Chapter I
Meena finished washing the dishes and started stacking them neatly. she heard her hubby Raja move about in the other room. She was worried about him. He has not been his usual cheerful self in the last few days. Some thing was nagging him but he has not talked to her yet. Normally he discussed his problems with her and so she had waited. But this time he has been worrying himself and was not confiding in her. She decided she will make him talk tonight.
The thought excited her above her concern for him. She always played with him before she made him talk and she loved playing with him. At thirty Raja is a handsome man, not very big or anything just the right height for her, about 5'8"and lean. He was strong too and she loved his touches. She looked down at herself. At 5'4" she had a shapely body that has not worn out even after the child birth. Although she is only twenty seven they had stopped with just one kid. Enough in this hard days, they had thought.
Finished with the dishes, she took off the apron and smoothered her loose shirt. She did not wear a bra under and her nipples slightly hardened at the touch of the fabric. The long skirt had lots of frills and felt comfortable. She went out to the hall and found Raja sitting on the couch watching TV. There was a frown in his face that said he was not concentrating on the TV show. Meena came and sat next to him and snuggled closer to him.
Putting her one hand on his shoulder she lifted his face with the other and looked into his eyes. Raja smiled at her and his hand went around her waist pulling her closer to him.
"Not feeling sleepy?" she asked and her hand holding his face went down to rest on his bare thigh
"No" His answer was laconic and without life. Meena rubbed his thigh and let her hand slide into his shorts.
"Got some thing on your mind, baby, why not spill it?" she said casually as her hand found his manhood. It was half hard and she was proud. It was her touch that made it grow and he is her man. He pecked on her cheeks, "Don't know where to start, honey,"
She pushed her breasts against his chest and said playfully,"Why not start here," They both laughed. Meena held his manhood in her hand gently squeezing it, feeling it grow harder in her hands. Raja pushed his hand into her shirt and cupped one of her breasts. She moaned at his touch and pressed her face to his chest, "Tell me." she whispered.
"Our regional Manager has resigned, know what that means?"
"Promotion?"
"Yes, promotion for some one, don't know who it is gonna be,"
"Why, You are the next in line and efficient enough, aren't you?"
"There are other criterion on play honey,"
"Such as?"
"Manoj is trying to step in,"
"But he is junior to you, is not he?"
"Yeah, but he is playing a different game to get the promotion,"
"What game, Baby," she was stroking him as she spoke and his hand moved from her one breast to the other, gently pinching her nipples, evoking moans from her.
"The other day he has given a private party to the Executive Director in his house,"
"So?"
"His wife Ambica is sexy honey and she likes to flirt, you know that,"
For a moment Meena was quiet. She has met Ambica several times in the company parties, but never really came to know much about her as she was always among men. She never spend much time with women in those parties. Meena tried to visualise her. At least 5'7" Ambica was tall and slim. she had a figure that made men stare at her and she dressed seductively. The men need not make any guesses about her. They could see half her breasts as they stood out and her long shapely legs and flat stomach are always on exhibition, not openly but very discreetly yet so provocatively.
"You mean The ED is that kind of a man,"
"You have met him, what you think?"
Meena thought back. The guy was in his mid forties but looked younger. He would always give a gentle knowing squeeze to her hand as he shook her hands and she has always spotted his eyes openly stare at her breasts, deliberately moving down to stop between her legs.
"Yeah, I guess he is that kind of a man," she agreed.
"You think she might have hooked him on that private party?"
"I don't think, honey, I know she had him where she wanted and he is hooked alright,"
"So no promotion for you?"
"No, honey, not unless.....," He stopped there and looked away.
She felt his hands squeeze her breasts hard and felt his hardness throb in her hand and knew he wanted to be inside her. She took her hand away and pulled herself off of him.
"Let us get into the bed," She took him by his hand and led him to the bedroom. Once inside she stopped to close the door and switched on the soft red bedroom light. Without looking at him, she took her shirt off and then let her skirt fall to the floor. Stepping out she looked at him. He had his shorts off and stood naked, gaping at her. She saw the admiration in his eyes and looked down at his hardness that stood rock hard pointing at her.
