Shehla’s Story

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Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded in italics followed immediately with an English translation. Those familiar with Hindi may find it rewarding to read the original. Others can skip those parts.

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Please read Shehla's Story Chs. 00 to 05 to better appreciate this part. A summary is given below:

Ch. 00 - 05 Summary:

Shehla is a tall, slim, reasonably well endowed, fresh faced and pleasantly attractive married young woman (around 30). She generally dresses in salwar suits and her clothes are smart but conservatively cut. She works as junior executive with Trident Corp., a large MNC.

Shehla and her hubby suffer a forced separation when he is transferred to the Gulf and thereafter gets trapped there, and is unable to return. She misses her hubby and, in his absence, desperately longs for male companionship to meet her emotional and sexual needs.

Quite fortuitously she meets Kapil, husband of her colleague and good friend Kalpana. They get on like a house on fire. Their powerful, irresistible mutual attraction drives them to repeatedly do it bareback, throwing caution to the winds. Subsequently, Shehla spends a fortnight anxiously waiting for her period to start, worried that she might be pregnant. She also suffers frequent bouts of horniness during this time. She confides in Kapil and they meet again to assuage her anxiety. When they meet, they cannot resist the temptation to do it again (bareback, of course!).

At last, her period starts. An overjoyed Shehla and Kapil celebrate the occasion in style! Not wanting to take any more risks, Shehla decides to get herself fitted with an IUD. She insists on Kapil accompanying her to the gynaecologist. A queasy Kapil reluctantly agrees. Shehla finally gets the IUD fitted.

They meet again one evening, about ten days later, in Kapil's office, where they get on with it in their usual impatient, energetic style, unconstrained by worries about pregnancy. The very next day Kapil bags his first large order. He happily acknowledges that Shehla has proven to be a lucky mascot for his business!

One day, Shyam Belekar, the big boss of Trident Corp. calls for a review meeting of their newly launched marketing project. Kalpana and Shehla are both called for the meeting, to present their reports. He releases Shehla after her presentation while Kalpana stays back. Kalpana and "Sir" continue their tête-à-tête in their own inimitable style... Kapil calls Shehla just as she is leaving for home. She eagerly accepts his invitation to come to his office. They too get on with it as usual: impatiently and energetically ...

***

"Hi Shehla, how are you?" Shehla was on her way to office when Kapil called.

"Hello Jiju, what's up?"

"Well, someone is getting up, now that you ask!"

"Oh, really! Why is that?"

"The sound of your voice has that effect, you know!"

"Ohhh... Poor thing! You want me to put him back to sleep?"

"Only after you've taken him out to play!"

"Say when!" Shehla's voice suddenly turned husky.

"How about now?" Kapil teased.

"Oh Jiju, you know I'd love to. But I am on my way to office and I can't just not show up, you know? I don't own the business; unlike some people I know!"

"OK, OK. Just joking! But I need your help on something."

"Sure, what's it?"

"I'll tell you when we meet. How about 4 o'clock today afternoon? I'll give you coffee." He named a coffee shop not far from Shehla's office.

"You again want me to leave office early? Jiju, at this rate I am soon going to lose my job. Anyways, I'll try to be there..." She was of course exaggerating. She knew that her boss was happy with her work and didn't mind if she left early once in a while...

"Try hard!"

"But Jiju, I have to be home by half past seven, tops. I am expecting guests."

"OK. We'll try to wrap it up fast." Kapil called off, chuckling.

***

"So, you want to buy a couch for your office and you need my help to pick one?" Shehla queried as they sipped coffee.

"Yeah."

"But why me?"

"Oh... Women are better at these things, you know. The feminine touch, and so forth."

"Oh, alright!"

Shehla sat close to Kapil, a hand casually placed on his knee as they took a taxi to an upscale furniture mall in central Mumbai. As their affair had blossomed, she had lost her inhibitions about being seen together with him. She in fact felt an odd thrill when strangers did a quick double take as they sometimes stood close or touched each other, making no secret of their intimacy...

