Author's note. This part is a bit heavy on sex and depictions are pretty graphic. You should look elsewhere if you want a slow build up to the point where the people actually have sex. All characters are above eighteen years of age.
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When I returned from the US I realized that life in the corporate world was not the one for me. With a heavy heart and a lot of hesitation, I went into business with my father. Along the way I got married, one of those marriages that was more about bringing businesses together rather than families. My wife and I fulfilled our obligations by producing two boys in double-quick time. I settled the southern metropolis of Chennai.
Arun, meanwhile, moved to Delhi and joined his uncle's hardware business. Needless to say we grew apart as time went by. We did wish each other on our birthdays and kept abreast of the happenings in our lives as much as we could. But our calls and email exchanges became very sporadic at best and then we eventually stopped communicating.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, about twenty years went by. We were in the middle of the social networking era when our families reconnected, thanks to our wives. One day I returned from one of my clients to find my wife beaming with expectation.
"Guess who is here!" she said as she opened the door,
I was in no mood, so I said, "I give up"
But I looked up and there was a familiar looking man sitting in my living room. It took me just a couple of seconds to realize who it was.
"Arun! Man, what the hell are you doing here? How are you?! You should have told me..."
We hugged and laughed and talked over each other in our excitement. Then I realized there was someone else with him.
"Hello," I said to the young girl, who was sitting and watching us with some amusement. I felt like someone had punched me softly in my stomach. I was looking at a splitting image of Madhu, Arun's wife! In an instant, I was transported back to my days in Bangalore. The young girl looked so much like Madhu. My Madhu. The face, the hair, the body ...
"Dey, Ramu, this is my daughter Shilpa. We came here for her summer project." And then turning to her, he said, "Shilpu, this is Ramu uncle. Mummy and I have ..."
Shilpa beamed and flashed a beautiful smile. "Yes, dad. I know! Ramu uncle, it seems like I have known you all my life. Mum and Dad keep talking about you all the time!"
We all sat down to chat. Arun had put on a lot of weight. I guessed he must have continued his drinking and smoking habits and had not paid much attention to his body. He was a very successful businessman, though, so what would I know. He was my friend and I did not want to judge him.
Turned out that they were here to see if they could get a project for Shilpa for the summer as she was in between her first and second year of college. Unknown to me, my wife had come to know about this trip and had planned to have them stay overnight at my house. It was a pleasant surprise!
I could not help noticing how young, innocent, beautiful, and I dare say sexy, Shilpa was. She looked to be a very healthy and confident girl. The way she spoke, her actions, her smile, laugh and exclamations - all brought back memories of Madhu to me.
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I looked down from my room and saw Madhu chatting with her grandma. They were getting ready to go out shopping this morning. Madhu had a great ass. She was wearing light colored pants, and not her usual salwar-kameez. Her pants stretched across her ass and even from where I was, her panty line was clearly visible. Her full back panty bit into her ass cheeks and the edges of her panty were outlined. Wait! It was one of the panties I had given her last week! She had started wearing them! I felt my cock rising in my shorts. I wanted to walk downstairs to her and cup her ass cheeks and feel her tight flesh and her panties. She bent down to tie her shoelaces and her shirt rolled up her back and her pant down her waist and a good portion of the striped black panties came into view. The panty fetishist that I was, I enjoyed this glorious view to the fullest. But for now, I burned the image of her ass, her panties, her thick thighs in my mind. I took out my turgid cock from my shorts and stroked it. If I was lucky, I would get the chance to meet her the next day in our usual place at the terrace.
The next day I saw Madhu at the gate talking to a fruit seller. Arun was out and I knew this was a good time. I rushed up to the terrace, fully excited and waited till Madhu turned and noticed me. I did not have to wait long. She too came up the stairs huffing and puffing, and whispered, "Hi Ramu!"
I pulled her to me, and we kissed. Just like our first time last week, electricity coursed through our bodies. She opened her mouth instantly and I sucked her tongue, and she, mine. Suddenly, both of us became aware of my cock growing thick, pressed between our bodies.
"Ramu!" she exclaimed as she pulled away.
I knew what I had to do. In one quick move, I pulled down my shorts and underwear, and my erect, veiny cock jerked up from my loins and stood thick, proud, smelly between us.
