*Please read the earlier parts before reading this story to get the full effect of the storyline*
Rakesh got a call at the hotel. To his surprise it was Suresh, Surma's husband.
"Rakesh I need to speak to you"
Rakesh gulped.
Had Suresh found out about him and Surma?
Why dint Surma warn him in advance?
Maybe she did not have time to inform him.
Rakesh was desperately seeking some justification for this.
"Yes Suresh. Anytime." Rakesh tried to remain as cool as he could.
Okay so what? If Surma was in any trouble, he would marry Surma.
She would get a fat settlement from Suresh and moreover, she was rich anyway.
"Can we meet at the Trident hotel at the bar at 3 PM? Is that convenient?"
Suresh would never be so polite if he knew something was up between him and Surma.
Rakesh breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he felt a tinge of regret.
He suddenly realized that he dint mind being married to Surma.
"That's fine Suresh. I'll be there."
"Oh good. See you soon then."
Rakesh walked into the Trident bar wondering what Suresh wanted.
The plush interiors of the hotel made him feel a tad uncomfortable. He was used to entering such facilities only as an employee. Not as a guest.
Did Suresh need some personal information about Surma? Was he investigating her? Now? After marriage?
Suresh was already there and stood up to greet Rakesh. He was dressed in a smart blue shirt and black slacks. He looked every bit the businessman that he was. Rakesh gulped.
He realized that he had fucked this man's wife.
"Hi Rakesh. Sit down please."
"Thanks Suresh. Nice place."
"Yeah. I like this place. Its called the Library bar. They have some great books. First editions of many of the classics."
"They have one of the best gyms too."
Rakesh spoke with a tinge of excitement in his voice.
"Aaah you certainly look like a gym type of person!"
"Haha Yeah. I always spent a lot of time on my body. Maybe I should have spent more time on my brain instead!"
"Rakesh. I have a rather serious matter to discuss with you"
"Go ahead Suresh. What is it?"
"Lets have a drink first. What would you like?"
"I'll have a fresh lime soda please."
Suresh waves to the waiter and orders a whisky for himself.
"Rakesh. Do you know I have diabetes?"
"No Suresh. I am sorry to hear that."
"Yes. But the real problem is that certain types of diabetes cause sexual dysfunction. So I am unable to perform in bed."
Rakesh stayed silent, not knowing what to say to such a confession.
Suresh continued. "Rakesh I know that it sounds like I am giving you too much information but you will understand shortly why I am telling you all this.
"Surma accuses me of having an affair but its not true. She is a very sexual woman and the simple fact is that I am not able to satisfy her sexually."
"Why is he telling me all this?" Rakesh's inner voice is screaming.
Rakesh's discomfort with this conversation is obvious as he is not saying anything and is shifting in his chair.
"The reason I am telling you all this is that I have a proposition for you. This is very difficult for me to say. So give me some time to say it."
Suresh finished his whisky in one gulp.
"Surma told me that you are unmarried and work in a hotel. I am willing to pay you three times your salary to keep my wife sexually satisfied."
He took a pause.
"There I said it."
Rakesh almost dropped his glass.
"Suresh! What are you saying?"
"Yes Rakesh. It has been a very difficult decision to make but I cannot afford to lose her. I love Surma dearly."
"But will Surma agree to this?"
"She was the one who suggested your name and invited you over the other day so I could see you.
"That is why I got so drunk. The thought of another man sleeping with my wife was terrible. But now I have accepted that this is the only solution if I want to avoid a divorce."
"The bitch! She knew I would go over to fuck her!" Rakesh was thinking to himself.
But at least she had thought of him.
"Three times my salary just to fuck Surma? Wow!"
Rakesh was singing songs inside his head.
Outwardly Rakesh was finding it hard to keep his cool. This was the best news he had heard in a long time.
"Rakesh I trust you. I know you will keep my wife happy without any strings attached."
This sounded like a threat but Rakesh was beyond caring.He let it pass.
"Three times my salary to fuck Surma!" Rakesh's mind was in a festive mood.
"Let me think about it Suresh. This is quite an offer! I cant imagine sleeping with another man's wife!"
Rakesh was trying hard to contain his excitement by now.
"I know Rakesh. You don't look the kind of person who would do that. I guessed that when I first saw you. I am a good judge of character."
After they left the restaurant, Rakesh called Surma.
"So you knew I would come that day after all, haan?"
"Rakesh I coudint resist you. You saw that."
"So Surma. Whose idea was this?"
"Mine! What did you think? I need Suresh's money to survive Rakesh. He thinks that I will leave him. But I cant. This way I can have both money and sex."
"Are you making me a gigolo?"
"Oh and you really hate that don't you? Being paid to fuck me. How horrible!"
Surma then became serious.
"Rakesh I warn you. You cant fuck Deotima anymore. If you fuck Deotima, the deal of off."
That silenced him.
Surma wanted money and her orgasms?
So why could'int he have both her and Deotima?
Rakesh knew Surma could not fuck anyone other than him. She was not a slut.
But he could not leave Deotima. Those boobs!
He decided he would worry about that later.
Now he needed to celebrate.
Rakesh's joy knew no bounds. He could'int believe his luck!
Three times his salary!
He decided not to leave his job.
"Let them kick me out," he thought.
If there was any problem he could always go back to his job.
Moreover, what if Suresh dint pay?
