Both of us come from well-to-do families. Mala’s family is much larger than mine and quite close. She has a sister, Sonali (Sonu), older than her by some eight or nine years, but very very cute (and doesn’t look a day over 35). Mala is, as you can see, dusky and sensual. Sonu is fairer and cuter. Sonu is married. She and her husband (Hitesh) have no children either.

And what wonderful pleasures these are! Last night, after so long I can hardly remember the last time, Mala and I fucked. This was a spontaneous carnal carnival, not our usual planned love-fest out of town. She didn’t have anything planned, and neither did I. We shared a half bottle of wine, and sat around laughing and chatting, catching up on the news in each other’s lives and such. It got quite late and we moved off to the bedroom. She went into the shower and, after a few minutes, I heard her calling for me. I went in and she asked me to come in and shower with her.EOB

Jayant

MehulBTW, I was much fatter when those pics were taken, have shed some weight since and got more muscle. Only thing we told them that the ladies must either come over to my place or we do it in some hotel. I’m not taking any chances going to their house or anything! It’s been agreed at a hotel at 2 pm on Tuesday. Quite charged up about this. Determined to put up a good show! Will tell you how it goes. — M

PS: feeling odd to be offered money for this. Neither of us wants to take it of course but the escort guys will insist because otherwise it’s unprofessional. Weird. Also, both of us don’t want to use rubbers so the escort guys have assured us of clean chits on medical tests. More later.

April 7. Bugger, change of plan! Got another call late last night. They’ve moved it forward to today, 3-6 pm! Don’t know why. Good thing they called last night—otherwise I was planning another morning fuck-fest with Sonu. She was disappointed, but very understanding. She is also very excited about this. Will write after. Bit nervous. wish me luck, chief, I’m on show!

She squealed in delight when she saw me at the door, and I swept her up in my arms, laughing, and we stumbled into her house. It’s a lovely terrace apartment in a brand new high-rise, fitted with every conceivable gadget and gizmo. Being what she is, she’s put in a stunning rooftop garden, too, complete with a jacuzzi.

She’s not overtly randy; in fact, like Sonu, she gives the appearance of being just a really pretty young lady, conservative and conventional. The reality is, thankfully, very different. We caught up — it had been some months since we met — and pretty soon were necking hungrily in a deep armchair, with her straddling my lap. She and her husband, Vijay, are relatively new to our group of 20 or so cuckolding couples (fondly known as the Cuckoos) and I think Vijay isn’t fully adjusted to the lifestyle yet. There’s still a lot of envy and resentment but it’s overshadowed by his evident arousal. It reaches it’s peak, she told me, when he sees her with a naukar, and she makes it a point to do it as often as she can with one of them in Vijay’s presence. Like almost every evening, about the time he gets home, she said, which is about 20 minutes from now. What luck!

Of course, I promptly shoved her off my lap and asked her to go to it with the servant while I waited. I wanted to see this. She was thrilled of course and summoned her Man Friday, a handsome strapping lad of 22 or so, good looking in a rough-hewn sort of way. They got down to it pretty quickly, in the hall itself and I settled down with a drink, enjoying the show. She’s really amazing and with all her cries and that lovely face screwing up with lust as the naukar began fucking her heavily, I decided I might as well join in. She was ecstatic of course and loved it. EOB

But I was glad for Sonu’s company this morning. She’s utterly bewitching — petite and gentle and smooth-skinned, with a lovely, slender, superbly curved body, still in great shape though she’s at least seven years older than me. She took off her walking shoes and track pants and slipped in beside me, hot and sweating and sexy, still in her T-shirt. I felt her lips on my chest, her tongue sweeping over my nipple and her gentle fingers at my cock and I was awake in no time. I greeted her with a smile — and she cut me enough slack, horny though she was, to let me get rid of the morning taste from my mouth and take a piss and a crap before getting back into bed. By which time she was naked and waiting. I got back into bed.EOB

a professionalThe gigolos know exactly what they’re doing, when to get rough, when to slow down and be tender. But they are paid to service, and their approach is, therefore, different. It is she who has to push them to be demanding, or rough, or fierce — after all, it’s her satisfaction that earns their handsome keep. With a naukar, or one of those odd-job youths I recruit off the streets, a tapori with a distinctive street-manner, it’s different. Typically, the naukar or tapori is young, dark, lean and almost always very well hung. They fuck her primarily for their satisfaction. They are instinctively demanding. She loves their crude language and their demanding fucking styles, the rough way they handle her body. There is a fierce lust in them, she says, a hunger and a fever that leaves no room for love making or even having sex. It’s just fucking, and it’s animal, elemental. There is no sophistication here and there’s nothing gentle or nuanced or lover-like. No attachments, no emotional entanglements. Just a complete union of bodies satisfying a primal need. Carnality at its purest.

