Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

Here it is, old man, Dutt said to himself. Yet another young housewife willing fucking you on top. This one took a little longer than the others, but the wait was worth it, he said as he alternated between staring at her big tits swinging in front of his face and looking at the lusty expression on her face. He then locked his fingers into hers and held her arms up.

Mansi notice that this support from his thick burly arms raised her torso a little bit more and gave her even more leverage to move. She started moving her hips faster back and forth, relishing the sensations it was creating inside her. Why did this feel so much better than when Amar made love to her, she wondered. It couldn't just be the bigger penis. There was something else. With this position, his penis stayed buried inside her the whole time and it pushed against the front walls and back walls of her vagina. With Amar it was different. Difficult as it was to, she tried to remember how Amar did it. That was in and out.

Dutt chuckled a little when Mansi stopped moving back and forth and suddenly raised her ass and dropped it back down a few times. He thought she was getting experimental. She was just trying to compare the two motions. Yes, she said to herself, when she went up and down in the air, it was similar to what Amar did. It still felt nice, but the back and forth motion felt better for her. And then she got experimental. Instead of back and forth, she moved her ass in a circular counter clockwise fashion.

Oooh, this feels good too, she said to herself, Dutt was delighted at how enthusiastically she was now committed to this act. Moving her ass back and forth, and in a circular motion alternately. He could also feel the insides of her cunt pulse as the muscle alternately gripped and relaxed around his dick. Her unlocked his fingers from her right hand.

"Put your palm behind on you on thighs."

Mansi did as was told, with the eagerness of student. He let the other hand go.

"Now the other hand."

Now she was leaning back, her hips still moving. That made his dick rub even harder against the front of her vagina, against the mythical g-spot. And it created an incredibly powerful sensation.

"Ohhhhh!!"

Mansi cried out and throwing her head back, sped up the back and forth motion. Oh, how great this felt. What a magician this man was. Everything he did and everything he told her to do just added to her pleasure.

Dutt looked approvingly at her sparse bush past his belly as the young housewife, leaning backwards on top of his, started fucking him harder and harder with each passing second. The motion made her boobs swing around in a circular fashion on her chest. How trashy yet erotic she looked. And how uninhibited and carefree her movements were. Gone was the shy diffident and repressed housewife. Here was a young woman in her prime discovering what sex really could be.

"Unhhhh unnnnNNHHHH..." Mansi started groaning.

Dutt knew what was happening, but Mansi's lust-addled inexperienced brain was in the throes of pleasant confusion. Dutt had introduced her to the concept of an orgasm. She had had many thanks to her clit. And just a while ago, he had given her a small one by just playing with her back. But what new thing was this?

Ignorant of the concept of a vaginal orgasm, but still loving this new tsunami of pleasure that was approaching, Mansi kept doing what she was doing. Her boobs swung wildly and her hair moved back and forth like curtains during a storm. There was an odd squishy sound as both their thighs were now drenched in sweat despite the air conditioning.

Dutt saw where she was going. He decided to help her along. With the same old thumb that had first uncorked this fine specimen, he rubbed her clit. And that was enough.

"AAAAA..."

Mansi started wailing and shuddering as she was hit by THE biggest orgasm of her life. She did not know where exactly it had come from. She only knew that it was sweeping over her entire being. And she was loving it. And in that moment, she was loving the man who was giving her this great gift as his erect dick rubbed hard against the front of her cunt walls.

Dutt was so mesmerized by this sight of the young gorgeous housewife having her first vaginal orgasm that he almost came himself. It took a great deal of self control to hold himself back. It was crucial to his strategy to keep on going even after the woman had her orgasm. For most women, it was a surprising experience, because their men came well before them on most occasions.

Mansi finally got done wailing and quaking through her orgasm, and then just collapsed on top of her old lover hard, the big paunch softening her fall. Her mind was still in a fog, so it took her a few moments to realize that her cunt was still being fucked. Even though she had stopped moving, Dutt had started pistoning his dick upwards. Mansi then realized that the old man had still not cum himself. And the sex was going to continue.

Dutt let Mansi get her bearings back for a couple of minutes. And then he rolled her over. He kissed her for a few seconds and then straightened, pulling his dick out. He was amused when her thighs almost tried to pull him back in. He spanked her ass gently and said,

"Get on your hands and knees."