The shop attendant took them up to the mezzanine floor. It was a huge, brightly lit hall, and was strewn with a wide selection of furniture, for homes as well as offices. There were no other customers around, at that hour. They chatted about the size of the couch. Kapil wanted a three-seater but Shehla pointed out that it would be a very tight fit in his cramped office, even after getting rid of a few visitor's chairs. Kapil was reluctant to consider a two-seater; he was keen on a couch on which they could lie down comfortably. He imagined doing it on the two-seater couch, her one leg hanging over the back rest and the other foot resting on the floor. Well, it would still be better than doing it on top of his desk, for sure; he thought. But he could also see Shehla's point. He allowed himself to be persuaded...

The shop attendant hovered in the background while they moved around, looking at different pieces, deeply engrossed in talking to each other. Finally, Kapil dismissed him, after telling him that he would call him once they had settled on something they liked.

Just naturally, Shehla linked her arm with Kapil's as they wandered around in the large hall, close to each other. Shehla's eyes lit up when finally, off in one corner they spotted several two-seater couches. They checked them out one by one, sitting, bouncing up and down, and so on. They finally zeroed in on a couch that had wide, low comfortably padded arm rests. The seat was wide and relatively firm. The back rest provided just the right support to the shoulders.

"This piece looks good. Let's check it out." Kapil made Shehla sit on it while he fussed around her, making her lean back with hands stretched along the back rest. He went behind the couch and stood close to her.

"Is it comfortable?" He asked solicitously, trying to peep down her kameez, a little disappointed to see her dupatta securely covering anything of interest.

"H'm!" She sensed his body heat as he stood behind her. She leaned her head back a bit more and brushed it against him, nudging the lump at his crotch.

"Nice!" He whispered, discreetly thrusting his hips against her head.

"Why don't you lie down on it? Check how comfortable it is." He suggested.

"Why? Are you planning to take naps in office?" She arched a naughty eyebrow.

"Of course not! But maybe some lady visitors might want to relax on it."

"Oh, really! Do you get a lot of them?"

"A few."

"A FEW!?? Who are they? How come you've not told me about them?" Shehla looked daggers at him.

"Well, not a few... Just one, actually." Kapil chuckled.

"H'm! Who is she? Do I know her?"

"You tell me!" Kapil responded. Shehla purred...

Shehla lay down on the couch on her side and patted the empty space beside her. It was just wide enough for both of them to lie down on their sides, although it was a tight fit.

Suddenly there was a loud noise and the entire mezzanine floor was plunged into darkness. A circuit breaker had tripped. A couple of small emergency lights came on and their eyes soon got used to the low illumination. The shop attendant called from downstairs, apologising and assuring them that the lights would soon come on again. Kapil told him not to worry.

"I think this is a god-sent opportunity!" Kapil whispered.

"For what?"

"For this!" Kapil lowered his zipper and thrust out his hips.

"No! We shouldn't!"

"Oh, come on. Just lick my knob, please!" Kapil pleaded. Shehla felt a thrill of arousal course through her. She wasn't one to deny her lover's wish. Besides, the idea appealed to the latent exhibitionist hidden inside her.

"OK! But don't force me." Shehla relented after a show of reluctance.

She sat up on the couch and fished Kapil's cock out of his fly as he stood facing her. She had an enduring fascination for his un-cut cock. She played with his foreskin, pushing it back and forth, soon exposing his crown. She landed little kisses on his cockhead, while Kapil stared out towards the staircase, looking out for anyone coming into the mezzanine floor. His half hard cock soon became fully erect and started drooling precum.

"Unhh...!" Kapil responded to her ministrations and his hips reflexively thrust forward.

"Hold still. Control yourself!" She admonished, giggling at his strained expression. She continued to play with his foreskin, delicately swiping his shining cockhead with her tongue and swallowing his precum, enjoying its taste and scent. Kapil was transported to the seventh heaven as he enjoyed the sight of his sexy

Saali

's lips wrapped around his cock and the sensation of Shehla's hot tongue against his sensitive crown. He barely resisted an impulse to hold her head and thrust his cock down her throat.

The lights suddenly came on again and the lovers quickly sprang apart. Kapil tucked his cock back in and zipped up his fly, while Shehla licked the moisture off her lips and patted them dry with a tissue. Her sultry expression testified to her own arousal...

The shop attendant was back with them shortly and they told him that they liked the couch. Shehla however didn't want the fabric upholstery. It would soon get stained by liquids spilling on it, she pointed out. The shop attendant suggested a classy leather upholstery, specially treated to resist staining.

"Madam, it is guaranteed not to get stained and to retain its looks for five years. Plus, we can offer an extended service and warranty period of another three years for a small additional fee!" The shop attendant said.

