Work Hard Play Harder Ch 14

Copyright © December 2024 by CiaoSteve

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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

This is a fourteenth part to the series. Although it is self-contained from a story perspective, I would recommend you read the earlier chapters as there will be references which make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.

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On the same evening, in another part of the city, a similar conversation was taking place in one of the large, detached properties which made up the most affluent side of town.

Ok, so it wasn't an identical conversation.

For one, the protagonists were a husband and wife sipping fine red wine together on an overly large leather sofa, rather than two female lovers on their way home from a night out.

For two, the marital couple were already changed for a relaxing night in, him in lounge shorts and a tee-shirt, her in the deepest purple, thigh-length, button-up silk nightshirt.

Finally, was the conversation itself. There was no talk of sexual likes and dislikes--this was still a taboo subject in the Khan household--nor around the exploration of the same. The topic of conversation was more mundane, even if the subjects of learning and self-development were high on the agenda.

"You haven't forgotten, have you, Mukesh?" Sophiya asked, finishing her wine, and placing her empty glass on a nearby table.

"I never forget," Mukesh replied, placing his still half-filled glass down, wrapping his arm around his wife, and pulling Sophiya in close. "Every day I'm reminded by your very presence, just how beautiful my darling wife is."

"No, Mukesh... I'm being serious... you haven't forgotten, have you?" Sophiya repeated.

She tried not to show it, but inside she felt a bit guilty about the whole thing. Forgotten it? If truth be known, she hadn't really told Mukesh. It had happened so quickly, from that conversation in the office, to the meeting at the bookstore, to the invitation to come over to the infamous cabin by the lake.

Invitation? Well, it was an invitation of sorts, but it seemed as much a command as it did a request. The date had been set in advance, and Sophiya was just expected to be there, whether she had prior plans or not. And there lay the problem. Sophiya didn't make the plans in this household. Planning was down to Mukesh and, to be honest, he was pretty good at it.

Fine wines, fine food, fine clothes, fine theatre, fine sex... every weekend there would be something different, yet something equally fine. It was a life Sophiya had gotten used to, and wasn't about to turn her back on, even if deep inside she wanted something else... something not so fine... something downright... well... dirty.

And that was yet another problem. Mukesh would never agree to downright dirty. He'd had his moments--there was the time in the hotel where he made her remove her knickers in the lift, and then that time he found her tied to the bed and took her ass--but, and this was part of the problem, it wasn't enough. Sophiya still wanted more.

She wanted to feel vulnerable.

She wanted to feel exposed.

She wanted the excitement of never knowing what was coming her way.

She wanted to feel how only another woman could make her feel.

She wanted something other than fine.

She wanted...

Sophiya wasn't sure what she wanted, but she knew she needed to find out, and once she had, maybe she would work out that fine wasn't so bad after all.

Sophiya had never planned it. She'd had enough of a challenge getting Mukesh to agree to her taking a job in the first place. He had so many reservations, but she never imagined that his wife being corrupted by an older woman would be one of them. Corrupted? Well, that was a bit strong, but for sure working for Claudia had made some of the young woman's fantasies suddenly seem accessible.

It was only a weekend, a group of friends enjoying their company in the countryside. What harm could there be? There again, after the challenge in getting the job in the first place, there was no way Mukesh would agree to her spending a dirty weekend at a cabin in the woods, would he? There again, did he need to know it was a dirty weekend?

Information wise, it could be a training course, team building and all that. It wouldn't be that much of a lie, would it? After all, Sophiya was intent on learning, and for sure she reckoned she'd be spending most of her time building relationships, if not quite the type of relationships Mukesh would understand. It was only a little untruth yet, still, that was where the guilt lay. The idea of this being an innocuous training course wasn't exactly true, and Sophiya never kept anything from her darling husband. It was that very thought which weighed on her conscience, yet it was the parting words of her workplace manager which filled her mind.

'If you want something badly enough, then you'll find a way of making it happen,' Claudia had said before leaving Sophiya with a decision to make.