Mansi had to make some effort to raise her body up. She was still shivering a little from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She moved into a position she was more familiar with. Although Amar mostly preferred the simply missionary position, occasionally he liked to take her like this. With quivering limbs as Mansi got in position, she noticed the mirror. the sight she saw came like a wake up call. She saw her disheveled hair, her half open mouth, her glazed eyes, her big tits swinging from her chest, and the burly old man getting aligned behind her.

And she saw herself, a married woman, willingly cheating on her husband. And suddenly she was flooded with guilt and shame. She looked away.

Dutt could read the expressions on her face. He could read the shame, the guilt, the self-awareness, because she was so transparent. For a moment, he felt a surge of tenderness, wanting to talk to her, make her feel alright. But then he saw the big round creamy ass in front of him, and the wet cunt. And his primal instinct won over. he grabbed her hips and penetrated her hard in one go.

Even after the intense fucking she had just experienced, Mansi was a little discomfited by that sudden penetration. She groaned and the momentum made her lower her head. But Dutt wanted to see her face in the mirror as he fucked her. He reached over, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head up. And then he started banging her hard, really hard.

"MMMMmmmm!!" Mansi's moaned as the big thick dick started pummeling her cunt at a harder pace than what had transpired before. In that moment, she felt sensations similar to what she did with Amar. Because the fucking was in and out. But the old man was stretching the cunt more. Soon he started spanking her ass hard.

"Owww!" she cried out as the spanks got harder.

"Fucking whore!" Dutt said instinctively and then bit his tongue.

He felt Mansi's body stiffen. He paused for a second. But then continued pounding her hard.

That word 'whore' plunged Mansi into a bout of self-examination even as she took the fucking from Dutt doggy style. The sound of their thighs slapping hard filled the room as Mansi looked at herself in the mirror. And started thinking. That's what she was, wasn't she? For all that talk of friendship and companionship and potential and everything...when you distilled it down to its very basic...she was a whore. She had been paid handsomely when he first fingered her clit. And she knew he would pay her again. She was basically having sex for money. And by definition, she was a whore.

Dutt felt Mansi's body language change and her shoulders slump a little. She didn't fight back. She didn't push him away. Her body still kept responding every time he increased the tempo or spanked her ass or caressed her back. And her cunt muscles still occasionally grab and release his dick. But she was no longer the willing and enthusiastic participant she was a few minutes ago.

Dutt didn't care. He had done this enough to know that it was actually a healthy thing. In the initial days, when luring in chaste middle class women like this, it was important to not even hint at this being anything akin to prostitution. It was important to feed their ego. Important to foster their curiosity and sense of self-worth. But eventually, once the act was done, it was a good thing to let them come to terms with reality. And so it was with Mansi. The sooner she accepted what she was, the easier it would be on her in the long term.

Mansi kept wallowing in self pity while simultaneously enjoying the raw sex. A part of her berated herself, while another part marveled at how long and hard Duttsahab was able to keep going despite being so old. She loved how deep his dick went in, how the increased pace made her pleasure multiply. She even enjoyed how he was spanking her ass hard occasionally. And she she felt a second orgasm approaching, she was now more ready for it.

"Oh...it's happening again." she cried out.

"Dutt had suspected that. He reached under her stomach and stroked her clit again, now pounding her harder. And she started hollering and her boobs started swinging sideways. And the old man too started cumming inside her. And he groaned.

The two of them shuddered and shook through an intense simultaneous orgasm. And Mansi felt a flood of warm jizz fill up her insides. The intensity of her second orgasm made her arms bucckle and her shoulders and face landed flat on the bed. This made Dutt lean forward and land on her. And she was flat on the bed as the old man pumped the last of his seed inside her.

And the two of them lay there breathless, processing very different emotions, staring at their faces next to each other in the mirror.

Dutt moved first, after his dick shrank to its regular size and slipped out of his latest conquest. He rolled off Mansi, who was glad about it. He weighed almost twice what she did, and his body had put pressure on her ribs. She had been staring in the mirror at their two faces. As Dutt's face turned, she turned her own. And then she felt tears streaming out of her eyes. Hiding her face in her arms, she started crying.

Dutt saw the finely sculpted naked body of his new whore lying there on her stomach as she sobbed. He could understand why she was crying. Until recently, she had been a conventional middle class housewife, who knew nothing beyond the narrow confines of her stilted life. And now she had just had presumably the best sex of her life with an old man who was not her husband. His instinctive comment had made her realize that she was basically just a whore.

