What was happening to me when Headless was not present during our sessions was beginning to alarm me. It was pretty much like what had happened when Ann wanted to make it in the car some time ago.
In the beginning, I would just close my eyes and think about either that big, black prick from Ann's magazine; later, I would conjure up the image of her straddling the portrait and working me up with her mouth. As the days went by, just images were not helping.
I visited Dr. Rao at the behest of my brother-in-law to whom I confided that I wasn't able to attain an erection any more.
My sister's husband was a year younger than me but by his own admission (and some feedback I received from Ann after her intimate talks with my sister) he was a sex maniac. More than once, Ann had revealed to me that my sister jokingly complained to her that Jai always seemed to be in a perpetual state of sexual excitement.
"I think you gotta see a shrink, Ash," Jai told me one day.
Dr. Rao was a thin bearded fellow, short and kind of weird looking. He began by telling me that it was more in the mind than in the body after conducting a series of physical check-ups, which cost me upward of three grand.
Of course, I never revealed about Headless to anyone. It was our secret and only Vera was the one outsider who knew about it.
"Do you or did you have any other sexual activities with anybody else but your wife?" he asked me one day.
I wasn't about to say yes, because that would involve revealing that I did have sexual relationships, or an extra marital affair, with another woman, namely Vera, in the presence of my wife. That would have shocked the hell out of the staid weirdo!
"Why?" I had counter questioned.
"Well, I wanted to know if you experienced the same thing with another woman as well."
That set me thinking. Would I feel the same way if I were making it with another woman? Would variety spice me up? I had been performing quite well with Vera; but that was when we were doing it with Ann and Headless. Could I keep up my performance with just Vera and no Ann or Headless around? Was Ann getting to be too familiar?
I didn't think so. Ann was definitely everyman's dream woman. I should know better because I had seen the various glances that she attracted from a variety of guys. Even the three blokes who worked for me in the office sometimes looked at her in a way that wasn't exactly platonic or brotherly.
I decided to try out for myself. I already had a couple of candidates whom I thought would be more than willing to get into my pants. One of course was Vera and the other was Meghana, my steno at the office. I could have had Vera all by myself very easily. But, I didn't as yet want to take a chance because I wasn't sure what Ann would feel like if she would come to know.
And come to know, she would. Vera wasn't that kind of a woman who would hold out secrets on Ann. Especially not after the affair we were having together. Meghana was different altogether.
Meg was a girl barely out of her teens; she was twenty to be exact. I had hired her upon Ann's insistence. Meg was the younger sister of one of Ann's friends.
I had noticed more than once the way Meg would look at me when she thought I wasn't aware of her. On more than a few occasions, she would approach my chair to ask for something which she would very well have asked either on the intercom or from behind the desk. During these times, she would get as close to me as possible; perhaps, brush her arms or breasts across my shoulders and lean down close to me. I had ignored all these come-on tactics mainly because I am crazily in love with Ann and I didn't want to create any problems between us.
But all that was past and gone. Now I had a new Ann. And a new problem.
I began to look at Meg in a different way. She was a nice girl; a bit too young for me. But what the hell! My wife too was when I had married her.
It was on a day that Ann planned to go to Vera's for the weekend that I planned my move. Making sure that I had a lot of work to finish (I really had), I told Ann I couldn't accompany her.
"Besides, you are going out for what I presume would be an all-girl party," I told her.
"I was thinking that maybe you and Headless also accompany," she had replied with a twinkle in her eyes. I almost succumbed.
I sent out the three guys for supervision at a remote site with enough work so they wouldn't return for at least a couple of days and I had requested Meg to come to the office earlier than usual.
For the first couple of hours, I really got down to work. I mean there was plenty of it pending what with Ann and Vera taking up most of my time for our crazy rendezvous along with Headless.
When we broke off for lunch, we headed to the room in Ann's office. We opened our lunch boxes and sat opposite each other on the table.
From time to time, I stole glances at her. She was wearing a knee length skirt that had a broad black belt at the waist. A dark red blouse that was tucked into it was tight enough to emphasize her curves.
She didn't have breasts the size of Ann or Vera's. Hers were pert though, and very, very firm. The blouse was thin enough for me to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra and flimsy enough for the material to sag down with the weight, revealing her cleavage whenever she bent.
It was amazing how much of a breast man I had become and I guess, that was since that day Ann had asked me to slide my prick between hers on that night we had oiled each other.
These days, I was obsessed with breasts.
"That's one hell of a dress you are wearing today, Meg," I casually remarked after we had finished our lunch and were seated on the table. I was smoking and pretended to be quite casual about my words.
"You like it?" she asked earnestly. "My mom says it's a bit too tight."
"Well, for a girl like you, that shouldn't be a problem. Tight dresses look good on girls like you."
She giggled. "And what kind of a girl am I?"
"You know. You are young and attractive. These kind of dresses emphasize that, huh?" I grinned.
"Emphasize what, Ash?" she looked at me mischievously.
I decided to go for broke. Boldly, I answered her question. "Why, Meg, I thought you knew. They emphasize your tits."
She blushed and was flustered. I guess she had never expected me to be so casual about it and so forthcoming.
She managed to smile at me. "You like them?"
"A guy would be crazy if he didn't." I replied, excited now that I could feel the faint stirring between my legs. Was it working, I thought?
She opened her mouth to say something, and hesitated.
"You wanted to ask me something?"
"W-well...I, huh, I just wanted to ask you if you'd really want to see them," she blurted.
I grinned at her, crushing the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "Why, Meg. Sure. Not only just see them, maybe I'd want to feel them, too."
She smiled suddenly, all traces of hesitation gone. She rose from the chair; "Lets just make sure no one disturbs us when you check these out."
She skipped out of the room. I knew she was going to lock the office.