Did she want it badly enough?

That was a question still to be resolved, but she wasn't going to get any closer to an answer sitting in her own living room. She needed to know. She needed to try it and find out for herself. It was no different to when she got her job in the first place. Back then, she didn't know how it would work out, yet she knew she needed to do it, to get a job, to stand on her own two feet.

In actuality, there was no need for her to work at all. Mukesh earned more than enough for the two of them, and the same was true of their sex life. Mukesh had more than enough drive to keep her satisfied. It was just that... Sophiya thought about it for a while.

One day she hoped he would understand.

One day she hoped he would be the one giving her whatever she desired.

For now, though, she needed to work out exactly where those desires would take her, and that is where Claudia came in.

For now, though, she had to persuade her darling husband to let her play.

How?

It was one of the things Sophiya was learning quickly. Three steps... three little steps, and more often than not she'd get what she wanted.

Step one... provide just enough information, no more no less.

Step two... let him feel it was his decision.

Step three... ensure to reward him handsomely.

It wasn't always in that order, but for sure Sophiya had it all mapped out. She'd already prepared in her mind what she would tell him if he started to ask. As for making him feel it was his decision, that was where the 'tell me you haven't forgotten' came in. Mukesh was always so busy; it would be easy for him to let something slip his mind.

So that just left the reward.

They said there were two ways to a man's heart. One was through his stomach, but given that Sophiya didn't cook, that was a non-starter. The other... well, enough to say she had become well-versed at putting that one into play, not that she minded. Mukesh was one hell of a lover, and Sophiya wouldn't have it any other way. All she wished was that he would get a little more, what was the word, adventurous every now and again.

One day, Sophiya promised herself that there would be no need to be so clandestine, but for now she needed to play her cards close to her chest. She would find a way, eventually, to bring her darling husband on the journey with her, but first she needed to find out for herself just where that journey would take her.

"And I'm being serious too... about how much I am in love with the most beautiful wife ever," Mukesh retorted.

As he spoke, Mukesh shuffled across the sofa, wrapped an arm around Sophiya, and pulled his wife in close.

"I love you, Soph Khan," Mukesh whispered, smiling back at Sophiya.

Sophiya smiled back. Those words usually had a single meaning. I love you was synonymous with I want to fuck you; so here was Mukesh, proclaiming just what he intended to do to his darling wife. She could read her husband like a book. Before long, he would be whisking her away to the bedroom and showing Sophiya just how much he did love her. Mukesh needed no excuse for a little wham, bam, thank you ma'am, and she wasn't going to be stopping him, not now, not ever. Deep inside though, Sophiya wanted a little more... no, not more sex, but more of the thrill of the chase as a hunter may put it.

The very thought of that weekend at the cabin had filled her with excitement from the moment the message arrived the day before, and as she sat there, another thought filled her mind, a thought of something equally exciting, something just a little out of the ordinary. No, it wasn't quite on the scale she hoped for in going to the cabin, and it wasn't exactly dirty, but it did break with expectation just a little.

Expectation?

Oh yes, expectation would lead them to the bedroom, with Mukesh in control.

Now though, now it was a different thought which filled her mind.

Inside, Sophiya smiled.

'Why not?' she whispered silently to herself, imagining something just a little different, imagining something right here in the living room.

As she sat there, feeling the way her husband was starting to run his hands over her silky nightshirt, her mind was made up. That said, she wasn't about to make him think she was too eager.

Sophiya craned her neck up and placed a kiss on her husband's lips. It was just a peck, but enough to say I love you too. That kiss was something else though. It was a catalyst. It always was. One kiss led to another, led to something much more, or at least, that was what Sophiya anticipated.

Sophiya wasn't the only one to be festering thoughts of something more passionate. Usually that kiss would come later in the bedroom, but he wasn't going to object, nor was he going to miss an opportunity. Slowly, Mukesh shuffled around a little more on the sofa until he was half facing his darling wife. He leaned forward towards Sophiya. As he did, he pulled her towards him.

