Author's Note: First of all, to all the readers who waited long and faithfully for this chapter, my sincere apologies and thanks. Your faith in me and the feedback you provided have brought this chapter to you, and I assure you there will be more to follow. To make up for the delay, this chapter is marginally longer than the previous ones, so hope you enjoy it. Thanks for all the feedback, keep it coming!
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Anushka shook her head groggily as she woke up the next morning. Her head felt strange. She remembered bits and pieces from the night before, how lonely she'd been. Then her memory slowly cleared. Robert had been here, and she did not remember him leaving, and they had been drinking. Panic gripped her as she looked about, mercifully finding her bed empty. She stood up quickly and regretted it as her head spun, the aftereffects of too much wine still disorienting her. Her mouth was dry and tasted a little funny, probably the wine...
She slowly made her way to the bathroom and started brushing. Robert had been a gentleman last night, she knew she definitely had not made it back to the bedroom so he must have carried her. She shivered at the thought of the big hulking man carrying her to bed and smiled almost involuntarily.
Once she was freshened up, Anushka made a quick inspection of the house, making sure everything was in order and that nothing untoward had happened. Robert had obviously cleaned up last night, there was not even a sign of the wine bottle. She thanked him mentally for his thoughtfulness. A blinking light on the answering machine caught her attention, and she went over to check the message. The number flashing on the screen was her husbands, and looking down at it, she felt a wave of guilt crash down upon her.
What had she been thinking? She'd invited another man into her house when her husband was away, gotten drunk with him and then woken up in bed. She and Robert knew that nothing had happened, but this was not the kind of behavior expected from a dutiful wife. She could not believe her thoughtlessness and cursed herself, making a mental note never to let something like this happen again.
The phone rang.
Anushka rushed over and hastily picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Anushka, it's Robert, just thought I'd check on you. Is everything ok?"
"Y...Yes Robert, I'm fine, thanks. I'm very very sorry about last night, I don't know what got into me.."
He cut her off "Oh relax, it was just some nice time spent between friends, don't get all guilty about it now, I'm sure Suri will understand"
Panic gripped her again at the thought of her conservative husband finding out.
"No! No, listen Robert, please don't tell my husband about what happened. He will not understand and I don't want to hurt him needlessly. Please, let this stay between us"
Robert Stevens smiled, they already had a little secret.
"Sure sure. Whatever floats your boat. I won't tell"
"Thanks, and Robert...I'm sorry about what happened, it was wrong and it shouldn't happen again"
"Um...is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, please. Let's not talk anymore about it. Bye Robert"
The line clicked. Robert felt a little confusion, but he knew she was exactly where he wanted her. Confused and uncertain. He smiled as he played a video on his phone and watched a beautiful woman drink a glass of wine.
Surinder returned that day. And Anushka was glad to have someone for company. However the first news he delivered was not something she had been looking forward to.
"Anushka ji, the company was impressed with my presentation at the meeting. I'm getting a promotion! There's a significant raise involved, but also some frequent shuttling around Uk and even other parts of Europe" The jubilant expression on his face gave her no choice but to smile and congratulate him, while she felt her loneliness build.
They had dinner in downtown London that day, with Surinder trying his best to entertain her throughout the course of their meal with details about work. She smiled and nodded along politely, appearing to be interested.
When they finally got home that night he turned to her after closing the front door and locking it for the night.
"Anushka ji"
She turned from where she was putting away the few purchases she had made into a cupboard "Yes ji?"
In a very uncharacteristic gesture, he came closer and put a hand on her shoulder, then leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. The rare gesture of intimacy touched her, and she felt her suppressed arousal stirring. Her desires slowly awoke as Surinder moved his lips to hers, holding her body closer and caressing her as they moved to the bedroom.
Inside, he separated from her only long enough to undress efficiently, a gesture she imitated, knowing the routine from their two sessions in four months of married life, before he pressed down on her naked body. A rough kiss was all she got before he entered her.
