Amara stepped inside her house through the side door into the living area. Murli greeted her and went back to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast. Amara told Murli that she would be having lunch outside, so he should prepare lunch only for himself and Govind. She also asked Murli to inform Govind to keep the car ready as she has an appointment at 11 am at the club office. Giving further instructions for the house chores, she moved back to her room to get ready.
Amara closed the door and checked the side wall; hanging there was an antique clock that read 8:15 am. With a sly smile on her face, she thought, "I have some time to spare," and went towards the side drawer on her side of the bed. Opening the drawer, she put her hand inside to grab the shaft of the dildo. The sensation of today's encounters was still fresh in her mind, and she was not going to let it slide away just like that.
Quickly getting undressed, she put her clothes in the washing bin and made her way to the shower. Turning on the faucet, warm water fell on her body, washing away her exhaustion from the gym. She then turned off the faucet and grabbed the dildo in her left hand. She leaned against the wall with support from her right hand, making her hips protrude out. Closing her eyes, she recalled the events that happened in the gym. It was the second time she had exposed herself to Ravi, but it was the first time that she had shown this much skin to any other male apart from her husband. She recalled Ravi's hard-on, and she started rubbing the tip of her dildo against the slit of her pussy. A small jolt hit her as the dildo rubbed against her clit.
"Oh Ravi, if you would have grabbed me and pulled my breasts out......I wouldn't have stopped you," she murmured. Imagining Ravi grabbing her breasts and playing with her nipples, she slapped her hanging breasts with the shaft of the dildo.
"Oh yes.....this feels good Ravi. Give me more. Train me more," she said in ecstasy. She slowly moved the dildo through her body, tracing the front arc of her body, stopping at her hips. She then imagined the events in the reception room, and she spanked herself with the dildo, imaging that Ravi was grabbing her hips and spanking them hard.
"Yes.....yes....train me harder, Ravi..see how bad I am," she said while trying to catch her breath. She then rubbed the shaft of the dildo against her craving pussy. Gasping for air, she asked in her imagination, "Are you not satisfied yet? Then do not wait and ram your cock in me!!" and with one smooth action, she inserted the dildo in her love hole.
"So deep.......yes...", she exclaimed while moving the dildo back and forth inside her. Aching for more, she got on her fours and rested her face on the wet floor of the shower. Then she ran her right hand back to play with her clit, all the while using her left hand to ram the entire length of the dildo into her hungry pussy with more added pressure.
"Yesss...thats it!! Oh my God!!.....I am there now......Fuck!!!" shouted Amara as she hit a strong orgasm and collapsed on the floor completely. Her body shook with jolts of pleasure, and she slowly took her dildo out of her pussy. Bringing it in front of her face, she smiled and said, "I need to plan the next step," and she took the dildo in her mouth to lick it clean.
Feeling satisfied for now and collecting herself, she resumed her shower. With hair wrapped in a head towel and a white chemise over her body, which had become translucent due to her body being wet, she made her way back to the closet area. Browsing through the collection of sarees and western attire, she took some time to figure out what she would wear today. Since the weather was quite humid, she decided to go with a sleeveless teal color jumpsuit. Now that the major decision was taken, she moved on to the finer details. She chose a black lace bra with light padding and a matching black thong.
Coming back to the room, she stood in front of the mirror and dried up her hair and body. Slipping out of her chemise, she again thought, "Why do I bother myself with this?" and then smiled, thinking that this is such a weird habit of hers. Then she noticed herself in the mirror and realized that today as well, in the heat of the moment, she missed out shaving her pussy. It didn't look that bad, but due to the increase in her "playtime" lately, she wanted to shave it clean. She didn't know if she was expecting something special to happen, but somewhere in her heart she wanted to keep her snatch clean.
After dressing up, she opened the door of her room and, crossing the living area, made it to the dining area, where Murli had put some sandwiches, boiled eggs, sprouts, and freshly squeezed pomegranate juice for her breakfast. Pulling out the chair, she wondered if she had shouted a bit too loud that Murli would have heard something. A few minutes passed, and Murli said, "Ma'am, I need to fetch some supplies from the market; please carry the keys so that you could get in if you return before I do." Thinking that everything was okay, she nodded to Murli's request and finished her breakfast while reading the newspaper. Finishing her breakfast, she did some house chores and then went to the NGO office with Govind.
Reaching the office, she went inside to the waiting area and asked the attendant to inform Meera that she was there. The attendant asked her to sit while he relayed the information to Meera. She noticed another woman sitting there. She had an athletic yet curvaceous figure, draped in an elegant black saree that hugged her form in all the right places. The woman looked back, and Amara quickly averted her eyes as if she were caught checking her out. "So now you are checking out females as well. Nice going, Amara!! I need to get my head checked," she thought with a feint smile on her face.