Plus, of course, being fucked by a naukar — even more so with a tapori — is so socially risky and taboo that it only adds a zesty fillip to the fornication. EOB

Shaven

tempting meShe will lie back like the temptress and slut she likes to be, a real cock-tease and then, after a slow strip tease, open her legs wide to show me her gorgeous, shaved cunt. I am not allowed to go within two feet of it. Her legs are wide and sometimes she makes me kneel down between them and puts her legs on my shoulders or chest — so near and yet so far! — and then the real torment begins. EOB

Hong Kong was a four-day trip and, as it happens, I had a day and a half free — would have loved to avoid it, I thought when I planned it, but the schedules went haywire and I had little choice. Things turned out beautifully, though, and I can’t say I have any regrets about it all.

I asked Mala to come, of course, but she wanted to spend a long weekend at our beach place with Sonu, their cousin Deepika, frolicking with some naukars, taporis, sexy chokra-lunds, so I didn’t push it. She said she was booking a couple of gigolos, too; our service had called the day before saying that they had some fine new stock just in and would madam like to make a booking, being a premier client and all. Catch her refusing something like that. Two of them, she told me and showed me the photos the service sent ahead. Magnificent animals, both — smooth, dark, heavily muscled bodies, good features and equipment that might have served the Fire Brigade in an emergency. I felt a twinge of envy and disappointment at missing it — I could imagine the scene even then: Mala groaning as she eased her cunt down on one of those rock pillars while a heavily endowed naukar pushed his cock into her mouth; or my fair, petite, pretty sister-in-law whimpering while one of the gigolos crushed his monster cock into her cunt; or their cousin, Deepika — slender, willowy, with a sharp-featured face and glowing, lustrous eyes and full lips and an hourglass figure — arched steeply, her body rocking and jerking under the fierce thrusts of a dark young naukar chokra.

But it couldn’t be helped. Duty called. This was a critical time for the business and I just had to wrap things up. It was now or never. Still, I had that day and a half to kill … I phoned Lajja, Mala and Sonu’s other cousin, and see if she wanted to come along. I got her husband, Bharat, on the line.

“Hey, Bharat my man, what’s up?”

“Hi, chief. You’re back? Thought you were travelling.”

“Just for a couple of days. Off again tomorrow night. Hong Kong.”

“Lucky fellow.”

“Not really. It’s business, mostly, but I’ve got a day and a half free and I was wondering …”

He didn’t let me finish. I heard his snort of laughter. “Let me guess. And you want to borrow Lajja, yes?”

I grinned. “Yes, if you’re both okay with that.”

“I’m fine with that. Since when have we guys had much say in these things, dude? Hang on, let me get her. Ask her yourself. Hold.”

“Sure.”

Lajja came on and I told her the plan and asked her along. She laughed happily. “Oh certainly, darling, I’d love to come. Have I time to shop?”

“Plenty of that, and no worries about the money either.”

“Great! And where are we staying?”

I told her the name of the hotel. “I’ll upgrade to a suite if you come along.”

“Super! I love those fancy hotels! All that luxury! Mm, yummy!”

I laughed. “Yes, that’s the plus side. On the minus is that you’ll only have me to fuck.”

“Oh, darling! When have I ever complained about that? Really, you like putting yourself down too much. How often have I told you how much I enjoy being fucked by you?”

“I’ve always suspected you say that only to please me.”

“Eh? Don’t be an idiot, love! I mean, think about it, just think about it — Mala, Sonu, me, the others — we’re all happily screwing the servants — even begging for it from them — and telling them how much we love their cocks and the way they fuck us — and you really think I would even have to tell you something like that if it wasn’t true?”

“You’re right.”