Anushka enjoyed the sensation as much as she could. His penis was not large, she assumed from comparisons she had overheard her friends make, but it was enough to fill her tight hole. She moaned a little as he thrust down into her warm folds, grabbing a fistful of her hair and stroking it, kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts. As they got in tune with each other she started enjoying it too, her pussy felt warm and full as her husband thrust in and out with rapidly increasing urgency.
"Mmmmm, yes...." She moaned as she felt her insides tingling. Her young, warm vagina accepting the older man's cock eagerly, pleasuring it. She was just readying herself for orgasm when Surinder came, stopping her own orgasm in its tracks. He sprayed his cum into her tight pussy, as her vaginal muscles coaxed every last drop out. Without another word, Surinder withdrew his softening penis from her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight ji" was all he said before he turned over and put his pants on, drifting off to sleep soon after.
Anushka let out a soft whimper, her fingers reaching down to her wet liquid warmth and pleasuring it.. trying not to wake her husband. Her efforts were in vain, the hot sticky cum on her seemed to revile her as she thought about how she had been used by her husband just for his own pleasure. The fate of the Indian wife. She sighed and went to take a shower, trying to shake the forgettable experience.
Two days later, Surinder left for his next business trip, two weeks touring the country and visiting multiple companies. It was about half an hour after he left that Anushka got a surprise.
The doorbell rang and she found a smart young man wearing a FedEx cap standing outside when she answered it.
"Delivery for a Mrs. Sahni" he said in a chipper voice.
"Yes, I'll take that" she said with some surprise as she took a medium sized box from him and thanked him.
"Have a good day Ma'am" said the young man as he bolted down the stairs to his next destination.
Anushka felt anxious as she took the package to and set it down on the table. "To Mrs. Anushka Sahni" was printed on a pink paper in front. She was not used to receiving anything since she moved to London and her fingers trembled as she slowly opened the box.
Inside was a single white rose with a note attached to it and a box of Hersheys Finest. She could not help but smile as she picked up the note and read it, somehow knowing who it was.
"Dear Anushka,
I am terribly sorry if I offended you in some way the other night. I know you asked me not to mention it but I cannot help but feel responsible. Please accept my apology and let me know if I am forgiven when you receive this.
Robert"
She could not help the wide smile on her face as she read the letter again. He thought it was his fault and apologized, and he had remembered he favourite brand of chocolate. She felt a warm sensation in her chest as she opened the box of chocolates and popped one in her mouth.
It rained that evening, and it rained hard. Anushka sat at the window again, flinching slightly as lightning speared across the sky, and wrapped her blanket closer around her. She glanced at the phone lying on the coffee table and reached for it for the sixth time in two minutes. The longing to call Robert was eating at her, as the rain fell harder and harder. She wanted so badly to tell him that she 'forgave' him. But her earlier guilt stopped her from acting on her instinct. She should keep her distance, not get too close to another man, especially a man with perfect pecs and biceps the size of cricket balls. She shook her head again, trying to stop its flight of fancy in its tracks, when another bolt of lightning was followed by a crack of thunder. Goosebumps erupted on her fair skin and she reached for the phone.
Robert Stevens hummed along to the music playing from his stereo as his Jaguar cruised through London's streets in the pouring rain. He recalled the phone call he had received earlier. Anushka had sounded scared, obviously she was not a storm lover like him. He had pretended to be depressed that he had offended her but she had waved him off and told him that she needed some company and invited him over for some coffee if he wasn't busy. He hoped his hurried response had not given away his eagerness too much.
His white shirt was drenched and he was dripping water onto the floor by the time she opened the door to her apartment. Her hair was wet too, though the reason for that was obviously a shower, judging by the rosy colour on her cheeks and the sweet scent she gave off. Robert could feel his penis reacting to the lustful fantasies his mind conjured up at the sight of her pure beauty.
"Robert! God you're drenched, come in!" she said, moving back and allowing him to enter.
