Experience of a Lifetime

As the new year began, Priya and I started to hang out at work as well. She found herself becoming increasingly familiar with the office building layout. I worked on the 11th floor of the east wing, while Priya worked on the 3rd floor of the west wing. Our secret meets during work hours took place in various office pantries on different floors, and sometimes even in different sections of the building.

Initially, I was unaware that these meets were intended to be kept a secret. It gradually dawned on me that Priya may have been carefully selecting the farthest pantry from her workplace to avoid being seen with me. I couldn't help but admire her resourcefulness. She was meticulous with her approach. Was Priya truly a brilliant mastermind, or was she simply trying to keep our rendezvous discreet?

As I pondered the potential reasons for our meets being secretive, my thoughts questioned my appearance. Was I so ugly that Priya felt the need to avoid being seen with me? I laughed and quickly dismissed the idea, realizing that now was not the time to beat up my self-esteem.

The most obvious explanation for our secretive meetings soon became apparent to me: Priya was married and did not want to be seen with me. Simple. This realization was quickly followed by another thought. I was now the "other guy," the one who was starting a secret affair with a married woman.

Despite the moral dilemma that this presented, I remained unmoved and failed to examine my own ethical or moral stance on the matter. Horniness prevailed!

As our conversations intensified, we went from talking about our sexual desires to coming up with a concrete plan to bring those fantasies to life. With a growing sense of anticipation, we discussed the various actions and scenarios that would fulfill our deepest darkest desires, exploring every possibility in graphic detail.

Our excitement grew each day as we contemplated the carnal pleasures that awaited us. Or rather Priya was the one coming up with all the execution plans and I just nodded my head in agreement.

On the subject of sharing our fantasies with each other, one evening during our phone conversation, we landed on the topic of attire.

"What gets you going? How do you like your gift wrapped?" Priya asked amusingly.

"Gift wrap?" I questioned innocently.

Priya explained "What would you like to see me in?" with satire in her tone.

I immediately yelled "Saree!" as if I were trying to win a million dollars by giving the correct response to a question. "Particularly a South Indian saree with all the bling", I added.

"Really? Oh, my god?" Priya burst into laughter and asked, "So typical! Was your childhood filled with aunties in Sarees?".

Me: I sheepishly said "Yes".

Priya: "That explains a lot!" as she continued laughing.

Priya: "What else? What else makes your tiny soldier stand up and salute?"

Me: "Tiny? It's big! And in your tiny hands my cock will look like a python" I jokingly rebutted.

Priya: "Ahaa good one!" agreeing to that.

Priya asked me again laughing "What else? What other childhood memory of yours has turned into a fetish?"

I thought for a second and said "Boob milk"

Priya clarified "As in, breast milk? As in, lactation?", I said "Yes"

Priya: "Please elaborate my dear sire!" said mockingly

With a giggle, I said, "I want to drink boobie milk directly from the source or maybe fuck when drinking boobie milk directly from the source".

Priya: "Okay, that is definitely interesting! Unfortunately, I shall not be able to fulfill that. Lactation happens post-pregnancy generally and the medication used to induce lactation has a lot of other sides that I cannot deal with. Fucks with your hormones a lot. So no go boss!"

And I replied with a confused "Okaay". Wait! Was she enquiring about my fetishes to list them, tick them off one by one from the list? What was happening?

Our conversation touched a few other fetishes of mine. But Priya had not made her fetishes clear. When Priya's turn came to share her dark desires, she just gave me really mundane ones which honestly sounded like default answers. I was determined to chase her fetishes. If this lady was going to go after my desires, it's only fair that I go after hers.

Anyways, the moral of the story was that I was able to overcome my insecurities and share my deepest, darkest desire with Priya in a way that made her laugh without judging me, and it was a liberating experience.

Our conversation arrived at its natural end for the evening. I also had to cut short our talk, although I never would have wanted it to end. I had to go meet a few friends from college at a popular pub in South Bangalore.

The pub had a warm and inviting ambiance, and the wooden interiors and cozy seating arrangements added to the charm of the place, making it a perfect spot to relax and unwind with friends or colleagues. To be honest, my thoughts weren't even remotely related to the party I was at.