Maybe, Dutt thought, it was time to drive that point home. Until now, he had been play-acting an elaborate ruse, as if she was some special flower that he was smitten by and wanted to nurture. The foreplay and the work it had taken to get her to this point had been challenging and fun. Dutt always relished breaking down defenses of women in a careful and deliberate way. But once this major milestone was crossed, he did not want to keep putting in more work. He wanted the women to dance to his tunes. After all, he paid them well enough.

Ah yes, the payment. Patting her naked ass slowly, he got off the bed. He went to the bathroom first to quickly wash up. When he came out, Mansi was in the same position, but had pulled a blanket on top of herself. He chuckled. As if hiding her nakedness now would change anything. He listened and realized that her sobbing was a lot less intense than before. He walked to the nightstand and pulled out a small pouch. Then with it in hand, he walked to the side of the bed that Mansi was facing towards.

"Hmm...let's see." he said.

Mansi heard that and looked up, wiping tears away. He had put his shorts back on. But looking at his mostly naked body still reminded her that this was the hefty old man she had just given herself up to and cheated on her husband with. She watched, with dazed eyes, as he pulled out a thick pink stack from the pouch. And started counting.

"You were great." he said. "This is for you."

His big hairy hands reached for her small soft ones and passed as small stack of bank notes in her hand. Mansi's heart sank as she looked at the stack of thousand rupee notes. Usually the cash transfers were done to the account online. This was the first time Dutt had actually handed her money. It further drove home the point that she was basically just a whore now. Which is exactly what Dutt wanted to do. She felt another bout of tears coming on but fought back. And then she found herself counting the notes. It was fifteen thousand rupees. Much more than usual.

As Dutt watched the young housewife count the money, he knew that the last stage of her transformation to a whore was complete. He started getting dressed.

"I have a meeting to attend in Dahisar. I can drop you home on the way." he calmly said.

Mansi nodded and with some effort, got off the bed. He watched her carefully put the money in her purse before going to the bathroom.

In the fancy bathroom, Mansi cleaned herself up, and then sitting on the toilet, cried a little more. What had she done? Why had she done that? She could not deny that whatever had happened, had happened with her explicit consent. It's not like the old man forced himself on her. And whatever had happened had given her a great deal of pleasure. She had multiple orgasms. And in the end, she had made a good amount of money. So why did she feel like such a horrible person. She wallowed in self-pity, crying some more.

"Mansi, everything okay?" Dutt knocked on the door after 20 minutes.

"Yes, I'll be out in a minute." she said.

Mansi felt conscious of being completely naked even after all that she had done. So she wrapped a towel around herself before leaving the bathroom. Dutt was fully dressed by then, right down to his tie. He admired the curvaceous figure of the young housewife wrapped in a towel. He smiled as she walked around, the room, collecting her garments.

"I...I need to get dressed." she said, hinting that he should leave her to it.

"So get dressed." Dutt shrugged, checking his phone.

Mansi knew that the old man was still looking at her even though he had his phone in his hand. She felt ashamed at him watching, but had no choice as she first slipped on her panties, then put her bra on. Then the blouse, and petticoat. And then finally the sari, which she remembered he had divested her of with such little effort.

While in the lift going down to the lobby, they stood next to each other in silence. A young couple got on halfway down there. Dutt, feeling the male instinct to show off his latest conquest, gently slapped Mansi's butt over her sari. She blushed and the couple chuckled, realizing that the immaculately dressed old man was either with a mistress or a whore.

In the car, as usual, Mansi was staring out the window when she heard the sounds of a zipper. She looked at Dutt who pulled his half erect dick out of his pants.

"What are you doing?" she asked, shocked.

"Can't you guess?" he derisively said.

"Here?"

"Relax. I am not going to fuck you here."

"Oh ok." she felt relieved.

"I just want a blowjob."

"What???"

"Even you can't be innocent enough to not know what that means." he said.

"I am sorry but I don't do that." Mansi decided to put her foot down. This was too much.

"There's a lot you didn't do before that you have already done." he said, grabbing her arm.

"Please Duttsahab!" she said in a sad voice.

"I will pay you extra if you want. Now open your mouth and come here." he sternly said.

This was so weird, disgusting, and unhygienic, Mansi thought a few moments later as the old man's thick dong was in her mouth. He did not undress her. But she was on her knees on the floor of the limo between his legs sucking his dick as he gave her detailed instructions on how to do it. Occasionally he would grab her head and push his dick deep inside. It would hit the back of her throat and make her gag or cough. But he kept going.

"We are almost there, sir."

