Sheetal

I had all these thoughts running in my head when I suddenly looked down 
with a start as I felt Sheetal rubbing my crotch thru my pants. I 
jumped off the sofa and she was visibly surprised at my reaction. I 
told her that this was totally inappropriate. I told her that I loved 
my wife and that I knew what she was trying to do. I told her she 
should be ashamed of herself. Rupali was her friend. I could never 
betray Rupali like that. 

"Rahul, no one has to know. And I know you're attracted to me. You 
think I don't notice. I see the way you watch me. I know you don't love 
me... I'm not asking you to. It's just a fuck yaar. Lighten up." 

"It's true. I look at you. I look at a lot of women, but that doesn't 
mean I go around fucking them all. It's just fantasy. You think about 
it and that's it." I think I was justifying it as much to myself as to 
her. 

"And what all have you fantasized about me?" she asked me coyly. She 
was trying to draw me into a conversation to arouse me. I wasn't 
falling for it. "Never mind Sheetal. Meine galti ki yaha aake. I always 
knew you were a slut" 

"Ooooh... so you fantasized about me even though you thought I was a 
slut. Maybe you want a slut. Tell me what slutty things you want me to 
do Rahul. Rupali told me you keep begging her to try dirty things. 
She's not enough woman for you Rahul." 

That really pissed me off. I was mad at Rupali for discussing our 
intimate personal details with this bitch. I was mad at Sheetal for 
thinking she was better than my wife. Mad at her for thinking that I 
would be so easily seduced." 

In my rage I grabbed Sheetal by her arms and roughly threw her on the 
sofa. "namaard saale. Joru ke gulaam. What kind of a man are you. Your 
wife's got you pussy whipped", she spit on my shirt from the sofa. I 
bent over and slapped her face. 

I couldn't believe I had done that. How could I have hit a woman? She 
might have deserved it but it was wrong. Was she right to call me, 
"naamard". What kind of a man hits a woman like that? She got up, her 
hand cupping her cheek. I moved to her to apologize. She had tears in 
her eyes but she didn't seem sad. I was confused. "Yeah baby... that's 
what a real man does to his woman. Oh god that was so sexy. I like a 
man who stands up for himself like that." 

I had just slapped her and out of shame and guilt I couldn't bring 
myself to touch her again let alone even push her away when she came 
close and hugged me. My lust for her betrayed me as she reached down 
and fondled my crotch. I knew it was hopeless to resist. I wanted to 
stop this but I couldn't bring myself to do it. All those memories of 
me quietly jacking off in the shower while thinking of Sheetal came 
flooding back. 

I had told myself they were just fantasies I would never 
act on. I never felt any love for Sheetal... just the urge to fuck her. 
She just always seemed like such a modern, westernized slut... wearing 
those short skirts and tight blouses. Rupali on the other hand was 
always just a good Indian wife. I could never think of Rupali in ways I 
thought about Sheetal. Sheetal was such a slut I could imagine doing 
anything with her no matter how perverted. 

Sheetal reached down and unbuckled my belt. Then she slowly unzipped my 
trousers pulling them down as she slowly fell to her knees. My cock was 
so hard it hurt and felt trapped in my shorts. I looked at her. She 
looked so different today. She had worn an embroidered pink saree for 
the party today. I had never seen her in a saree before but didn't 
notice it till now as she pulled my dick out of my underwear. She wore 
her hair the same way as always, open and flowing beautifully over her 
shoulders. She has a very cute fair oval face. Her chin has a very 
subtle cleft that draws attention to her beautiful lips (the upper one 
is thinner than the lower one). She was wearing dark pink lipstick that 
made her lips seem even fuller than before and they glistened when she 
smeared the precum from my cockhead on them. 

When I saw her laugh earlier that evening I saw she has a beautiful 
wide smile that dimples her soft cheeks. She smiled the same way again 
and raised her left eyebrow, wickedly taunting me to resist her. She 
knew she had me completely under her power now. She has nice eyes, dark 
brown and always lined with kajal. Her hair is beautiful, silky and 
shining, parted to one side and hanging down below her shoulders. 