The attendant then came out and asked Amara to proceed inside. Entering Meera's room, she found her sitting on her chair opposite to a rectangular wooden top table. There were piles of documents on her table, which was quite usual considering Meera's position.
Meera's smile widened as Amara entered the office. "Come in, come in, Amara! As always, on time." Meera's eyes twinkled knowingly. "Though, I must ask, Abhay being still away and yet you have a certain...glow."
"Meera," Amara chided playfully, "you know it's not like that."
"Oh, I don't know," Meera countered, leaning back in her chair. "We women need pampering, Amara. Don't tell me you just shut down entirely when he's gone."
Amara knew what Meera was asking her about. Meera and Amara had been longtime friends. Meera had persuaded Amara to join her NGO to help her kill time in a good way. They were free with each other and would tease each other just like college girls. It was their way of having fun.
Amara couldn't help but grin. "Let's just say a girl has her ways, Meera." She winked and continued, "It's the modern era. Fun comes in sleek and battery-powered friend style that come in handy when the time calls for it."
Meera threw her head back and laughed. "Thats the Amara I like, bold! But I hope that it does not replace Abhay."
Amara leaned in and answered, "Don't worry, Meera. This is just a temporary arrangement. It could never fill me the way Abhay does."
The response made them both giggle. But now that they had indulged in their usual playful banter, it was time to get down to business.
"Remember why I called you in such a hurry?" Meera asked as her smile turned serious.
"Of course," Amara responded, her voice softening a touch. "You mentioned something urgent."
Meera gestured for Amara to sit, a crease appearing on her forehead. "It's about the Flex Industries. We were counting on their usual generous contribution to fund the repair of the roof of the orphanage, but..." she paused, reaching for a file.
Amara leaned forward, concern replacing amusement on her face. The company was a significant donor, and their support was crucial for the repair work. "But what?"
"Apparently, Mr. Keshav has hit a rough patch financially," Meera explained, flipping through the file. "I do not have enough details about it, but they won't be able to put down the donation this year for our orphanage."
The news disappointed Amara. "That's a big setback," she said. "Have you tried contacting Mr. Keshav directly? Perhaps some alternative approach could be worked out, or maybe they can offer a smaller donation."
Meera shook her head. "That's exactly why I wanted you to come here, Amara. In the past, Mr. Keshav has always been quite friendly and approachable during our interactions at charity events. I was hoping that maybe you could come with me to talk to Mr. Keshav directly. I'll try to get an appointment set up for a meeting this week. Perhaps with your help and the fact that he seems to be more receptive during personal interactions, we can convince him to reconsider or at least understand our situation better."
Amara pursed her lips. She had met Mr. Keshav before during multiple NGO events. Mr. Keshav, being in his fifties, was an active MD of the company. He had a beautiful wife and a son. Yet Mr. Keshav had a reputation for being a flirt, and Amara was no exception to his tactics. "But you do know Meera that his friendliness can be a bit... misplaced at times. However, if it means securing the funds for the orphanage, I'm willing to put that aside."
"Exactly! This is why I am tensed," Meera sighed. "We do need the donation to get the work planned out for the orphanage. But you have spoken my mind about Mr. Keshav. Look, I am working on finding some alternatives, but I don't want to close the connection with Mr. Keshav, as his company and our NGO have maintained a healthy relationship for the last several years."
"Don't worry about Mr. Keshav, Meera. We can handle him just like always. Besides, if he gets a little too...friendly, well, we can always play a little game of our own. After all, charity is about helping others, right?" Amara joked to lighten up Meera's mood.
Meera felt a spark of joy hearing Amara's words. She chuckled and said, "You're such a bad girl, Amara. But I am glad to have you with me. I will work on getting an appointment set up with Mr. Keshav. Once it's confirmed, I'll let you know immediately."
They chatted for a few more minutes about the other things related to the NGO and their personal lives; their conversation was filled with comfortable camaraderie that transcended their roles at the NGO. Finally, Amara excused herself, promising to stay updated.
As Amara stepped out of the NGO office, she hailed her waiting driver to get the car ready. Sliding into the backseat of the car, Amara checked her phone. There was one unread message for her on WhatsApp.
The text simply read, "Hi Ma'am, Just checking in--would you be coming to the gym tomorrow morning?"
It was a welcome sight for Amara after having a serious discussion with Meera, but her inner self again debated with her if she was actually considering cheating on Abhay. She truly loved Abhay, and to her, this was just a harmless game with Ravi while Abhay was not in town. Tapping out a reply, she wrote, "Hey Ravi! Thanks for checking in. I am not sure about tomorrow. Have a lot on my plate to take care of."