“And you need your head examined. Okay, now you’ve successfully ruined all my plans, so I’m going to rush off and start packing. Damn, I don’t even know where I’ve stored that suitcase …”

I rang off happily, very excited now. Lajja loves shopping and given how good she is to fuck, I figured it was a small price to pay. Sort of a fringe benefit and one that our government still can’t tax. Lajja is slender and has a stunning figure: a near-perfect 36-26-34. Her breasts are beautiful, high and full with a tantalisingly deep cleavage and tipped with long slender nipples in areols that aren’t too big or too dark. Her belly is absolutely firm and flat and her waist narrows above her hips which flare out perfectly. Her butt is rounded and firm with no sag. Her arms and legs are slender, hairless, superbly shaped with delicate fingers, toes, ankles. Her face is lovely, elegantly oval with high cheekbones and a truly exquisite line to her jaw that leads to a firm chin. Her dark brown eyes are elongated, with long lashes, and rimmed with kajal. Her raven hair is thick and silky and hangs down to the middle of her back. Her neck is exquisitely long. And she has the most delectable, delicious mouth: truly rosebud lips, not too wide or fleshy or pouty, just right, soft and welcoming, but extended in a fine line on either side so that her mouth opens very wide when she laughs — which is often — an infectious, full-throated, head-flung back laugh that is at once utterly irresistible and indefinably feminine; or when we kiss, those lips slowly flowering, her sharp, eager tongue slithering into my mouth; or, better still, when, moaning in lust, she takes a thick long cock deep, deep into the cunning warmth of her mouth.

In many ways, she has a striking resemblance to Mala and they’re about the same age, too. Sexually, too, she’s very like Mala — both are more aggressive than Sonu or Deepika and have strong stamina. Lajja’s very lithe, and likes trying new and difficult positions. One of her favourites in standing up from behind, with her bent over and holding her calves (she generally prefers the rear-entry position).

We flew business class and, on the Cathay flight, Lajja snuggled next to me and slid her hand between my legs. She wanted to fuck but I laughed and whispered to her stop.

“We’ll have to travel first class for that,” I said.

She pretended to sulk. “But I’ve never fucked in an airplane before! I’d really like to join that mile-high club you guys keep talking about!”

“Next time, dear,” I grinned. “Next time I’ll charter a plane stuffed with naukars and gigolos and you can get yourself laid all over it.”

“Oh yummy!” she giggled, kissing me and nibbling my earlobe.

“Stop it, idiot,” I said softly. “Now get some sleep!”

We checked in to the hotel — not the one I usually stay in, because that closed in late-December for extensive renovations, but another, even more upmarket one. A large suite, plush bathroom and a stunning view of the harbour. Lajja was ecstatic.EOB

Vinod

Vinod never, ever wears underpants. “Beech mein aa jate hain,” he explains. “It comes in the way. Jab choosvana ka time aata hai toh saala lafda hoh jata hain! When it’s time to get my cock sucked, there’s trouble. This is the best — just pull down the zip, take out my rod and tell the whore to take it in her mouth! Yehi fit hai — bas chain khincho, lavda nikalo aur saali rahnd ko moonh mein lene ko bolo!” Can’t argue with that.

The ladies adore him. They laugh at his antics and pranks and willingly surrender to him. Sonu especially has a very soft spot for him (and that’s apart from the one between her legs!) Vinod claims that fucking married women, especially older married women, is a real high. “Aur rundi ka marad saamne bethke sab kuch dekh raha ho — kaise mein uske aurat ki izzat loot-ta hoon, kaise usko sacchi rundi ki tarah, gaali de ke chodhta hoon, toh aur bhi mazaa ata hai! And when the cuck-hub is sitting right there and watching everything — how I’m fucking her honour, how I’m fucking her like a real whore, dirty words and all — then it’s that much better!”

His stamina is quite something. On Sunday afternoon, he fucked Lajja’s face non-stop for almost twenty minutes and, believe me, it’s not every guy who can keep from cumming when she gets going. And she was really going. And then he started fucking her and, man, he really took his time over it. She’s really a beauty, as I’ve told you before, and it was a treat to watch. He had her on her back on our large, low coffee table and, grinning like a schoolboy, he crushed this monster cock into her cunt very slowly, making sure that her husband, Bharat, wasn’t missing a thing. A full 15 minutes later, he was still going, not missing a beat, just pumping in and out, in and out, in and out, his cock glistening. She was going berserk on the table, her tits jiggling, her face flipping from side to side.

When he figured he’d had enough of that he stopped — and started tongue- and finger-fucking her hard. Lajja went crazy, moaning loudly and begging him to fuck her hard. Needless to say, he was quick to oblige: now he got on the table with his hips at the edge and made her sit on his cock.

“Ab naach mere lavde pe, saali rahnd!” he said. “Now dance on my cock, you fucking whore!”

