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?"
Kayal felt butterflies in her stomach. She knew she would end up sleeping with Hashim, but was willing to take the risk.
They went to their room. Hashim poured champagne and told Kayal to drink it down. She did so and found herself getting tipsy. He put her on the bed and pulled her towards him.
"Please," she said, "I can't hurt my husband," hoping to show at least some resistance, instead of being a meek slut who was just out for anyone to use.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, dear," he said, "just like your other affairs."
Kayal was horrified at the mention of other affairs. How did this guy, whom she met an hour ago, guess that this meek housewife was actually a slut?
Hashim looked at her face, and explained, "Do you know that I'm the youngest director of my company? And how was I able to do that? Because I can read people like a book. You and Anand look perfect to everyone, as you both are good looking and well behaved.
"But in reality, Anand is a doormat. He takes on extra work because he is afraid of what others think of him. He cannot take charge. Therefore, I think he would be the same in bed, too. I bet he has never even asked for a blowjob from you, even though he wants it badly." Hashim said.
"And you, you try to put up a very pious mask, but deep beneath, you want to be treated like a two-dollar whore. You get attracted to men who show some authority over you. Force you to do things, which you find taboo. Slap you, insult you. You feel your body is meant for others' enjoyment.
"Don't you?"
Kayal was feeling weak. Her whole mind and body were in the hands of this man. And worst of all, he knew her secret desires better than she did herself.
"And what do you think we are doing?" He laughed and his fingers found the buttons of her blouse and undid the top one. "Tell me, Kayal," he said, while undoing another button. "How many times have you cheated on your husband? Hm?"
Kayal's eyes betrayed her, as she looked away. Damn him! He saw right through her. Her guilt must have been evident in her reaction because he smiled and nodded as he reached for a lower button.
"I thought so. I could tell by the way you carried yourself at the party."
Looking down, Kayal could see her bra exposed, as he reached for yet another button. When all the buttons on her blouse had been undone, Hashim pulled her blouse aside.
"We are going to have fun exploring that hidden side of you, Kayal," he said, as his hand cupped and groped her breast over the bra.
Kayal gasped, feeling him maul her tits one by one.
"They are nice and firm and nice nipples, too. I love that rosy colour and how hard they are."
With her nearly half-naked for him, Kayla stood, as he grasped and groped her tits one minute, then fondled them gently the next. His eyes feasted on the breasts. Without warning, Hashim lowered his mouth and sucked on her left nipple.
She gasped at the sensation as her body responded to his touch, but it was more than their physical contact that had her wet and willing.