I found myself zoning out every few minutes, lost in my world, thinking about Priya. Interactions from the past few weeks played like a movie in my mind, and I couldn't help but contemplate the different ways our future might unfold. The noise and chatter around me faded into the background as I got lost in my thoughts, unable to shake off Priya's appearance in different stages of nakedness.

The next morning, the sound of my phone buzzing on the bedside table jolted me awake, grimly realized that I had indulged a little too much at the party last night. My head throbbed with a slight hangover, but curiosity got the best of me, and I reached for my phone to check the message. It was from Priya, bleary-eyed and disoriented, I saw the text

Priya: "I'll be at SLV around 9:30"

And I ignored the text, intent on getting some much-needed rest. And thinking - Yay! Priya gets to have an amazing breakfast.

For anyone curious to know, SLV is a very popular breakfast place in Bangalore and each area has an eatery with the same name.

The phone bussed again. However, my curiosity soon got the better of me, and I picked up my phone to read the text as I read her words, a smile crept across my face.

The text said: "In your area"

When I got the text, I was like, okay cool, but what does that even mean? But then it hit me - she's trying to let me know she's nearby so we can hang out! I mean, Priya's message was a bit confusing, she could have just said "Let's meet at SLV" or straight-up asked me to meet her. Suddenly, I was wide awake, and the pounding headache was forgotten, as the excitement of meeting Priya filled me with a rush of adrenaline.

I quickly replied: "Cool, see you there."

It was 9:15 AM when I glanced at the time, so I quickly showered, changed, and made the decision to walk to SLV as it was close enough to my home to do so. As I got there, I searched around for Priya and pulled out my phone to call her when I realized that I had just received a text from her saying, "I have company," five minutes earlier. Company? I questioned my reasoning. She's here with someone? I still could not find her anywhere.

I quickly approached the counter, paid, and quickly took the food, and searched for Priya.

As I scanned the crowd, our eyes met, she smiled, and my heart skipped a beat! And there she was, standing in the midst of the bustling crowd, looking like a goddess in her traditional South Indian saree. Priya's saree was a vibrant shade of parrot green that seemed to illuminate her already radiant complexion.

The fabric of the saree was draped around her body in a way that hugged her curves tightly, highlighting her every move. The silk-bordered blouse engulfed those juicy melons for dear life.

The sight of her was nothing short of breathtaking. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, adorned with a fragrant white jasmine garland that filled the air with its sweet scent.

Her eyes were outlined with bold black eyeliner that made them stand out, and a tiny red bindi on her forehead added a touch of elegance to her already stunning appearance. But what caught my eye the most was her mangalsutra, a symbol of her marital status, resting beautifully on her graceful neck which I had furiously kissed, licked, and bit last week. As she moved, her hips swayed sensually with each step, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

The gold bangles on her wrists chimed softly, and the diamond pendant on her necklace sparkled. Beautiful white pearl earrings hanging on her ears. Her saree pallu was tightly wrapped around her waist, highlighting her every curve and making me crave her even more. She was like a goddess, a seductive enchantress who had me under her spell.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her as I wondered whether she was more seductive now or the other night when I had buried my face in between her boobs, squeezing them, biting and sucking on her nipples till they were sore. The Saree brought out a new side of Priya, one that I had never seen before, and I found myself captivated by her beauty in a way I had never experienced before.

As I slowly walked towards her, I wondered to myself, if Priya would have visited the temple before she came here because of her attire. As I finished that thought, I stopped walking, I noticed that there was a male figure standing very close to her. I was so engrossed in looking at Priya that I completely ignored who she was with.

"The company" as she had mentioned earlier to my dumb luck was her husband, who was dressed in traditional attire, not that I paid any attention to the husband.

So yeah! They were coming from the temple or some religious event. The husband did not look interested. Partially bald, a little bit of belly fat, tech-savvy, and if he stood in a lineup with all the average guys from the IT department, I don't think Priya would also recognize her husband from the lot.

Yes, of course, I was berating the husband. I was beating up the poor chap in my head and it most probably was no fault of his. Some insane form of jealousy manifested in me. My intrusive thoughts were interrupted by my buzzing phone. Pulled up my phone to a text from Priya and it said "Like what you see?".