They never were for formalities and she often got into bed naked where he waited for her naked too. They both liked to see the other naked and loved what they saw. She walked into his waiting arms and he lifted her like a child, kissing her neck softly as he laid her on the bed and climbed on top. She had her legs spread wide as he came on top and took his hardness in her hands and guided it slowly into her wet opening. He stayed immobile as his tip touched the entrance and looked her in her eye, smiling. She closed her eyes and he thrust his hardness hard into her. She cried out softly at his thrust and wrapped her legs around his waist pinning him, her hands pulling him down on her.
They stayed like that a while savouring the feel of each other, saying nothing doing nothing. As her legs relaxed around his waist he pulled himself half out and then thrust hard again, his hands moving under her to hold her. She lifted her ass to take his hard thrust and then the rhythm began. He would pull half out and then thrust hard and she would respond lifting her ass to take him deep inside her. As the tempo increased she moaned and cried. He took one of her nipples in his mouth as he pumped into her and she went over the edge, her juices flooding. He did not stop, he kept pumping hard as she writhed under him softly screaming in delight.
He loved her voice then, it was so sensual and arousing. As he felt himself ready to go over board, he stopped his thrusts and careful not to put his weight on her stayed still, there skins touching. Both were gasping for breathe and did not speak for a while. When their breathing returned to normal, she began to push upwards wanting him to pump her again. He cupped both her breasts and squeezed hard making her squeal in pain and then began to pump hard once more, this time pulling himself almost out before thrusting again. She responded, moaning and once more they lost themselves in the rhythm of their love making, He was also groaning and their combined sounds drowned the plop, plop sound of him thrusting into her juicy tunnel.
As he had withheld himself he was now more sure of himself not letting loose too soon and continued his pumping, stopping once in a while to kiss her and fondle her breasts and cares her armpits. Soon she was soaring once again and began to buck under him. He held her fast as he thrust hard and let her go over the edge two more times before he let his own juices shoot into her, filling her to the brim. Her inner walls constricted as he shot, sucking all his juices into her. Finally his thrusting lost speed and he slowed down to a stop and lay panting for breathe. When he became limp and it slide out of her, he rolled to lay beside her pulling her closer to him.
They lay there quietly for a while and then she said, "You did not finish what you started telling me, love,"
"You were saying, not unless.......," she prompted him where he left off.
He kissed her hair before replying for he loved the way she had remembered what he was saying after all the love making.
"You know honey, the final decision will be made by the Vice President. The ED can only give his three choices in the order of his favourite first, but it is the VP, Deepak Mehta who will make the final choosing,"
"You want me to handle him?" she was matter of fact.
"I am not sure he is that kind, honey even if you are willing,"
"You know I will do anything for you, just as you will for me,"
"I know honey, but it is his wife who has to be handled not him,"
"You mean you may have to sleep with her to convince her?"
"Oh, no, love, it is not that way at all,"
'Then?"
"But first tell me what you think about her,"
"What do I think about her? Well, for one thing she has always been very friendly with me, often saying sweet things about my looks without others hearing her say it,"
"You know, Raja, I used to be embarrassed by her comments on my looks, you know that kind of comments"
"No, honey, I do not know what kind of comments,"
"Oh, it is about how attractive I am and how full and seductive my curves are and such,"
"You mean she could be...........,"
" Of course I do not mean that, she may be simply admiring me as a older woman does one younger, but...,"
"But......,"
"I have often wondered about her interest in me," she blushed as she said this.
He pulled her closer to reassure her and said, "Suppose she is interested in you that way?"
"I don't know, Raja, I have never done it, you know in college some were doing it regular and often openly too, but, I never tried it,"
"Why, you don't like the idea?"
"It is not that, Raja, it was the way I was brought up, mom always said even masturbating is wrong, you know,"
"Well, I do not know honey, may be it is better we forget the promotion for the time being,"
"You think you will get another chance?"
"May be, may be not, but I can always find a change, you know it is easy to get another job in this field,"
" Do you want a change of job, my dear,"
"No, don't like the idea of losing all the good name and contacts I have built up here, but if I have to I will,"
"Raja, just suppose, I feel her out?"
"What if she is interested in you that way?"