"I think that should be long enough for the kids to grow out of their spilling years, don't you think?" Kapil cocked an enquiring eyebrow at Shehla.

"Yes. But when will Daddy outgrow

his

spilling years?" Shehla whispered, elbowing him in the ribs.

"Ouch!" Kapil grunted.

The shop attendant promised to have the couch with leather upholstery delivered in four days, on a Saturday. Kapil and Shehla were soon out of the furniture mall.

"Let's go to my office!" Kapil said.

"I am sorry, Jiju. I can't. Look what time it is. I told you I have to be home by seven thirty at the latest."

"Oh c'mon, we have enough time for a quickie!" Kapil pleaded.

Shehla was tempted but held firm. They finally decided to meet at Kapil's office on Saturday, in time to receive the couch.

***

For a change, Shehla wore a western style outfit that Saturday. It consisted of a crisply ironed white linen shirt tucked into a dark, mid-calf length pencil skirt, with a slit running up to mid-thigh. The shirt had a collar like men's shirts and the buttons ran down to the tails. Two pockets stitched on to the shirt drew attention to her modestly sized bust, without actually revealing anything. She had left the top two buttons open and rolled the full sleeves up to her elbows.

Although the fabric of the shirt was fairly thick, the shadowy outline of her red bra could still be discerned through it. While traveling, she had wrapped a shawl around her shoulders, to preserve her modesty; she'd taken it off upon entering Jiju's office. She wore skin coloured, knee length stockings and flat, comfortable leather sandals. The outfit was smart and understated. It showed off her slim yet mature figure to best advantage.

Her hair was done up in a chignon. She hadn't worn a headscarf, another departure from her usual style. As usual, she had worn minimal makeup, highlighting her regular features. A light floral perfume completed her ensemble. Altogether, she presented the picture of an attractive, mature, healthy, professional woman in the prime of her youth.

Kapil welcomed her into his office as soon as she knocked at the door around 10 AM. She was greeted by an aroma of hot coffee and croissants that Kapil had picked up on his way. The office was pleasantly cool and comfortable, thanks to the efforts of the air-conditioner.

"Hi Jiju! When is the couch to going to be delivered? I see you've been working for a while." She said, glancing at his open laptop.

"Oh, it should be here anytime now. You are looking delicious, as usual. What's with the skirt and blouse outfit?" Kapil took in her appearance, scanning her from top to bottom. Shehla blushed at the compliment. He appreciatively sniffed the scent of her light floral perfume. His sensitive nose picked up another intriguing, underlying scent but couldn't quite place it. Nevertheless, his breath quickened and his cock lurched into wakefulness...

"Well, I do own some western style outfits too, you know?" She then did a slow pirouette.

"Wow! You look even sexier in this outfit. It suits your frame and your personality."

"Thank you!" She gave him a dimpled smile.

"Didn't you tell me once that you wore pinafores to school?"

"Yes!"

"I'd love to see you in your school uniform. I'm sure you'll look even sexier!"

"You're such a dirty old man!" She tossed her head in a show of mock anger. She knew her mother had preserved her old school uniform somewhere. She was reasonably sure it would still fit her. She decided to give her Jiju a sexy surprise one of these days...

The shop attendant called Kapil to tell him that the couch was on its way and would arrive in a half hour. Shehla and Kapil utilised the time sipping coffee, feeding croissants to each other and kissing, slowly awakening each other's arousal.

The couch soon arrived and the workmen manhandled it in position after moving a couple of chairs out. They ripped off the protective wrapping and then spritzed liquid polish, buffing the leather upholstery till it shone with a dull gleam, leaving the resinous scent of leather polish lingering in the air. They also brought a couple of brightly coloured cushions, an unexpected gift thrown in by the showroom. They disappeared after cleaning up the place and collecting a handsome tip from Kapil.

"Aaah! At last!" Kapil bounced on to the couch, patting the empty seat by his side. Shehla slid on to the seat next to him. She twisted her torso to press her bosom on his chest.

"Mmmuahhh..." He pulled her close, hugged her tight and planted a long kiss on her mouth.

"Mmmm... mmm..." She struggled to free herself as she ran out of breath and finally succeeded, pulling back and peering deeply into his eyes.