Bharat and Hitesh and I watched in awe as he fucked Lajja hard like that, holding her under her thighs and hammering his hips up and down under her. We could see her cunt going up and down the length of this shaft (by the way, it’s even bigger when it’s fully up) and could also hear the loud slaps of his thighs against her buttocks. She had one orgasm and still he kept going. Then he took her again (now we’re a good half hour into it) on the floor from behind and, man, Suku, that was some sight. He sat on the edge of the table and pulled her cunt back onto his cock. He wasn’t moving himself, but, holding her waist, rocking her whole body back and forth — and quite savagely — on his cock, dragging her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. That was some sight — seeing Lajja on her forearms and knees, rocking back and forth, crying out desperately. At last he decided to get going and got off the table, but astride her hips, squatting, crushing his cock really deep into her cunt and started ram-fucking her in that position. The poor thing was quite beyond words now, just crying out and moaning feverishly. He came in her mouth of course.

Wahid, the security guard.Wahid, the new gurkha — the security guard — in our building. Slim, dark, and very heavily hung. Loves butt-fucks. Sonu is his favourite and they make quite a pair — her fair, petite body trembling and quivering under or over his, her lovely breasts jumping and jiggling when he pounds her cunt with his cock.

It’s quite a sight to see his big hands working her breasts, squeezing them and toying with her nipples, or him putting a finger — or two — deep into her cunt while he licks her slit. He loves doing that, too, and his tongue is heavy and long and thick. Sonu goes wild. The other day I watched them at her place. The audience consisted of myself, Sonu’s husband Hitesh and their young mharaj (cook) Roopchand. The mharaj was frigging openly and I noticed that he, too, has a nice big cock and, evidently, is no stranger to Sonu.

What I really enjoy about these sessions is the look on Hitesh’s face because, even after all this time, he has not got fully attuned to seeing his wife enjoy herself with another man. Oh, he does get excited, no doubt about that, but the jealousy is intense and visible. Sonu no longer cares — I think it arouses her also to know that Hitesh doesn’t like it, but in the circumstances now really can’t do much about it. Unlike me, he is an unwilling cuckold in many ways though he likes to pretend otherwise.

I mean, try and imagine it if you can: Sonu, delicate, pretty, petite, sweating and whimpering and moaning like a whore, begging to be fucked — and begging the Muslim gurkha at that! Her legs spreading wide in eager welcome, the guy’s big dark cock slowly crushing into her sweet pussy, her body arching in unfaked, obvious joy, her legs winding tight about his hips. Then she makes it worse by kissing him hard, her tongue venturing deep into his mouth and then she arches her back so that he can suck her swollen breasts.

“Ahiste chodh mujhe, Wahid,” she says. “Fuck me slowly, Wahid … Koi jaldi nahin hai … bahut time hai No rush … we’ve lots of time … OHHHHHHHH uhh hanhhhhhhh … OHMA Wahid uhhhhh OHHHHHHHHHHH unnhhhh OH un OH OH OH un hanh hanh hanh chul! Lele mujhe hanh! C’mon! Take me! Yes uhh oh yes uhhh OHHHHHHH!”

Their bodies are bucking together on the living room floor, Wahid’s hips plunging up and down, his dark cock glistening in and out of her cunt. He kisses her again and then looks up at Hitesh.

“Dekh rahe ho ha sa’ab? Dekh rahe ho na hum apki aurat ko kaise chodh rahen hain? Dekho toh, suno, suno! Suno uski awaaz, kaise tadap rahi hain, kaise bhik maag rahi hai! Kaise lagta hai, sa’ab, apni khandan ki izzat aise loot-te hue dekh-ke? Batao to sahi sa’ab! Are you watching, my master? Watching how I fuck your wife? Look, look and listen, just listen to her! Listen to her, chief, how she’s begging for it! How does it feel, master, seeing your family’s honour taken right before your eyes? Tell me, boss, tell me!”

Ravi, personal trainerAnd, finally, this is Ravi, one of Mala’s several trainer-bulls from the gym. Just look at the hose on the guy! It’s enough to put anyone to shame. And with that body! He’s very macho (even with that silly pierced nipple), but he and Mala really make a combustible pair. I can watch them endlessly. She loves caressing his body, tracing the contours of his muscles with her finger-tips, kissing and licking him delicately till she is down on her knees in front of him.

