Moon Eyed

I was married then for five years to my hubby after two years of working together in an IT company and courtship for about 18 months.

We both changed our jobs and got jobs in different companies. I kept fit because I travelled daily by metro to work (preceded and followed by a solid twenty minutes brisk walk each way). That ensured my brisk walking for about 8 kilometres daily. I deliberately walked as I wanted to be fit and keep my body in shape. I knew women add kilos to their body after marriage and regular sex.

I might not have been extraordinarily beautiful; but I was sure as hell worth a second look. I turned heads when I passed by. My hubby did say I had a very sexy figure and am overwhelmingly desirable. He always kept pointing at my full size bust and shapely ass with miniscule waist in between. I am pretty tall almost as tall as my hubby. I am pretty well built but not an ounce of extra fat. My size would be 36 30 36, which is pretty good for a woman married for five years.

My hubby loved my full lips and sharp and rather thick eyelashes. I enjoyed his lips on mine. He loved licking my long and thin neckline and nuzzling his head into my long hair.

He always wondered at my nipples bulging out in full erection when I was even mildly aroused. I just could not control when I was aroused. My hubby was always horny. We fucked almost everywhere all the time and that kept me hot and horny. He was insatiable and so was I.

My hubby had to travel a lot and living alone those nights was unbearable for both of us, particularly for me. When he was away, he always called me late. We talked dirty and did phone sex. That went on for a while. However fantasies can only last for a while.

I suspected off late that on his tours he had started fucking around. I knew a horny fellow that he was, couldn't remain without a pussy for long. Besides, when I called him up several times, he hurriedly disconnected the phone saying he was in a meeting. I wondered if he would be in a meeting so late. I did hear a woman giggle once loudly when he said that.

After his return, I cornered him the first night. I asked him point blank who he was fucking when I called. After a lot of lame excuses, he agreed that he was fucking his assistant.

I felt let down. After all, when I missed him during those lonely nights, I was getting horny too, wasn't I? When I told him that, he laughed and said, "Well, How do I know you were not fucking around too?"

That was a clincher. Until then I believed strongly in marital faith and the marriage wows. On that day, all that I believed came crashing down. I realized to my shock that those wows were just words, not meant to be taken too seriously.

I felt relieved. After all I too felt the need for sex. I was horny many nights and managed by pumping a banana in my pussy instead of a hard cock that I rightfully deserved. I felt pity for my hubby too! How could a virile man like him remain for so long without fucking a cunt? That was that. He was asking for us to have an open marriage. Well I decided, we could well have that!

When my hubby went away for days, I felt really horny. In the night I dreamt of fucking someone or the other I knew. But dreams cannot be a substitute for the real thing. There was hardly anyone who fitted my bill. Well of course there was Ted, one of my colleagues. He was a bit senior to me. He was smart, athletic, tall, well built and physically attractive. I was certain he could satisfy my urge.

He was the first person, whom I noticed, when I joined the company. I went to his room to introduce myself. Gosh! He gave me such a stare the first time I met him that I was grossly puzzled. A colleague does not stare at another, however beautiful she may be. Ted not only kept staring at me with open and rather baffled eyes, but after he steadied himself, he told me quietly, "Liz, please pardon my stare. You are so beautiful."

Normally, I would have loved the compliment. However, his staring at me like that made me feel ill at ease initially. However, those moments passed. Ted composed himself and he introduced himself and introduced me to his team.

It was a pleasant meeting. Barring those initial awkward moments, I felt compulsively attracted to his manly personality and his confident attitude. He maintained faint stubble of beard, which enhanced his sexuality. From day one, I noticed him eying me. However, there were no obvious overtures. He never made a direct pass at me. I always felt that whenever he had an opportunity to be close to me, he stole glances to survey me from top to toe. His looks were so subtle that no one noticed them. However, a woman's eye catches a man's flirting glances, when he tries to send subtle messages through eye to eye contact.

I was excited at his glances and very much wanted to reciprocate his glances with equally subtle eye to eye contact. I had tremors running down my body when he looked me up with his lusty glances.