"Do you want to smother me?" She whispered, panting. Her voice was thick and eyes smouldered with arousal. She kicked off her sandals and planted herself sideways on his lap.

"Ouch!" She screamed as Kapil pulled her lower lip between his teeth and nipped it. Both of them were now breathless. With trembling fingers, Kapil undid the buttons of her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders, uncovering her fair, creamy shoulders and upper chest.

"Finally, you've learned not to wear a slip!" He whispered, caressing her silken skin. He bent and licked along her collar bone and she shuddered deliciously in response. He stroked her bra clad breasts, then reached behind her and adroitly unclasped her bra.

"Ohh... Jiju. Hold them hard...!" She whispered as his hand moved under the loosened bra and fondled her tits. He obliged, gathering a nice handful of tit flesh and squeezing hard, while his other hand caressed the smooth skin of her back. He continued to roll and pinch her stiff nipples as she moaned throatily. Her breasts turned pink and grew visibly bigger as blood rushed into them in response to his caresses...

She got off his lap and turned to face him, her knees resting on the couch, straddling his thighs. The pencil skirt stretched tight and she shimmied it up above her knees, to let her do that. She held his head and kissed him on his lips. He opened his mouth to let her explore it with her tongue. They spent long minutes kissing, sucking, licking up each other's saliva ...

Shehla kissed his cheeks, eyelids, forehead and nipped his jutting chin, then moved down to plant little kisses on his throat, till her path was blocked by his T shirt. He raised his hands and let her pull it off, revealing his toned, brown, almost hairless upper body. She continued kissing her way down, pausing to lick his nipples. To reach lower, she had to get up and kneel on the floor, between his legs. Soon, she had kissed her way down his belly and reached his belt line.

"Yess!!" He whispered, encouraging her as she undid his belt, opened his jeans and unzipped his fly. He raised his hips off the couch to let her slide his jeans down his legs. She loosened his shoelaces, pulled his shoes off and finally threw his jeans aside. Kapil was now clad only in his boxer briefs. She eyed his muscular thighs and legs appreciatively, then kneeled between them. She quickly zeroed in on the bulge hidden inside his briefs and saw a wet spot where his precum had oozed out.

"Mmmm..." She vocalised as she slowly rubbed her cheek over his briefs along the length of his swollen cock. Her tongue darted out and licked the wet spot and Kapil jerked his hips in response. She started kissing his cock over his briefs, lightly at first and then harder as her passion built up. The wet spot soon became a big wet patch and she opened her mouth wide to try to take in his crown, still hidden under his briefs. Kapil couldn't help but hold her head and hump his hips against her face. He quickly realized that he would soon ejaculate in his briefs if they continued this way.

"Ruk jao, Shehla!"

"Shehla wait!" He pushed her back. They stared at each other, panting hard and waited for their heated arousal to subside a bit, while he undid her chignon and ran his fingers through her hair. He slapped her hand away as she tried to rest it on his crotch.

He then got up and pulled her up to stand before him, still staring into her eyes. He lowered the zipper on her pencil skirt and the garment soon lay pooled at her feet. She was now clad in her open shirt, loosened bra and snug fitting, conservatively cut cotton briefs. Her breasts peeped out of the shirt and a wet spot was visible on her briefs, testifying to her high arousal. He bent forward and breathed in the musky scent emanating from her pussy, before pulling down her briefs. He savoured the sight of her plump, hairless pudendum, a little trickle of clear fluid oozing down her inner thigh.

Soon, Shehla was lying on the couch, her head and shoulders supported on the hand rest, while Kapil towered over her, quickly lowering his boxers. She stared at his hard, throbbing cock as it popped out of his briefs. He impatiently threw Shehla's left leg over the back-rest and positioned the other foot on the floor. He slid a cushion under her ass. Her pussy was now splayed wide open. He knelt on the couch between her legs and ran a finger on her slit, collecting her slippery girl-juice and smearing it on his cock till it gleamed with lubrication.

"Yeh lo!"

"Take this!" He whispered with an evil glint in his eyes as he positioned his mushroom head against her opening and thrust in.

"Uhh..." Shehla moaned as his swollen cock rudely pushed aside her pussy walls and made its way in. She jerked her hips up in response as he fully embedded his cock inside her, in a couple of thrusts. He started energetically assaulting her pussy with his blunt weapon, in his usual impatient style.