Their lips met.

This time it was no fleeting peck. There was no mistaking the passion in that very caress, their lips melded together, the only parting coming from Mukesh as he probed for an opening with the tip of his tongue. An opening? Oh yes, he found an opening. In fact, he found two to be precise.

The first was the expected one, a parting of her lips, enough to let him inside, enough to allow his tongue to meet hers.

The second took a little more effort, but the rewards were equally plentiful.

As they kissed and canoodled on the sofa, Mukesh brought his arm further around Sophiya's shoulders, all the time reaching towards her front, and the buttons on that purple top. It was a struggle with only one hand, but finally he popped the top two open, and delved within.

Sophiya gasped, a muffled gasp, as she felt him cup her breast between his fingers and palm. She loved his touch against her plentiful mounds, the way he would stroke gently over her smooth skin, the way he would squeeze firmly against her pillowy mounds, the way he would graze the tips of his fingers over her now hardened nipples. She loved his every touch, yet still she wanted more.

'Harder... squeeze them... twist them... suck them,' Sophiya thought to herself, all the time wanting to say something but never daring to do so.

It never happened. What she got was the usual firm massage on first one, then the other breast, but nothing more. Mukesh was as eager as ever to progress from base to base and had already moved on, in search of what delights may lay hidden lower down. Before long, he had inched her nightdress upwards and his hand was nestled over the black lace knickers which clad her mound, his fingers teasing at her apex.

Still, they kissed.

Still, their tongues played out a merry little dance.

Still, Mukesh continued, drawing little circles over her apex, rubbing firmly as he went, all the time delving ever lower in search of her tender clit.

As he reached downwards, so Sophiya allowed him to progress. It was a little at a time, but slowly she spread her legs apart, far enough for him to draw those same circles across her outer labia, but no further.

She loved it when he worked her like this. Already her fires were smouldering away inside, and she could feel that ache of desire, the one she could never ignore, the one which screamed at her from inside to be quenched. Already her mind was set on the same, and he was simply making matters worse. Whether he realised or not, Mukesh was slowly working his wife into an insatiable need to be... taken... fucked... satiated.

In the end it was too much.

She needed it, and she needed it now.

But this time... this time it was going to be on Sophiya's terms.

With her husband's hand still between her legs, she eased them closed, clamping her thighs around his hand, holding him still, putting pay to his efforts.

"Wh... what... why..." Mukesh called out, wondering quite why his wife had teased him this way and then withdrawn herself from his advances.

"Did I do something wrong, or would you rather we went into the bedroom," he added. "Or, if you just don't want it, all you had to do was say... I'd understand... you just need to let me kn...."

"Shhh," Sophiya responded, putting pay to his protestations through a combination of her whispered response and the press of her lips back against hers.

"Who said anything about not wanting it... unless..." Sophiya started before pausing for effect.

"Unless... Mr Khan... unless you're not up for it. Mukesh? Is that right?" Sophiya added.

The question was totally rhetorical. He was always up for it, and tonight would be no different, she was sure of that. What would be different though was that, for once, Sophiya was going to be the one giving the rewards, rather than him taking them.

It was a first step, yet a small step, towards trying something new, just as it had been that evening when he came home to find her tied atop the bed, her ass filled with a plug. Okay, so that hadn't quite worked out as she had imagined. Yes, he'd fucked her ass, but it was very much a one weekend wonder and not the start of her much-desired new beginning. It seemed, he was eager to take it if it was laid on a plate, but when it came to his choice there was only one thing on his mind, and that was to fuck her sweet little pussy.

Oh, how Sophiya longed for just a little more variety.

Oh, how Sophiya longed for something more... what was that word again... dirty.

Sophiya didn't wait for Mukesh to answer the question. She reached across and placed a hand on the front of his shorts. Instantly a smile ran across her face.

"Oh, Mukesh... what have we here?" Sophiya called out, again the question more for effect than needing to be answered. She knew exactly what he had, and she had a very good idea what she was going to do with it. She also knew he was going to enjoy every minute, despite his protestations.

