Swati is a schoolteacher, just like Sunita is. And hardly a couple of days after our marathon at Mina's farmhouse, she called me up from her school in the evening.
"Hi May," she greeted me. "I've missed the bus. Could you pick me up?"
I could hear noises in the background. I smiled to myself. I mean, how can you be so innocuously simple?
Radha's bosom pal, Mina was visiting with her husband and their pals, so the farmhouse was out. Radha also had some work to be finished and had to stay at the office with Dilip.
To add to this was the presence of my younger sister, Sheetal and her husband, Uday who had come visiting. Uday had a few seminars in the city and Sheetal hadn't visited us for quite a while now. Though I could have easily managed to get away from home, I did want to spend some time with Uday and Sheetal. Moreover, Sunita had insisted that I stay back at home with Sheetal when Uday would go out for his seminars.
"After all, I have to go to school. I've no leave left for now and you can always manage to postpone your visits to your clients," Sunita had announced.
It was the same with Swati. Her husband was away on one of those usual tours. That guy was hardly home for a week in a month – that is, if he was lucky.
"Hey, that's great. Where will you be waiting?" I spoke into the mouthpiece, glancing at Sheetal.
I detected a kind of an excitement in Swati's voice. "I'll be right at the gate."
"Be there in fifteen minutes," I told her.
"Who was it?" my sister asked me, looking up from the newspaper.
Sheetal looked up at me after dragging her eyes away from the TV. Uday had left for work in the afternoon and Sheetal was watching some dumb soap. Sunita, of course was at school.
"A pal of mine. He's got some inside dope on my competitor. Hope its enough for me to cut him down on the quote I've to give tomorrow."
It's strange how excuses and justifications come so easily when you need them.
"What time will you be back?"
"A couple of hours at least, perhaps. I'll give you a call before I leave from my pal's place." I replied, already slipping on my shoes. "Why?"
"I'm thinking that perhaps I should go visit your in-laws. As it is, I've some time on my hands and Sunita told me she isn't likely to return before six in the evening. Or maybe I'll just ask your in-laws if they did like to come down here."
"Sure thing, baby. Tell you what, just give a ring to Sunita at the school and let her know about your program as well as mine. I'll take the spare key. If you go over to the in-law's place, just pull the door and remember to turn the latch, okay?"
Without waiting for a reply, I walked out, feeling on top of the world.
And yes, I was feeling horny too!
******
She was wearing a green sari and matching blouse. It was the teachers uniform in that school. She was standing under a huge mango tree by the side of the gate when I drove up. A couple of kids were chatting with her.
She wished them goodbye and hurried over to the car. She banged the door shut as she got in, smiling crookedly at me.
"Hi!"
I released the gear and the car shot off.
"Long time no see, huh?" I asked hoarsely, glancing at her quickly.
"Yes, I guess," she replied. "Radha's busy, or so she told me."
"Must be," I said. "She hasn't contacted me."
She was quiet and stared through the windshield as I increased speed.
"What's the matter?" I asked, sensing that something had upset her.
"Well," she hesitated. "I – I was wondering if, well you know, I was sort of wondering if the two of you..."
I laughed. "Hey, knock it off. I mean if we were going to get together, we would surely want you to join."
She sighed. "Truth?"
"But of course," I told her, slipping one hand off the steering and patting her knee. "Why do you ask?"
Very slowly, she spread her legs apart, allowing me to gently caress her sari-clad knee.
"The two of you do it very often, don't you?"
This was a new angle altogether. I suddenly realized that perhaps Swati was jealous of Radha's relationship with me. I also realized that Swati and me never had gotten together all on our own. The only time we had was along with Radha.
I was right, because, Swati whispered, "We never did it together without her, did we?"
I felt my prick straining inside my pants. I stole a glance at her. She was hunched forward, her elbows on her knees and was totally ignoring the fact that the border of her green sari had fell off her shoulders for me to get a pretty clear view of the rather low-necked blouse and the glimpse of her white bra. I suppose she was wearing some sort of a push up bra because her breasts seemed to be rather pushed together and her cleavage seemed to be much longer that I had known it to be.
"You want to?" I whispered back, letting my hand slide down over her thighs.
She grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs. She closed her legs together, trapping my hand there.
"Oh god, yes!" she replied.
"Where?"
She did not hesitate, which proved what I had thought earlier: she had planned all this before calling me up.
"My place," she said breathlessly. "Suresh has left for his usual tour and won't be back for a few days. The kids are at school."
Her place was about five miles from here and I reached it under four minutes. While I drove with one hand on the steering, I let my other hand squeeze her between her legs, making her moan and gasp. She gave back. I mean, she grabbed my bulge with one hand and we fondled and kneaded each other till I braked in the parking lot of her apartment.
My mind went back to the first time I had taken Radha at her apartment. Boy, I had come a long way!
We were not in the kind of position that Radha and me had been the first time. We had already seen each other do damn nearly everything. Goddamn it, we had a real threesome and there was nothing we didn't know about each other's bodies.
When she unlocked the door with shaking hands after we got off the elevator that we had to share with an old woman, who insisted on gossiping with Swati, I entered first and looked back as she closed and locked the door behind her.
