"Sameer, will you eat faster for god's sake?"
I beseeched my 12 year old son, who had already woken up late and missed his usual ride to school with his college going brother Apu. I was packing his school lunch box.
The kid barely moved and kept staring at the TV. He never listened to me!
"Sameer if you get another late mark, I swear you will not see a screen until you're 40 and I will..."
BINGBONG!
Went the bell. I waited a few seconds.
"Sameer, will you at least go get the door?"
The chair finally moved and he walked to the door. I assumed it was some Amazon delivery.
"Mom! Someone here for you!" he called out.
I wondered who it could be. Wiping my hands, I walked to the front door. And I stopped in my tracks halfway. And my mouth went dry.
Standing in the door, right next to Sameer, was Sajid.
Yes, THAT Sajid. A lot more white in his lot thinner hair and visibly aged. But him! Still standing upright in that cocky way. Still oozing that labor masculinity.
Both my heart and my pussy pulsated.
Sajid stared at me for a second. Then at Sameer for two seconds. I was sure I knew what Sajid was thinking.
And then he just turned around and walked away.
"Who was that?" Sameer closed the door and asked.
"I don't know."
It was my first real lie in years.
I am generally not a liar. I was always honest to a fault. Except for my Sajid phase. I found myself lying so much for him to others! And to him for others. My only defense for these lies was that they were all meant to protect feelings and futures.
I had left without telling him. Without telling him that I was carrying his baby. Was he back because he was angry at that betrayal? Should I call Tarun?
BEEPBEEPBEEP!!!
It was the neighbor who had graciously offered to drop Sameer to school.
"Go!" I said my younger son.
"But I still haven't finished my..."
"Go!! Now!!" I put the lunch box in his hand and pretty much pushed him out of the door.
I closed the door and leaned against it. I heard the car drive away.
I waited, my heart racing.
Two minutes passed. And the bell rang again. I opened the door.
It was him again.
"I thought you would be alone. The boys generally leave before this."
He said flatly and walked in, as if we had never lost touch. The comment indicated he had been watching me for a few days. But he probably didn't even think about how that would make me feel. There was never any guile with the guy.
From the beginning, he had acted in a very nonchalant way about having a hold over me. Though that was probably central to his raw appeal for me. A man several pegs below me in the social order treating me like a plaything got me aroused like nothing else.
"Sajid...."
I had no idea what to say or feel. No, that's not true. I felt extremely horny. My eye went to his crotch. He noticed. He had been staring at my butt anyway, which I found myself jutting back a bit. As I often did around him.
"Memsaab, bend over."
Just that old command, after a dozen years, made me almost cum right there. Many days, those were the only words he said to me all day. Most of our relationship was just moans and grunts and orgasmic hollers.
From the moment I had seen him standing at the door next to his biological son, I had known we were going to fuck again. No point in chit chat with him. No point in asking where he came from, how he found me all these years later, or anything. Until he was done fucking me at least once, there would be no real conversation.
I slid my sweatpants down stepping out of them, walked to the couch, and bent over with my elbows on the arm rest. Like he liked to start. He came and landed that usual first spank hard. On my butt right on the tattoo that marked me forever as his.
"Your ass has swelled a bit. What are you now? 40?"
"Mmmmm.....oh fuck!" I moaned as the thick rod was shoved in with the same familiarity as before, without any foreplay. "Forty five...oooh!"
"You don't look it."
This was as much of a compliment as I had gotten from him after he had successfully bedded me. There had never been any tenderness or romance in our relationship. Nor in any of his marriages. All he saw his women as were bodies to be ravished whenever he liked.
And yet that's what attracted us to him. Strange how the female mind can work. Selective submission.
I felt the rod spear my cunt all the way till it hit bottom.
I had taken bigger men than Sajid since our stormy tryst. But none filled me up in that satisfying way. That ultimate surge of dopamine that I got from no one or nothing else in my life.
Suddenly, I was in that strange head space again. Where all I wanted was Sajid inside me, just pounding me like a jackhammer until my vision went blurry, for hours. That high tide of orgasms he always took me through. I had not experienced it for a dozen years, for the sake of family. Mine and his.
I had slept with a few other men since, with my husband's knowledge. But no one had ever come close to Sajid in making my pussy cream at a finger snap. He was obnoxious, selfish, sociopathic, ugly, old, poor, and boorish. And yet here I was, a middle aged mother of two, getting banged in her living room by this construction worker. Even his sweat smell got my engine running. I had run away from him, sort of, because I could not control myself.
He slid a hand up my t-shirt as he started pounding me deep like I loved. Spearing my insides with his angry thickness. His dick always felt so angry! In a good way.
"That's my boy, right?" he grabbed my hair and pulled my ear close to his lip between strokes. His beard rubbed my soft cheek as his pubes touched my ass cheek.
"Hmm....oh right there!" I did not really want to talk about children in this mood, though that's how the were created.
He suddenly gripped my waist and unleashed a long bout of hard pistoning that made my knees buckle. He put both hands on my boobs under my t-shirt and over my bra and held me in place.
"Oh Saj...oh yes...MMM...oh I..."
"Let me in fully."
He put his foot on my head and started drilling me incredibly fast, making my boobs mash against the bed.
I started howling in pleasure as every deep stroke made my pleasure multiply. Oh how I had missed this feeling!
I could feel an orgasm approach. And he sensed it too cos his grip on my naked waist tightened and his foot pressed my face harder. The slapping sounds got as loud as my moans. And he pounded me through to a loud loud big one! I let loose and shrieked, hoping no neighbors came running.
Oh how I had longed for that feeling! I grabbed on to the couch fabric right as I came hard. At that level of intensity. After over a decade. I kept shivering and moaning for a while, as he just kept going. Waves of pleasure went from my pussy to my head. I felt a satisfaction I hadn't felt in years and he'd barely walked ten feet into the house.
Sajid withdrew from my pulsating cunt and stood back with his knuckles on his waist. I knew what I was supposed to do next. When he gifted me an orgasm, I had to thank him with my mouth. I squatted in front of him and opened my mouth.
Soon I was flailing and struggling to maintain balance as the father of my second son brutally face fucked me. Holding on to his hairy thighs gave me support as the thick head went down my throat like it used to. And his white pubic hair filled my nose.
What a perverse sight I made in the wall mirror. Otherwise a respectable middle aged housewife, active in the social scene, model citizen, but now flailing with my big butt hanging over the floor as this old laborer rammed my throat.
"I did not come hunting you by the way. After you disappeared, I moved on. Zahra told me years later I had knocked you up. I didn't care. But last week, I was visiting Delhi for some work. And I saw you on the street from a bus. I got off the bus and followed you here."
My eyes wide and mouth stuffed, I listened and felt a bit relieved. A chance encounter was better than him having stalked and found me.
