It is not easy to forget your first love and also it is not easy – believe me to forget your first extra marital fuck and for Venkat it was extremely difficult to forget or even ignore his first ever fuck with a proper housewife and a woman who did not look or seem vivacious but was a tigress in bed, a woman who made him realize – sex was beyond just the missionary style, man dominating the woman, it was a cohesive co-directed affair where the woman has an equally important role, and this woman showed him the way, she led him to believe sex can be enjoyable more when the woman is aggressive and Shanti was all but a slut in the bed, she did it clinically with the precision of a Subject Matter Expert and knew what it takes to please the man, of course making sure and making the other believe that she enjoyed it equally if not more.
Back in New Jersey – the days went by, months went by and it was six months since the interlude but he could not get her out of his mind and out of his jerking of the prick, every time he pricked his wife it was impossible not to fantasize the woman Shanti and not his own wife, he fucked the receptionist and also his colleague Helen, and also visited high class Indian origin call girls but nobody gave him what Shanti provided him that afternoon in the warm confines of the AC room in the Marriage hall at Chennai. She was unforgettable – a woman who will most likely go out of his mind only when he goes to his pyre – and that he knew was not anywhere near and he did not obviously want to live with that as a feeling – he needed to make the effort and take the plunge and get her, he must have her and not pine for the juice of her pussy around his prick, he must taste her and taste he knew he will, only if he took the steps necessary.
He called his brother – and asked him for Ragaswamy's number, his brother laughed. "I know brother, she is unforgettable, am happy not to have indulged in it, you were hungry that day and she was ready but you know now what I meant by 'Once she bites you, you will remain bitten for more', any way should not be a problem, you don' t do anything from here, catch him when you are in Delhi next week, I know you will not be visiting Chennai, see if she can be transported to Delhi."
The next week was hectic and finishing all current and pending activities prior to an overseas travel, he called his secretary for the tickets when he came to know that he was booked by Lufthansa flying into Chennai from Frankfurt and that was like 'god sent', he just smiled when she profusely apologized for the last minute agenda change, a few meetings were slated in the southern part of the country and she could not page him soon and inform about it and the itinerary changes and now was given a flight out of Chennai 3 days later and in between a visit to Coimbatore was fixed to meet some industry majors for expanding his exploits in the Steel space.
He did not mind all this one bit, he was sure – this will be good omen and he will be at last with his love – in the bed soon. Soon on touching ground in Chennai, he called the messenger of God – Ragaswamy and rest was history.
"Hello – how are you my dear little chicken,,,,,,,,long since we met. You come to Chennai and do not find time for this old man and his old tools ––uhmmmmmm" he was on the phone.
"Ragaswamy – am in a meeting with my boss, can we talk in the evening?" Shanti exclaimed.
"Sure – but you may change your mind if you come to know that your lover who must be giving you sleepless nights and sleepless wet nights is in India and wants to meet you desperately" he was matter of fact.
"Who is this – Ragha...??" she blurted the name, her brother in law was right, no other man had affected her as much as him.
"Ah ha ha – so he is tormenting – check your parts, they may be wet already???" Ragaswamy was getting bolder.
He was again right, she was wet between her legs and her pussy was juicing up viciously with lot of viscous and all that meant she was in need of the man and his prick – she desired him as much as he wanted her and in her earnestness could not hold any longer " Where is he ...?"
"He is now here – and wants be in Coimbatore tomorrow, incidentally does not know that his desire stays there, should I tell him?" he knew the answer.
"Yesssssssssss..." she said.
"AAAHHHHHHH- really, what is there for me if I let him ...will you satisfy me when you come here next?" he did not bother that they were on the landline intercom and others could be privy to their conversation.
She realized and quietly asked him to call her on the mobile and kept the phone.
There was no phone call after that – and sometime late in the evening when she was walking back home there was a call – and the number was somewhat different, she picked up the call and it was from the Hotel Heritage Coimbatore.
They asked her to check into room 202 where her 'husband' Venkat was checking in later in the evening. She smiled into the phone and nodded telling the receptionist at the hotel that she will do so – she knew the pleasure was about to start and she would be getting into one more epic soon. Shanti was looking forward to this meeting and this time as his 'wife' – well well he was really desperate and this was going to be hell let loose in bed – and she decided to go home and thought over what she must tell Sridhar and inlaws – she had her story ready. She also decided to take the same cream green colored silk saree – the one which 'inspired' Venkat to maul her the last time in that nice AC room up there in the marriage hall. As she reached home - she noticed Shankar Bhikham(Bhikhu) - the neighbour's servant -her newly acquired lover in the last couple of months.
It all started as a mere rebuke and then she wanted him, the young servant was good in bed, she went into the flash back – when he had come to her office at home and ...
She was dressed sedately in a *salwar-kurta* ensemble, with a light chiffon *dupatta* spread over her torso and knotted behind her back. She wore no makeup, except a thin black thread with an amulet around her neck.
He did several part-time jobs in the block of apartments where she lived. Earlier that night, he was down in the car-park, smoking a cigarette, his chores done. He looked up idly and his eyes slid past the windows of her house and then, in a classic double-take, snapped back. She stood at her window, looking at him. Even at that distance, there was no mistaking the fact that she was watching him. As he watched, she slid her hands under her *dupatta* and brazenly lifted her breasts. He dropped his smoldering cigarette in shock. She lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts and squeezed them in flagrant invitation. Watching him, she spread her feet apart and pumped her hips in an unmistakably obscene manner. Nodding slightly, she beckoned to him and stepped back into the shadows.
His heart thumping with excitement, the servant raced up the stairs to her second floor apartment. At her door, he stopped and took a deep breath. His pulse throbbed. Gently, he tried the door. It swung open. He stepped in and shut it quietly. He knew she lived alone today – he had seen her husband and in laws leaving the previous day.
Shanti was waiting in the living room. Except her transparent chiffon *dupatta*, she was naked. He stared at her. Her breasts were covered by the filmy material, but her belly and crotch were exposed to his gaze. Her eyes glittered with excitement. She lifted her *dupatta* over her breasts, lifting them in her hands.