Not surprisingly, Ravi is a truly accomplished stud — great skill, incredible stamina (naturally, given his fitness levels!) and with a uniquely exciting ability to move seamlessly from the fierce, rough, demanding stuff to a gentle tenderness. Mala says that it’s an incredible feeling — one minute being hammered from head to toe and the very next as if she is lying wet, naked in the winter sun with the softest of breezes caressing her body. I have seen him explore every inch (and I mean every inch) of her body with just his tongue and fingertips, for over 20 minutes. At the end, she was breathless yet not out of breath, aroused but not frantic, just simmering with desire. She says she felt like one big mass of lust and he had set every nerve end tingling, made it come alive. He slows her down, makes her languid and languourous. Even her cock-sucking is slower and deeper. The whole thing is infinitely intense.

I make it a point to “set the mood” for them with appropriately soft lighting — mostly lots and lots of lightly scented candles — and music, usually something ambient with the sound of rippling water or waves. He doesn’t so much tongue-fuck her as caress her cunt with his tongue. She likes to suck him on his back, so that she can play with his cock, rub her breasts over it, lick his shaft up and down, suck on his huge balls.

When he enters her, it is sometimes a slow squeeze through and through, and he penetrates her very deep. It drives the breath slowly from her body and his inching forward is met with a corresponding arching of her body against his till, finally, their loins are jammed together. Then I hear my wife moan, her voice thick and laden with lust, and see her fingers clenching his taut buttocks, pulling him even deeper into her flesh.

“Fuck me,” she groans. “Please Ravi … fuck me! I want you! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

Ravi prefers to fuck her in the open, out on our terrace or on the balcony. On the terrace, he will lay her down gently on the soft turf of my little lawn, or make her mount him or take her from behind (their favoured position). Sometimes, he will act as if he is entering her slowly, just letting his cock-head pop into her cunt and then, suddenly and without warning, will ram in straight and hard. It keeps her guessing and off-balance and adds a nice edge of the unexpected to their copulations. He will then fuck her savagely for several minutes, holding her waist or shoulders and yanking her cunt down brutally on his cock. She cries out frantically, unable — and unwilling to stop him — and then, just as suddenly, he slows down to a gentle rocking. Mala goes wild with the intensity of lust.

The best times, of course, are when Ravi has both sisters together. It’s a real treat to watch them sucking his cock together, see one of them on his face and the other bucking on his cock. Vinod does that, too, but he prefers it if it’s Mala and one of the maids so that there is some element of lesbian sex in it, too — particularly Leela, who is Vinod’s favourite among the maids. EOP

I. Calcutta / Sonu

Calcutta, though, wasn’t bad at all. I had two nights there, and took my beloved sister-in-law, Sonali, with me. She likes travelling and going to new places. While I’m at work she goes shopping, sees the sights, and then, in the evening, we have some time together. Sonu really is a wonderful person, apart from being a completely mind-blowing fuck. She’s gentle and tender and our fucking is really glorious. I can never get enough of her. Luckily for me, she loves sucking cock, being tongue-fucked and being fucked up the ass. I love doing that. It’s really incredible.

Sonu and I took a suite at the Taj Bengal in Calcutta, which is a terrific hotel. We were there two nights. Since I had a relatively late start on the second day, after 10:30 in the morning, Sonu and I relaxed on our first evening with some delicious white wine and excellent food — though we kept it light, since neither of us enjoys sex on a full stomach — from room service. Only with her is it more making love than fucking (though the purest love making is still only with Mala and only very seldom).

That evening, I was feeling distinctly tiger-ish, and fucked Sonu rough and hard, taking my time and bending her body to my pleasure. Half way through, when I had her on her front on her forearms and knees and was fucking her from behind, I called her husband Hitesh on the phone, putting him on speaker, and made him listen to her moaning and whimpering in pleasure. I could almost hear him growling with jealousy — he certainly sounded very surly when we finally disconnected a long, long time later! All that time I kept up a running commentary, telling him exactly what I was doing to my beloved bhabhi, then letting him hear her moan, then telling him how she loved being fucked by me, by other men, and especially by naukars.

It aroused me intensely. I flipped Sonu over onto her back and went into her heavily from top. She moaned and pulled me deeper in and begged me to take her — we were still on the speaker phone to Hitesh all this time, by the way — and I slowly began picking up speed. We were on the bed and now I pulled her body down so that I could stand on the floor at the edge of the bed, leaning forward with my legs bent, and fuck her like that. This position allowed me to thrust deeper into her. I leaned over my beautiful bhabhi, my hands squeezing down on her swollen, rounded breasts and squeezed deep into her cunt, groaning in pleasure at the sweet, hot tightness of her cunt. Beneath me, she whimpered in joy, her hips writhing and bucking up and down under my thrusts.