Mansi didn't even realize when the driver had lowered the partition to say this. Surely he had seen her between his boss's legs. What would he think of her?

"Thanks. We are almost done here." Dutt said, grabbing Mansi's hair harder.

The partition closed again. Mansi felt a small sense of relief that at least the driver wasn't going to keep looking. The next few minutes were tumultuous as Dutt said,

"Don't pull back. Don't fight it, Mansi. Remember, I gave you oral. Yes, good girl."

"You have to swallow it, Mansi. This is a nice car. We don't want to mess it up."

"Here, have some coke. It will wash down the taste."

Getting out of the car, Mansi felt like running home. But there were so many people around, it would look weird. So she calmed herself down and walked slowly. Entered the building and started climbing the stairs. Just as she reached her floor, Deshmukh aunty was sitting on the stairs outside her house sorting dal.

"Back from work already?" she said.

"Hmmm." Mansi said, keeping her lips pressed together. She had rinsed her mouth with coke but could still smell the ejaculate herself.

Deshmukh aunty crinkled her nose and said,

"What is that smell?"

But by then, Mansi had already entered her apartment and shut the door. The distraught young housewife ran to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, she stood under it with all her clothes still on. She felt the water wash over her, and willed it to wash her sins away. She opened her mouth wide and let the shower water wash her mouth thoroughly. As she started taking her clothes on, she felt something under her blouse. It was the 5000 rupees Duttsahab had given her as extra remuneration for the blowjob. In the hurry to leave the car, she had just tucked it there instead of putting it in her purse. The currency notes were soaked.

She put them on the sink and then stood under the shower again, crying.

As time passed, Mansi got some control over herself. The guilt and shame subsided a little, although they stayed at the back of her mind. She had deposited the money in the bank account, which again started looking healthy. And as she masturbated regularly, she found herself thinking of everything that had happened. Everything that had given her so much pleasure.

A couple of days later, Mansi was home alone doing chores when a courier delivery guy showed up at her door. She was confused, because she hadn't ordered anything. maybe it was for Amar. He frequently got textbooks this way. But the small package was addressed to her. After signing for it, she curiously opened it. There was a small note with it.

- A small gift. The next time we meet, I would like you to wear this. love, ND

She unfolded the red garment and held it up. Was he insane? A "small" gift it truly was. It was smaller than even Pinky's dresses. There was no way she could wear this in public. She would look extremely trashy, like an item girl. She was tempted to throw it away. But knowing Dutt's tastes, it was probably expensive. She would just give it back to him the next time. But she did not want to risk Pinky finding it again. So she rolled it up and put it in her purse. Again, she noted how small and revealing a dress must be to so easily fit in a purse. Maybe he didn't mean for her to wear it in public, but only in his company.

A full week passed as Mansi kept checking her phone to see if Dutt was summoning her. She felt very conflicted about her feelings. Did she want him to call her again just so she could make more money? Or was she craving more sex? And if it was about sex, what would he expect her to do next? She had felt revolted at the blowjob initially. But by the end of it, she found herself coming to terms with it. She even did some online searches to watch a few porn videos with blowjobs. In them, the women seemed to enjoy it a lot. Maybe she would too, eventually.

On Dutt's side, the delay in summoning her wasn't a tactic this time. He truly was busy with a lot of work. He longed to bang his latest conquest again. he was also keen on pushing her boundaries further. The car blowjob had been a whim. But if he planned carefully, he could lead her even more down the path and relish her body fully.

Mansi finally got a text the following week. She was overjoyed, because she was feeling horny. Even Amar hadn't tried to make love to her in recent days. She had been satisfying herself with her phone masturbation, but having gone all the way with Dutt, she craved the real thing more. With the small dress in her purse, dressed in a simple sari, she went downstairs at the designated time.

Once again, the car was empty. Once again, she was taken to a hotel. But this time, it wasn't Reena aunty's hotel. It was a different one and was in Bandra. Even posher. She stared at the decorations as she took the lift up to the room Dutt had texted her.

Mansi knocked on the door. An unfamiliar face opened the door.

"You must be Mansi." the face smiled.

"Yes."

"Please come in. Navin is on a call."

This experience was getting all too common for Mansi. She would knock on the door, and someone she didn't know would open and usher her in. She walked to the living area and sat down in her familiar old single love seat, with her purse in her hands. She saw Dutt on the phone across the room, talking busily. He absent-mindedly waved at her.

"Hot and humid, right?" the man asked as she wiped her sweat.