"Take them off!" Sophiya suggested.

"No... no... I've got a better idea... you just sit back, Mukesh, and let me take them off for you... I promise darling... I promise to take good care of him... right here... right now!" Sophiya teased, a playful glint in her eye.

She didn't wait for any reply. As she started to address her husband, Sophiya had already taken purchase on both the waistband of his shorts and the boxers underneath. By the time she had finished with her suggestion of doing it there and then, both garments had been pulled down at the front, just far enough to reveal their hidden treasure.

"Thought so," Sophiya added, staring at an already semi-hard erection.

Sophiya smiled.

"Mmmm... what are we going to do with this?" Sophiya asked, running her gaze up to her husband, then back down to his cock.

Once more the question was rhetorical, and Sophiya didn't want, nor wait, for any sort of answer. Instantly, she released her husband's hand from between her thighs. As Mukesh watched, Sophiya quickly shifted positions. She shuffled away a little, then knelt atop the sofa, facing along its length, directly towards where Mukesh was sitting.

"Now, this'll never do, will it, darling?" Sophiya asked, all the time a huge playful smile on her face.

As Mukesh pondered what it was which wouldn't do, Sophiya had already moved on. Looping her hands around the waistband of his shorts and boxers once more, she gave them a further tug, pulling them down under his ass, then starting to ease them down his thighs. Mukesh was about to lift his legs and help when Sophiya took him by surprise.

"There... that's better," Sophiya announced.

Much to Mukesh's surprise, she left his bottoms mid-way down his thighs. He was confused. Was he expected to remove them himself? Is that what his darling wife wanted? And then was she expecting him to fuck her? Or was she just playing with him, teasing him but with no intention other than to get him all excited and leave him there?

With his mind already set on the former, Mukesh reached down to finish off the job Sophiya had started. Quick as she could, Sophiya grabbed hold of her husband's wrists and held them tight. She fixed her gaze on his, then smiled. She'd never done anything like this, and she was a bundle of nerves deep inside, yet something felt so exciting about the whole situation.

The look on Mukesh's face was a picture. A picture? Well, it was, if in a most surreal sort of way. He didn't know whether to show frustration, astonishment, or just plain surprise. His wife, the usually submissive, compliant young woman he had fallen in love with, was suddenly being assertive.

If Mukesh, was surprised, Sophiya was astounded. This just wasn't her, yet she seemed compelled to act. It was as her boss had said.

'If you want something badly enough, then you'll find a way of making it happen.'

In her mind Sophiya knew exactly where they were going, if not exactly how they would get there. For sure though, if he thought this was to be the only surprise, Mukesh had another thing coming. Coming? Oh yes, if she made it to the end of her playful adventure, there'd be plenty of coming to be had as well.

What did they say? Good things come to those who wait. The problem was... well... with her heart pounding so fast, and an ache building deep inside, Sophiya wasn't intending to wait any longer than she had to.

"Don't even think about it," Sophiya announced, all the time making sure to keep eye contact with her husband. "I told you, darling... I told you... I'm going to take good care of this little problem... and you... you're just going to make yourself comfy, sit back and enjoy. Do I make myself clear, Mr Khan?"

As she spoke, Sophiya leaned forward towards her husband, never once releasing her grip on his wrists as she slowly inched her face towards his. She knew exactly what she was doing, and from the way her husband had suddenly broken eye contact, she had already grabbed his attention.

With the couple of buttons open at the top of her nightshirt, the silky fabric instantly hung low, and with it, so did Mukesh's gaze. He couldn't help himself but stare down that gaping top. Moments earlier he had been caressing those self-same breasts which now hung freely in front of him, teasing at him from under her nightshirt. What grabbed his attention the most? Was it the firm flesh of two full mounds, the gentle sway with her every movement, or the rock-hard nipples which called out to be suckled? It was the latter thought which now filled his mind, and Mukesh pondered again about the idea of taking back control.