There were several occasions, when Ted and I had an opportunity to be briefly close together. I cannot forget the first body to body contact with him in the office elevator.

That morning, Ted was already in the elevator, when I entered it. I said "Hello" and smiled at him. He smiled back and looked at me again with that clumsy momentary stare and said "Hi" rather awkwardly. Only two of us were using the elevator. Suddenly the elevator stopped, moments after it started, with a big thud. The lights in the elevator went off. There was a sudden power breakdown. It was pitch dark inside.

From childhood, I was suffering from phobia of darkness. I later found out that it is called "Nyctophobia" I felt traumatised if I was alone in pitch dark environment. That is why; I never allowed all the lights to be switched off, when I was alone. I avoided sleeping alone because of this reason. I usually slept initially with my mom and later with my elder sister. Even when I slept with them, I always clung tight to them if it was completely dark.

Due to the violent jerk and the complete darkness inside, I was so scared that I moved closer to Ted, compulsively wrapped my arms around him and almost screamed, "Ted, I am afraid of darkness. I am scared. Please hold me tight. Don't go away."

Ted pampered my back and taking me fully in his arms he said, "Don't worry babe. I am here with you. I am sure they will resolve the fault quickly."

To alert the maintenance staff of the power failure; Ted shifted me a little away from him and fumbled to find the alarm button. As soon as he moved a little away from me, I was scared out of my wits. I wanted to ensure that Ted did not move an inch away from me. I hurriedly tried to find Ted and kept feeling Ted with my hands all over his body to be sure that he was there and did not make any move away from me.

This was a heaven sent opportunity for Ted. He stood there letting me feel him all over. He even gently pushed my hand down between his legs. I felt his enormous cock standing erect. A tremor went through my body. His cock was bigger than any I had ever felt.

To ensure that he could not move away from me in the dark, I moved back to press my back hard into Ted. I caught his arms and made him wrap them around my waist. Ted was hard pressed against elevator wall. Due to my pressure and weight, Ted slipped and fell on the floor of the elevator, pulling me down with him. Ted sat helplessly on the floor with me lodged right and proper in his lap. Ted's hands were running all over me from behind perhaps trying to pacify me.

Out of sheer panic, I squeezed his hands hard and dug my fingers deep in his flesh. I did this in panic. However, a part of my horny mind wanted me to make him feel me just as I had felt him all over. Perhaps he caught my hint. He pulled me tightly close to him from behind. and brought his hands to grab my breasts.

He pressed my ass against his cock. His fully erect cock was poking my bums from behind. From the size of his engorged cock, I knew he was aroused. I was scared shit as well as aroused.

I felt fully comfortable, knowing well that I was having my ass jammed on his crotch with his big cock poking my ass crack and his hands grabbing my breasts holding me tight to his body. I knew that when he was in that position, he will certainly not move away. He kept saying, "Don't worry sweetheart, I am with you and won't leave you."

Ted took full advantage of the situation. He cupped my breasts hard in his palms from behind me. I was aroused from two fronts. One from his cock, which was poking my ass from behind and the other was from his hands, which were massaging my breasts. I knew his intentions clearly; however, discouraging him was far from my mind. Firstly because I was shit scared of the darkness and stoppage of lift and secondly because I was so horny myself.

I was writhing with excitement and had my pussy leaking. I was breathing hard as Ted's hands cupped and squeezed my full breasts. It was a long time since I had a man feel my breasts. I stumbled and clutched on Ted harder pretending to be frightened (which of course I was), Perhaps Ted realized my situation. He also pretended that he was clutching my breasts just to hold me close to his body to comfort me.

That day I was wearing a skirt. I felt Ted's hand sliding down pretending to comfort me, reaching and pushing away the hem of my skirt. I pretended not to notice. He gently massaged the area around my pussy first and caressed my mound over my panty without dislodging it. He kept doing this pretending that he was comforting me.

However, his thrusts from behind told me of his desperation. He was horny like hell. I could tell that from the size and hardness of his cock. I realized from the way his massive cock thrust into my ass crack that he was unable to control himself.