Madhu gawked at it, open-mouthed. "Wha.. no. aiyoo what are you doing? No.. I am. Imust go..." But I blocked her path.
"Madhu, come on. Touch it. I know you want to. Come on.. It won't."
'No..no I cannot. What will.."
I just waited. But I needn't have worried. Madhu put out her hand and gingerly touched the underside of my cock. Then she wrapped her fingers around it. Her fingers were cold on my warm cock. Still staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed, she started stroking my dick. Her first time touching and fisting a cock.
But just as she started, she stopped. "Aiyoh, enough. Put it away. I must go..."
"Wait! Let me finish.. Come on,, two minutes!" I pleaded.
"No. Let me go! And she wrenched herself free.
"Wait, take this," I said and handed her a small packet.
She did not wait to ask what it was. She just grabbed it and rushed past and left me standing with my hard dick in my hand.
The packet I gave her contained an illustrated book of sex positions and video CD.
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I found myself staring and gawking at and ogling Shilpa. My wife and Arun were chatting but I was not paying much attention as my eyes and senses were riveted on the sexy young being in the room. She wore a tight salwar-kameez that clung to her body and accentuated her curves. Her bra outlined her boobs clearly. You'd have been blind to not see how her narrow waist flowed easily down to her wide hips and thick thighs. Every man and every woman who passed her in the street would have noticed her sexy and alluring form. So why not me? She was right there in front of me!
My eyes followed her as she rose and walked around the room, looking at things. She was definitely a sportswoman. Her arms were toned and her face had the sharp and firm texture of someone who worked out regularly. Her tits were small, but firm under her dress. They hardly shook and held firm as she moved around. Her bra held them tight to her chest. Needless to say, just seeing her that way aroused me.
I must confess that I was not a faithful husband. I tried being monogamous for about a couple of years after marriage. But as the excitement of being married wore off, and the duties and responsibilities of having a family increased, I found it more and more easy to seek pleasure and satisfy my lust outside of marriage. I had many liaisons, but no serious affairs. All along I kept up my panty fetish, adding to my collection as time progressed. I took along a few favorites on my business trips and enjoyed multiple masturbatory sessions.
She must have sensed my interest in her, as once or twice she turned around to look at me but I was quick to look the other way. Once she walked to the kitchen to get something to drink and as she came out I instinctively looked up at her face, and surprisingly, her eyes sought mine out just as immediately. Our eyes locked for an instant before she abruptly looked away.
"When was the last time I fucked someone other than my wife" I asked myself. "Come to think of it, when was the last time I fucked? "
Business was taking more and more of my time and recently, and I realized it was about three or four months since my wife and I had sex. Her sex drive had decreased and she was now paying more attention to social events that to those at home. I masturbated regularly. It had been a while since I had laid a pretty, young thing as Shilpa.
What the fuck! She is just as young as your son," a voice whispered in my ear. "So what!" another voice responded. "She is a young, healthy, sexy girl, no close relation to you. What is wrong about fantasizing about her? Or fucking her?"
I faked interest in the conversation, but raked my eyes up and down Shilpa's body. Multiple times, from various positions and locations in the room. Man! I know what I would be doing tonight, I said to myself. I was looking at Shilpa, moving my eyes up her shapely legs to her thick thighs, to the area where her thighs met, fantasizing about the kind of panties she'd be wearing. I fervently hoped she'd be using white cotton fullback panties. I was imagining the gusset of her panties pressed against her hairy mound. I was getting aroused and my cock thickened inside my pants. I suddenly got the sense that she was looking at me! I quickly raised my eyes to hers, and yes, she was looking straight at me! I was caught! I immediately averted my eyes and joined the conversation. I was filled with guilt.
A fifty something man, a lecher, ogling and voyering a girl young enough to be his daughter, fantasizing about her underwear, about fucking her! She knew I was looking at her. She was old enough to understand the effect she had on men. She knew what I was imagining, for sure! What would she think? Would she tell her dad, my best friend from my childhood?
I couldn't meet her eyes though I knew she was looking at me. We took a break and my wife went to prepare dinner and I showed Arun and Shilpa around our house, but I couldn't get myself to address her directly. I answered all her questions without making eye contact. I was damn certain she wanted me to look at her. I had the sense that she was willing me to look at her. And the only way I could know for sure if she was not offended by my lechery was to see it in her eyes.