thanks to Kenji sato for his lightning speed editing
Kayal could see that her husband Anand was excited through the moon. His boss is arriving in India, and he had arranged a small party at a five-star hotel.
Anand's boss was a big taskmaster; he would push his employees to work like slaves. No one had lasted more than a year under him, but Anand was a pushover, a workaholic; he never asked for time off, even on weekends or holidays.
Kayal used to curse the boss every day and night because he had called Anand on their wedding day, and blasted him for not sending a report. Anand panicked, got into an accident and he was rendered medically unable to have sex for a year. Kayal was so angry, she wanted to strangle him!
But then, the boss called him urgently to Dubai. It was at that time that Kayal started getting friendly with the milkman, Selvam. It ended up with her having sex for the first time with him when Anand was away.
That was when the affair started, and she had sex with his friends and even a beggar. But she didn't have any regrets, she enjoyed her new life. In fact, she was unsure if Anand could match her libido and thirst for sex. She sometimes told herself she would be a happier person without him around.
These days, she was unsure if she was still angry with the boss, or was secretly thankful to him for opening up her inner slut.
The day of the party had finally arrived. Anand came home to pick up his wife. Kayal dressed herself in a semi-transparent designer saree and low-cut blouse, showing off her cleavage; her belly button was exposed, and her waist was slim.
Anand was stupefied. If only his penis could respond, he would have sex immediately, but he had to wait for six more months.
The party was grand. The hotel was top notch, they served exotic dishes from all around the world, the bar was fully stocked, and people drank freely.
There were fifty people who came. Kayal was getting introduced to them. As the party progressed, she saw a large man who was about six-feet-six-inches tall, who was an Arab, but had features like a southern European.
"Hello, I'm Hashim Al Ghalili," he introduced himself and kissed her hard.
Kayal was stunned by the kiss on her hand. She blushed. "I'm Kayal."
"I heard about your husband and I'm happy for him. He has done a fantastic job for me, and I have never seen an Indian do it. Your countrymen are not known for being very hard working. It's an honour to meet him," he said.
"Thank you."
Anand joined them, and thanked Hashim for the praise. Hashim praised him some more and went back to his group. Anand and Kayal mingled with other people.
Hashim's eyes were glued to her all the time. He later spotted her alone, and came to her with a glass of margarita. "I see you are enjoying yourself."
"Yes, it's the first time I am attending a party like this. Thanks for inviting me."
"Oh, no problem. Your husband deserves this after the job he has done. Here," he handed the glass, and said, "Cheers for Anand."
"I don't drink," she said.
"Why not? Have a taste, and decide for yourself. It's a margarita."
Kayal had a sip. Then another one. She loved it.
Hashim saw her and smiled. He knew he had won over her. He asked her to sit and talk with him.
"How long have you been married?"
"We've been married for six months."
"Wow, young couple. How come he still puts in those long hours with you around?"
Kayal didn't want to talk about her husband's issue, so she kept quiet.
Hashim knew that he couldn't be with her without arousing suspicion. So, he started moving around to entertain other guests.
A waiter came to Kayal, and gave her another margarita, courtesy of Hashim. Soon, over the next two hours, she had downed another two and was feeling tipsy.
The guests were slowly leaving, but she saw Anand and Hashim talk in an animated manner.
Anand came to her, and said sheepishly, "Looks like the Tokyo client wants the new proposal by tonight. I need to leave for the office right away."
Kayal felt a bit disappointed.
"But, Hashim promised me he'd take you home himself," he continued.
She didn't say anything and nodded. She felt something was up, but she was slightly tipsy and a bit attracted to the Arabian horse, so she wanted to see how this night ended.
After Anand left, Hashim announced that the party was over. They packed everything and went out.
Hashim turned towards Kayal, and asked, "So, do you have somewhere else to go? You seem tired and I want to show you my room."
Kayal looked at him with lustful eyes, "But my husband said you will take me home," she teased.
"Yes, I promised him, but I didn't tell him when. You look drunk; shall we go to our room for a time?"