"Yes." she said politely, looking at him. He was an old man, roughly the same age as Duttsahab as far as she could tell. But he was short and wiry, with a thick head of hair. And he was dressed in jeans and a plain tshirt.

"Can I get you something to drink? Water, coke, juice,...whiskey?" he asked.

"Water is fine, thank you." she said.

The old man went to the fridge and fetched her a glass of water. As she drank it, he smiled, and looked at her.

"Navin will be done soon." he said. "My name is Bhaskar, by the way. You live in Mumbai?"

"Yes." she said.

"Terrible weather. Although I live in Delhi and our weather isn't a lot better. At least Mumbai doesn't have real winter." he laughed.

"That's one thing I don't miss about Meerut. The winter." she said.

"Oh, you are from Meerut? How nice."

And the small talk continued that way for a while. Weather, cities, some personal background, and so on, the way it would go for any two people meeting for the first time. Mansi was annoyed that Duttsahab had made her drop everything and rush over, but then he was busy on the phone while some random ugly old man was chatting with her. She was always polite and nice towards elders so she talked with Bhaskar for a while, occasionally glancing at Duttsahab. But as their conversation progressed, she felt a little awkward. Although Bhaskar had started off being very polite and formal, she got the feeling that he was staring at her a little to much.

Finally, Dutt's call ended. He walked over towards them.

"Hello, Mansi. I see you have met my old friend Bhaskar. He and I have been friends since our childhood." he said, sitting across from her.

"Yes, he told me." she nodded.

There was silence for a while. Bhaskar smiled at her and then at Dutt.

"I have to get going soon." Mansi said, hoping that it would be a hint that maybe Dutt should get rid of his friend so they could get on with what she was there for.

"What's the hurry?" Dutt calmly said. "Would you like a drink?"

"No, it's fine." she said trying to signal to him with a subtle facial gesture what she wanted.

"Why don't you change into that dress I sent you?" Dutt said, and she almost fell off the couch in shock.

"Now?" she said, now not even trying to hide the fact that she was hinting at Bhaskar's presence. She was surprised that he expected her to walk around in that short dress in front of his friend.

Dutt started laughing and said,

"Don't worry about Bhaskar. Like I said, he is an old friend. And besides, he knows about us. So no need to be coy."

Mansi was first shocked. Then angry. Then she looked at Bhaskar's smiling face and she felt embarrassed. What was wrong with Duttsahab, she wondered. He was going around telling people about their relationship? She had just spent almost half an hour making small talk with this man as if everything was on the up and up. And all along, he knew that she and Duttsahab had slept together? What the hell?

She was overcome with embarrassment and shame, and rushed out of the living room, her cheeks red. Both men chuckled a little at her awkward state. That made her even more angry. In the bedroom she grabbed her forehead and pondered over the situation. Duttsahab was getting a little too cavalier. Didn't he realize how weird it would be for her to be introduced like that to someone like Bhaskar? What should she do? She should just leave, she decided.

That's when Dutt walked in. He saw his mistress/whore fuming on the bed and chuckled a little. She threw him an angry look.

"What's wrong, my dear?" he asked, sitting next to her.

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG??" she pretty much lost it and exploded at him. "What's the matter with you? You're going around telling people about us? Why? Don't you know how horribly embarrassing it is for me? You said this would be a discreet relationship. And now this? And you ask what's wrong?"

She said her piece and started to angrily get up. He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her down.

"Don't touch me!" she said. "I am leaving."

"Just listen..." he started speaking but she cut him off.

"Don't try to talk your way out of this. You have gone too far." she said.

"SHUT UP!!" he yelled at her louder than he ever had. Louder than anyone ever had. And she shrank back in shock.

He stared at her with flaring eyes and continued.

"Don't forget your place, Mansi. Who do you think you are?"

"Duttsahab..." she said, shocked. No one had ever screamed at her like this.

"So what if Bhaskar knows? He is my friend. He lives in Delhi. He will never talk about it. Hell, there is no chance he knows anyone else you or your pathetic husband know. So why are you acting as if I have splashed this news on the front page of the Times of India?? Why???"

Mansi had never seen him this agitated. And this assertive. She found herself unable to say anything in response.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and made her turn towards him.

"Tell me, Mansi, why have you come here today?"

"I..." she simply said, not sure how to respond.

"Tell me!" he glared at her.

What was she suppose to say? To sleep with him? To make more money? Even with all the limits she had crossed, she couldn't say that.

"Because you asked me to come here." she finally whispered.