When finally the elevator lights came on and the elevator started climbing up, we managed to get up. I did not know if I felt sad or relieved. For almost 15 minutes, he had my breasts in his hands and his cock was embedded into my ass crack through our clothing. I could feel his cock hard and big in my bums. We tidied our clothing and got out of the lift to the understanding mischievous smile of the people waiting to get into the lift.

Ted was deeply stuck in my mind and whenever, I was alone in the night, I could not but relive our encounter in the lift. I realized that I wanted Ted's big cock in my pussy some day. I badly wanted to be fucked by Ted.

In the next few days, however, things took turn for worse. I was told by a number of persons that Ted hated working women, particularly those, who were reputed to be proficient in their jobs. I was told that he was damned arrogant and that he considered women as dumb and nothing more than fuck toys. This information shook me up completely. Ted's image in my mind took severe beating. I was good in my job and a successful team leader. I was the last person to be his fuck toy.

It was well known that he gave scant respect to women members of the staff for their professional capabilities and was quite vociferous in saying that the place for women is in the kitchen or in bed. He said women were designed to make babies and nurture them and not designed to do intellectual or physical work.

As I thought more about Ted, a kind of rebellion, if not repulsion, replaced my craving for his hard cock. A desire outgrew in me to teach this man-animal a lesson that he would not easily forget: that women were not just fuck toys. They were as intelligent and useful to the society as men, if not more.

An opportunity presented itself soon enough that brought us face to face in a verbal duo. I was having a coffee with a team mate and a friend during break, when I overhead Ted talking to some of his colleagues sitting in the next cabin.

A female colleague was telling Ted of a significant achievement of a team, where apart from a male team leader a special mention was made of a female member for making a significant contribution.

Ted got worked up and retorted rather loudly, "Nonsense, what contribution? Was it for her work or her thighs that she exposed?"

The entire room was stunned into silence. Ted was a senior member. His words carried weight. For me that was enough.

I quickly got up from my chair with both my hands resting folded on my waist with 90 degree angle and faced Ted with what must have looked like a menacing posture. I gave him a dare devil stare and asked, "Oh! So you think that she got the appreciation for showing her legs, is it? You think you are smarter than the professionals who judged her work, right?"

It was perhaps more for the abruptness and my threatening posture than my words that caught Ted completely by surprise. He looked baffled, albeit momentarily.

Ted quickly composed himself, looked at my posture appreciatively surveying me from top to bottom with that lecherous look I had received from him several times earlier and smiled. He said amusingly, "Gosh! I am sorry dear! No offense meant. Now come on, I don't blame the judges. I would have done exactly the same if I was in their place assessing a figure like yours."

There was an audible laughter in the room. Instead of Ted, it was my turn to feel flustered. I walked out of the cafe in a huff seething with rage. I barely stepped out of the cafe when Ted ran and caught my waist from behind, turned me around to face him and said, "Liz, I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, but looking at you, I just couldn't control myself. Honey, believe me. When you are angry, you look so damned hot. Gosh..! I wish I could, you know..."

Then he stopped, looked around, pushed his mouth in my ears and said in hush-hush voice in my ears, "Gosh, You look so sexily fuck-able! Honey, believe me I really want to fuck you."

That was a limit of his rudeness. Although he spoke of fucking me in my ears, I thought it was obvious to all sitting around there what he meant. I didn't know how to react to this man's strange way of apologising. Was he apologising or mocking me? Was he inviting me to fuck him? Well, he could have said it in a different way, in different circumstances and God knows, I would have accepted his offer. My mouth went dry at the very thought of getting fucked by this man. It made me weak in my legs. I felt a spurt of juice flowing out of my hungry pussy. At the same time my anger flared up inside me.

Ted saw my condition and held me tight in his arms. I didn't know if he guessed that the thought of him fucking me was making me nervous. We stood like that for a few seconds. Then in a swift motion, Ted extended his one hand to catch one of my breasts and bent his head to kiss my lips.