A plate of idlis in one hand and with my other hand trembling and struggling to reply to Priya's text with a resounding "YES!!!!! You look fucking amazing!". To which quickly managed to text "Ty" (which meant thank you ofcourse) when her husband was looking the other way. This woman was clearly toying with me! And the risk of almost being caught by her husband and us having an intimate moment in public heightened the pleasure more! It was such an adrenaline rush! I wanted more of it!

She squeezed in a bunch of quick winks and stared at me in between her brief conversations with her husband. And it was time for her to go, I texted her "Rock hard for you" and she managed to reply "Can't you see? I'm dripping wet" while her husband was backing up the car. Of Course I wanted to see Priya soaking wet! I was so fucked! There was no turning back from this. I felt like I was destined to go down this path.

Before getting in, Priya unlocked the car door and gave me a quick wink and a naughty smile. And she was gone! Taken to an unknown location by her so-called husband. Would she also be treating her husband the same way? They would either start fucking as soon as they got home, or she would sexually tease him as well. Priya expressed interest in the two men's attention. Why is Priya compelled to fuck her husband?

Ridiculous. I was having intrusive, borderline neurotic jealous thoughts once again, which stopped me from replying to Priya's texts.

The next morning, as the sun rose, I started my usual commute to work. The commute was a breeze and I found myself casually conversing with everyone, including Priya. Despite the events of the previous morning lingering in my mind, I can't help but wonder: Why did she want me there? Did I arrive uninvited? Heck! I'm free to visit whenever I want because it's a public space. Perhaps Priya enjoyed it.

She wanted me to see her in traditional attire. She definitely was checking items off from my list of fetishes. I had to concede to myself that maybe Priya was dominating me, or maybe I was dominating her husband.

Either way, her husband, the poor bastard, was oblivious to it and I immensely enjoyed it. I chose not to mention any of them to her, opting instead to keep my thoughts to myself. Once we arrived at the office, The day rapidly turned into a frenzy of activities because of work, meetings etc.. Despite the hectic pace, the hours flew by in a blur until it was time to head home once again.

As Priya and I sat in the back of the cab, I couldn't bring myself to engage in conversation. My mind was preoccupied with a nagging worry that I couldn't shake off. Despite my one-word responses, Priya was perceptive enough to sense that something was wrong. She couldn't address the issue in front of our other cab mates, so she played it cool.

As we approached my stop, I received a text from Priya asking to talk later that evening. I agreed, and we said our goodbyes. Our eyes met briefly, and her smile managed to ease my troubled mind, although momentarily. But as soon as she mentioned that we needed to talk, a bunch possible outcomes of tonight's conversation began to play in my head.

I couldn't help but assume the worst: perhaps she wanted to end whatever it was that had just started between us, maybe her husband suspected something fishy, or maybe it was something else entirely.

As I waited for Priya's call, my mind raced with different scenarios of what our conversation might be about. I fidgeted nervously with my phone, checking the time every few seconds. At exactly 10PM, my phone buzzed and Priya's name flashed on the screen.

"Hi!" she exclaimed, her voice cheerful and upbeat.

I tried to match her tone, but my heart felt heavy. "Hi," I replied, my voice lacking any enthusiasm.

"You must've had a long day at work. Why so glum chum?" Priya asked, her concern evident.

I took a deep breath and decided to get straight to the point. "Did you go to a temple yesterday morning?" I asked, my voice unsteady.

Priya's voice grew cautious as she replied, "Yes" exactly knowing what my next question was. She continued "That's the guy whom I'm married to".

My mind went blank as I tried to process her words. The conversation was a stalemate. How does one respond to that? Maybe with a "You guys look great together?" Or with a "You guys make a cute couple?" Fuck noo! All I could manage to squeeze out of my mouth was an "Okay".

Priya laughed mockingly at my response, a playful timbre in her voice. "Jealous much?" she teased. "Look at you, just okay?" she continued, shaking her head. "I spent two hours getting ready for you, and all you can say is 'okay'? That's disappointing, honey."