I had reconciled with myself. I had been fantasizing about Sheetal 
since the day I met her. I imagined doing things to her that I would 
only do to a prostitute. I told myself that I had already cheated on my 
wife in my head... so this was no different. It did help alleviate my 
guilt for the time being. I stared blankly at her face, mystified. She 
was a slut, there was no denying it but her cute young face and the 
innocence she was so good at faking added to her sheer undeniable 
sexuality. The thought of my penis penetrating those inviolable lips 
made my cock fill with even more blood. 

She grew hornier by the minute. Now holding my cock in one fist, she 
pulled back the foreskin exposing the head fully and licked my shaft 
from the very base of it to the tip. Then she thrust her face forward 
and slid her lips about my cock-head and shaft and sucked my cock. I 
almost passed out with ecstasy. Her mouth was wonderful, hot and moist, 
sucking like a pump, her fleshy tongue playing with my cock-head in her 
mouth. I gasped, my hips rocking, hands flying down her head, my hips 
jerking forward at her face, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth. 
She spluttered and choked, then sucked harder and harder, her cheeks 
hollowing and billowing, her face distended. She cupped and rubbed my 
aching balls sexily. I gripped her head, grunting like a pig, rocking 
hard back and forth on my feet, fucking her mouth. 

"Ohhhhh Sheetal hanh mmmmmugh...", I groaned. She sucked harder yet and 
I called her name out louder, "SHEETAL... oh yes... that's it." 

She pulled her mouth off my dick with a smack and looking right into my 
eyes said, "Oh come on Rahul. You can do better than that. Say all 
those dirty things you're too shy to say in front of your wife." I 
looked at her face, held her chin and told her, "C'mon, you dirty 
little whore ... come on ... suck it! Suck my cock!" 

"Haaanh... say it in hindi. I fucking love that", she moaned. I 
hesitated... "Sheetal, chooso mujhe... JORSE choose, rundi 
chulchoosmerelundkohanh...hanh... HAANH!" I cried. It seemed to excite 
her even more and her head rocked frantically back and forth, rolling 
and moving from side to side, her teeth and tongue scraping against my 
skin. Keeping my dick deep in her mouth she moaned loudly. Her longing 
reverberated throughout my whole body. I tried so hard to hold back... 
but I was too far gone. I held her head in place and erupted in her 
mouth. The first couple of spurts shot directly into the back of her 
mouth and she opened her mouth pulling me out. She jerked me 
frantically, sending my cum in every direction. Some of it landed on 
her face and her hair. 

I closed my eyes and rolled my head back, savoring the moment. Sheetal 
slowly suckled on my gradually deflating dick easing me down from the 
height of my orgasm. 

I opened my eyes to see her lovingly rubbing my dick against her 
cheeks. Still on her knees she led me by my dick over to the sofa. I 
sat down and she climbed up beside me. That's when I noticed where the 
rest of my cum had landed. Some of the thick creamy white globs of my 
sperm were sticking to her the silk saree she was wearing leaving damp 
patched around the areas around them. I felt something sticking to my 
hand and noticed that some of it had also landed on her beautiful white 
sofa. "That's gonna leave a stain" I said. "OH FUCK... you ruined my 
saree. Now I'll have to throw it out." She handed me a couple of 
tissues and asked me to wipe off the cum from the sofa. 

I wiped off whatever I could find grumbling, "hey you're the one who started this 
remember?!" She realized that she was turning me off and so she 
apologized and explained that she had planned to have us move into the 
bedroom by now. My reaction surprised her and so she had improvised. 
"Ok... so let's go into the bedroom then." I said, a smile returning 
to my face. 

She held my hand and led me to the bedroom. The d飯r matched the rest 
of the house. I really didn't pay much attention to it. My eyes were 
focused mainly on her hips. Her saree clung to her beautiful frame and 
her tiny blouse left her midriff exposed. She wore a silver chair 
around her waist that jingled slightly as she swung her hips sexily 
with every step.