I was stunned at the dare devil attitude of this rudely attractive man. One part of my mind pulled my body to him, while my brain shouted at the top of its voice to get out of his clutches. I regained my composure, quickly jerked his hands away, broke free from him, and muttered in somewhat confused voice, "What are you doing? Are you mad?" and ran away from him.

My voice betrayed my nervousness rather than anger. To avoid revealing any more of my weakness and further embarrassment, I ran towards ladies washroom, so that he could not follow me. I stood facing a mirror, which depicted my miserable condition. I tried to prove him in bad light but landed up doing exactly the opposite. I decided to be stronger and show him that I was not just a cunt for anyone's pleasure. I wanted to prove to him that I knew my job and did it well. I touched up my lips and steadied myself.

However, when I came out, I staggered, when I saw that he had not gone away. He was waiting for me to come out. I shouted at him, "What do you think of yourself? You think you are Kaamdeva or Lord Venus that at your slightest desire, all the females will fall at your feet to beg you to let them spend at least one night in bed with you?"

I was amazed at Ted's reaction when he said unruffled, "No I don't want all. I only want one woman in my bed and that is you. Believe me Liz, I genuinely want to make love to you and I know that you want it too! It is a different matter that you may not like to admit it."

My anger and frustration at such a daring impertinence burst out. I said, "Ted, if ever you speak like that again, I will sue you for sexual abuse. I am controlling myself, because you are my senior colleague and I don't want to ruin your career. I hate your guts. I don't want to see you again. Mind you, this is not an empty threat."

I saw Ted standing aghast at such an aggressive reaction from me. I wondered if he had expected me to fall in his arms and say, "Ok, honey, I am game for it. Let us go. Where? Your place or mine?"

Perhaps he managed to get what he wanted with his earlier tested and tried formula with some others. Admittedly, I was not much further from saying that myself. However, ego prevailed over the craving between my hungry thighs. I believed I was not like those girls. I thought I was built differently.

He looked as if I had slapped his face in front of many people. I felt sorry for him. I immediately regretted for having used such harsh and final words. When I saw him in that condition I felt sad.

I really felt like running to him, hugging him hard and telling him, "Honey, don't make me so mad. I want to make love to you. I want so much to be fucked by you."

As I thought of that, again my knees began to buckle. I felt my pussy leaking again. Ted looked at the expressions on my face. God! Could he read my mind? He flashed his devilish smile; although I felt that at that time he was not so sure of himself. He spoke nothing as I walked out of the passage leaving Ted standing there.

I was angry with myself for reacting with so much aggression to his comments. I felt that I would have been better off paying no attention to his coaxing. Perhaps that was the way he was. After all, he was my senior colleague and a good one in his job at that. Breaking relations with him could cost me his help, which I might need occasionally. It was true that being in very similar line of functioning and working in the same department, I would have to deal with him sooner or later.

As it happened, it was sooner than later. I had to get Ted's help for a project that my team had preliminarily designed for an industrial application. It was certified with great deal of enthusiasm by the marketing department as marketable. I was given a go-ahead to develop it further for actual use and finish it for launch by the month end.

It was an ambitious software program that needed an application so as to integrate my program to the computer operating systems. I knew that Ted had tested successfully and developed such an application for exactly similar programs, which was not yet launched. If I had to work to develop the same application, it would take me days to develop it. So why re-invent the wheel?

When I approached my group head to ask Ted to help me for that application, he said politely but firmly that Ted was working on another project and was extremely busy. It is up to Ted to help me, if Ted wanted. He suggested I request Ted person to person to help me out. He could not ask Ted because of procedural constraints.

I sent an official note to Ted for his help. Ted promptly returned my note with a reply that he was busy and could not spare the time.

I knew if he wanted, he could help me out. But he didn't seem to want to. I sent him a follow up note with some highlights of my program and briefed him of its commercial potential.

He phoned me on the office intercom to say that he had looked at the highlights cursorily. He told me that if he had time, he would have worked on it. However, he said he had no time. I knew he could give some time if he wanted to. But arrogant that he was; he wouldn't come down his ivory tower. Perhaps he was giving me back for what I had done to him.