"Hmmm, good. You came here because I asked you to come here. And now you will do what I ask you to do. So stop throwing a tantrum, and behave. Put on the dress I bought for you, and come out. Soon!"

"Why are you doing this to me?" she meekly whispered.

"I am not doing anything to you, Mansi. We both know you will benefit from this. Financially and otherwise. So stop being so stupid. And put the fucking dress on."

He almost spat out the last words and stormed out.

It was a few minutes before Mansi's heart rate returned to normal. A small part of her wanted to storm out and leave. What could he do if she left? Nothing. But once again, she found that she was almost compelled to obey him. And it wasn't just the money. There was something more. A lot more. She honestly wanted all this.

Slowly she got up and unwrapped her sari. She stepped out of the thick roll of fabric around her ankles. Then she took off her petticoat and then her blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror, clad in just bra and panties. Sighing, she reached into her purse and took out the dress. If it could fit into her purse, how much of her would it cover? She looked at the slinky red garment. It was stretchable and she was petite, but surely he had gotten the size wrong?

A minute later, she had put the dress on. She looked at herself in the mirror again as if staring at a stranger. The dress fit perfectly. That saleswoman all those months back had gauged her size to the T. As she looked at herself, she wondered what effect she would have on Dutt and even more so, on Bhaskar. The red material was clinging to her tighter than a sock. The outlines of her bra and panties were poking through. Most of her legs were on display below the dress. And above it, several inches of her cleavage. The straps were so thin that her bra straps were visible. She looked like a tart.

Why did Duttsahab want her in front of her friend like this, she wondered? Unless...wait...did he plan to share her with him? How disgusting, she cringed.

Unnerved, she started pacing around the room dressed in the skimpy outfit. Was that Duttsahab's plan? Is that why Bhaskar was there? To join in? Why would he want that? This was too much. No, she could not even risk that. She should just change back into her sari and walk out. Then a part of her said...two men together. Duttsahab's childhood friend must be as talented as him. And both of them will be focused on pleasing you. Isn't that exciting? No no, it's horrible. I can't imagine something like that.

Mansi continued pacing and debating with herself for a while longer. Finally, Dutt got impatient.

"Mansi!! Get your ass out here!!" he yelled.

"Navin!" Bhaskar whispered. "Aren't you going too far?"

"Shhh!" Dutt responded. "Just be assertive."

Finally Mansi walked out taking small uncertain steps. Both men stared at the gorgeous hottie dressed in that skimpy outfit. She felt them almost undressing her with their eyes. She walked to the couch and sat down. She kept her legs pressed together and sideways, so Bhaskar wouldn't get to see anything more. And she hoped he would leave soon.

The two old men openly ogled the young woman in the skimpy red mini dress. Dutt was a little put off by how her bra straps were showing. Again, he made a mental note to buy her nicer lingerie, including strapless bras. Bhaskar sat there admiring the young hot item. He had seen the pictures but in reality, she was even more impressive. And he was tickled at how uncomfortable she seemed. Mansi for her part, sat there feeling very nervous, but also feeling a little tantalized.

"So Mansi." Dutt finally spoke up. "How is your family?"

"They are okay." Mansi was surprised at how he could make casual small talk in such a tense situation.

"Bhaskar here is also a family man."

"I am." the old guy said, still staring at her.

She just nodded, and nervously pulled the hemline of the dress down.

"You look stunning in that dress, by the way." Dutt said. "Why do you seem so uncomfortable?"

"I am not used to wearing such things." she said, pulling the top of the dress up a little to hide more of her cleavage.

"Would you like a drink to help you relax?"

"No, I am okay."

"I insist."

Soon Mansi found herself holding a glass of scotch on the rocks. She took a small sip and cringed.

"It's bitter." she said.

"Yes, but it is stronger than champagne." Dutt casually said. "Now be a good girl and drink that while Bhaskar and I finish discussing our business. So Bhaskar...about the Greater Kailash location..."

And the two men started talking about what to Mansi were strange incomprehensible things. She sat there, gradually sipping the scotch. The more she sipped, the less offensive it tasted. From never drinking in her life until a few months back, she had now worked her way up to scotch. She started feeling a little buzzed and warm as well. The two men droned out about their business, but they still kept admiring Mansi's attractive body. Bhaskar was getting more and more shameless. Mansi hoped that the discussion would end soon and he would leave.

"Alright, so it is settled then." she heard Dutt say and then he got up. Bhaskar got up too and shook hands with him.
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