Priya laughed, her tone warm with mischief. "I could have worn anything else, but I thought this would make your day. And instead of eating, you kept staring at me like a horny monkey. You're so bad!"

I felt a pang of frustration mixed with desire. Why couldn't Priya see how torturous she was to me? I shifted the conversation to focus on her stunning appearance, determined to make her see how much I wanted her. "You looked so fucking hot," I groaned. "I could barely keep my eyes off you. I would have lifted your saree up and pounded your pussy right here on the steps."

Priya thought for a second and then cheeks flushed with excitement as she listened to my words. She leaned in closer to me, her breath hot against my ear. "In front of my husband?" she teased, trying to put up a front. "Yes," I growled, my voice low and urgent. "I want him to watch as I fuck you senseless, making you come over and over again."

Priya let out a small chuckle, she whispered "Ahaa baby!" and she continued "You looking at me that way, my panties got soo fucking wet", her voice low and sultry. "I want you to take me right now, show me how hard you can fuck my wet pussy!"

With that, we both knew that a new boundary had been set, and we were both eager to explore it further. We were two lustful creatures, consumed by desire and ready to take each other to new heights of ecstasy.

Our conversation took a turn into the depths of our darkest fetishes, with each of us describing in explicit detail how we would ravish one another. As our conversation escalated, Priya's moans echoed through the phone, driving me to a state of primal lust that could no longer be ignored. I exploded into a wad of tissues, my body convulsing with pleasure. This had become a routine for us over the past few weeks, but tonight felt different.

As I cleaned myself up, Priya's breathless voice begged for more, "Since we both know what we want, we should you know..... meet" I eagerly agreed, my balls were hurting from all the cumming, "Yes! We should! How long are we going to play this game on the phone?" Priya chuckled mockingly, "Oh yes! I saw you coming up with a plan to make this happen."

In my defense, I had every intention of making it happen. I wanted nothing more than to feel her wetness enveloping my throbbing cock, to hear her scream with pleasure as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy. But a little voice in the back of my mind held me back. Despite my lust, Priya was married, and the thought of heading down that path made me hesitate. But my desire for her was too strong to resist.

As we continued our conversation, my mind raced with thoughts of how I could make this a reality. I was willing to risk it all to feel her firm nipples in mouth and her warm body against my body, to taste the sweetness of her lips, and to explore every inch of her with my tongue. The thought of finally having her in my arms was enough to make me forget all about the consequences.

With a mischievous chuckle, Priya said. "We need to talk about three things," in her low and husky voice. "First, we need to decide on a place to fuck. You get to take care of that. Second, we need to decide on which date we fuck. I'll pick that. And lastly, the fun has to be raw." I didn't need to think about the date, "Place? You can just come over," I quickly said, feeling a bit pleased with myself. "I stay on the 2nd floor, you can just take the stairs and no one would know that you're here."

Priya erupted into laughter, the sound ringing through the phone. "Wow! You stay on the 2nd floor and I am coming over! This man-child is going to be my fuck buddy! Wow!" I felt my cheeks heat up, but I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth. Priya's laughter was contagious. But then she said something that made my embarrassment reach a higher level.

"There are these things called hotels, sweetheart," she said, her voice teasing. "And they have something called suites at which we can stay and fuck!" I tried to play it cool, but I knew I'd been outsmarted. "Okay," I said, my voice tight. "Let's do that." Priya's laughter grew louder.

"Such a kid!" she exclaimed, wiping tears from her eyes. I couldn't help feeling a little hurt. "This is my first time," I said, my voice low. "How would I know?" But Priya wasn't sympathetic. "This is my first time too, but come on!" she said, her voice playful. She was clearly enjoying herself, enjoying my discomfort. I knew I had to defend myself.

I couldn't let her think I was some naive kid. "I may be inexperienced, but I'm a quick learner," I said, my voice firm. "Just you wait and see."

Priya giggled as she made her final request, "And last, we need to fuck raw." I hesitated for a moment, pretending to understand what she meant by "raw." Of course, I knew what it meant, but the way she said it made my heart race. I couldn't believe that this was really happening. The thought of feeling her bare skin against mine was almost too much to handle.