Loudly, I announced that I would now fuck her up the ass. Sonu moaned her assent, loud enough for Hitesh to hear it. I salved my cock with Vaseline (never leave home without it) and, with her still on her back, I bent her legs way up and back, exposing the daintily puckered flesh of her anus. I inveigled a Vaseline-coated finger into her asshole, lubricating it thoroughly. Sonu moaned softly, her slender, petite body writhing ecstatically on the bed. With my finger wriggling in her ass, I pushed my thumb into her cunt. She gasped and cried out loudly.

“Fuck me!” she said loudly, loudly enough that there was no chance of Hitesh missing it. “C’mon! Do it! Fuck my ass!”

“Heard that, Hitesh-bhai?” I chortled, jeering at Hitesh. “Hope you’re still on the line, brother! Just listen to her, man, just listen to your wife moaning like a whore … she’s begging me to fuck her ass!”

I took my finger and thumb out of her ass and cunt and pressed my cock-head to her ass. Sonu groaned and quickly opened up to let me in. My cock-head popped into her rear channel and she gasped, flinging her arms out wide, her face contorting in an expression of sweetly agonised pleasure, her back arching steeply.

“OHHHHHHH uhh yes!” she cried. “Oh fuck yes! C’mon! Fuck me! OHHHH yes … shove it in, baby … go deeper! Ahhhhhh uhhh yes oh god yes yes yes oh god yes oh god you fuck yes!”

Laughing in delight, I drilled my bhabhi’s ass deeply, groaning at its fierce convulsions on my throbbing cock. “I’m in all the way, boss,” I announced to Hitesh. “Deep, deep in and she’s loving it! Listen to her moaning, chief! Listen to her moaning! Just like a whore!”

I began fucking my sister-in-law’s ass slowly and heavily. Her cries were loud and ecstatic. I kept going and now the room was filled with the sound of her thick-voiced moans and my heavy grunts. I fingered her clit and she began to orgasm wildly. It took all I had to keep from coming. I let her orgasm pass and then pulled out of her ass and scooted up to kneel over her pretty face. Moaning, gasping, panting, she opened her mouth without protest and I sank my cock into it gratefully.

“Suck, bitch!” I shouted. “C’mon! Suck my cock! Ahhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! C’mon! suck harder, slut!” I twined my fingers in her hair and rocked her head up and down under my groin, fucking her face.

I came within seconds, rising slightly. Sonu moaned happily as my thick cum splashed into her open mouth and spattered her face and breasts. I kissed her immediately, enjoying the taste of my own cum on her lips and then began to lick her clean. She moaned softly.

“Gonna fuck your wife-slut again,” I said into the phone. “Chalo, see you stud! Hope you enjoyed the performance!” Hitesh must have been in complete agony. I only wish I had a video uplink! I disconnected and pulled Sonu into my arms. We cuddled together, murmuring, laughing, kissing and fondling each other, slowly drifting into sleep.

At some point later that night, or maybe it was early morning, I felt myself stirring against her again. We were lying on our sides, my front to her back. She groaned thickly in her sleep and sweetly lifted her upper leg. I went into her smoothly, not surprised to find her wet and ready for me yet again. I fucked her slowly and unhurriedly from behind, on her side, before rolling her over and taking her harder in her cunt. I came inside her this time.

The next morning, we had breakfast together in the room, coffee, toast, jam, croissants, cereal. Sonu wanted a quickie before I left and I gave in. I took her on her back on the circular glass-topped table in the breakfast alcove as the winter sunlight warmed our bodies. She moaned in pleasure, her body jerking back and forth — luckily it was sturdy enough — and I felt a wave of tenderness wash over me as I drank in the sweet lust softening her features. I bent my head to her swollen, turgid breasts, nibbling her stubby, hard nipples.

“I wish you could cancel your meeting and fuck me all day,” she whispered, her tongue in my ear.

“Alas, my dear,” I said, truly regretting it. “But duty calls.”

I continued fucking her till she had come and then moved her to the sofa and made her sit on my cock. She eased herself down onto my erection with a shuddering moan, her arms around my shoulders. She arched her back and pushed her chest out. I sucked hard on her breasts and began heaving my hips up and down under her. She bucked and bounced on my lap, squeezing her cunt deftly on my cock, swinging her hips in tight little circles. With a loud groan, I erupted, emptying myself into her again.

I was reluctant to leave her, but, as I said, there was work to be done. I left her to do the packing and, later, she went out and shopped a little for herself, and for Mala and some others. We flew back to Bombay that night. EOP