Sharing Jaya
For days, Ari has been overwhelmed with unbidden daydreams. His work is suffering. Sleep is no escape, because then, the lascivious dreams take him. Twice since it all started, he has awoken with his boxer briefs wet and sticky.
All of it revolves around Jaya - his great fortune, his best friend, his wife. One would naturally think that fantasies are an outlet for attractions to others, which has been the case for him from time to time, but even after four years of marriage, Ari still finds Jaya irresistible. She embodies his fantasies. But these imaginings... these are suddenly different.
Jaya only has eyes for Ari. This has been so since they were introduced by their parents. He sees it and has never second-guessed it. Parisian denizens though they are, his family insisted that backgrounds be checked and proper Indian forms be followed. Chaperoned dates had confirmed mutual attraction and compatibility. But no, that would not be Jaya. They have talked deep in the night about what experiences she did have, breaking through her natural reticence so that he could know her better. To his surprise, the revelations aroused him, and he would respond with special fervor. There were not so many stories, and so he would beg her to repeat, to elaborate, to detail how each moment of each encounter had moved her physically. She has tried to reciprocate, to listen and understand his experiences as well, to openly share her past, but she's more tender and insecure. He doesn't know how to convey to Jaya that she has no reason for fear in this way. He knows that she listens and relates out of partnership, not arousal.
She moves through the home and world they have built together with extraordinary grace and intuition. These qualities follow her into bed. He hopes that he is as satisfying a lover for her as she is for him. He has enough experience to hear and feel when a woman is not satisfied but courteously pretending so. Yet he wonders. He loves bringing her to abandon and wishes he could watch her without himself in the way. They toyed with the idea of video, but it made them both self-conscious and presented risks in a cynical, conservative society that neither of them wanted.
Perhaps that has led him inexorably here. Perhaps it is something more generous, a desire to ensure that her faithfulness is rewarded with exquisite pleasure in every way possible. At any rate, he cannot lay eyes on any man who is
attirant
without envisioning him bringing Jaya to fruition. Most men would push such ideas away, burn with anger or possessiveness. It turns out that Ari isn't most men.
The look of a barista, barely nineteen and having the bloom of extreme yet fragile beauty that white French boys exude, causes him to almost fumble the latte as he takes it, seeing the youth taking Jaya pushed forward, her hair tumbling over the counter.
As he enters his office building, a formidable man in impeccable blue coveralls opens the tall glass door for him. As Ari says, "Merci, monsieur," with a nod, he cannot help but imagine this stalwart unzipping and lifting Jaya onto his cock. A frisson runs through him.
In the elevator, he tries to calm himself, turn his attention to what he must discuss with his boss. Geru is perhaps eight years his elder and a natural leader with an easy smile. Having emigrated from Sudan, he has a power and surety that comes from having overcome difficult events. Ari settles his effects in his office, levels his shoulders, and as beckoned, enters Geru's corner office. He manages to proficiently handle the matter at hand, but as they close, Geru presses his hand warmly in a single shake and then leans back in his finely made leather office chair, his long legs falling aside casually, his
fait sur mesure
trousers pulling against his thighs. Ari swallows hard, trying to banish the flash of his wife mounting this man in his chair.
What is wrong with me?
Later, having pushed it all aside long enough to meet his goals for the day, Ari stares out the window over La Défense. He feels that the solution is to bring some measure of this insanity into reality, but there must be absolutely no jeopardy to Jaya or their marriage. He wants to broach the subject with her and is at once fearful to do so.
Over a quiet dinner at home, he makes the first attempt. He thinks that it would be easier to do in the midst of coupling, but it also seems an intrusion to do so until he can see her response in the light of day.
"Meri Jaan," he begins, "I've been having thoughts ... a desire that I can't get rid off with simple reasoning. I've been trying for almost two weeks."
Growing serious, she sets aside her fork and regards him with her chin on her hands. Although she appears apprehensive, she approaches his needs with openness as always. "Tell me," she replies in her low, throaty voice.
"You're so attractive to me that it overwhelms me at times." This elicits from her a shy smile of happiness. "And we've talked about my mild voyeuristic tendencies."
Her expression turns a little mischievous, she nods. It isn't a new topic.
"Mild until now. Its taken an odd turn." He takes a deep breath and decides that directness is best. "I'm consumed with the idea of watching you with another man." He hastens to add, "A stranger, of course, never someone with whom we'd need to interact in our lives."
Her eyes widen, fearful, taken off guard. "I - Ari, couldn't!" she exclaims softly, brow furrowing.
Ari reaches for her hand. "If that is how you still feel after this shock passes - after you have had time to really think about what I am asking, I will completely understand. But, I do ask, for me, that you think about it. Maybe we could discuss it in a week's time?"
Squeezing his hand, Jaya sits for a long moment. "Okay, my love."
He knows that she'd do almost anything for him, perhaps even this. And somewhere, in his darkest corners, he's deeply reassured at her first reaction. Yet, he realizes that he still wants to do it.
***
Midweek, Ari comes into the kitchen after readying for work and sees Jaya with her back to him, arranging flowers in a glass vase. She has just returned from the workout room and is wearing just leggings and a sports bra. She's barefoot, her tennis shoes doubtless left inside the front door. Her hair is up in a high tail but tendrils have escaped. Her neck glistens with perspiration. The sight of her taut waist and curving hips and ass give him a sudden shock.
"Do you want breakfast?" she asks over her shoulder.
He steps up and presses himself to her backside, dropping his lips to the side of her neck. "And how!" he replies, naughty. "But I have a meeting and can't be late."
Jaya leans her head back on his shoulder. This has the unintended effect of lifting her heavy breasts. Ari stifles a groan. Although they don't project far forward, presenting an illusion from the side of neatness, they're full and lush. This sports bra has a front zipper which he quickly pulls down, freeing her breasts into his hands.
So pliant
! He continues mouthing her neck as he thumbs her nipples firmly, causing her to moan. He knows that after she exercises her sometimes oversensitive nipples are more amenable to being handled and can be incredibly erogenous. He has wondered from her response sometimes whether he could bring her fully just from learning to touch them exactly right. Now, he wishes he had more time. But there's a moment to be had and it's a way to let her know that there's no awkwardness between them.
"Touch yourself," he murmurs against her ear. Usually, she might protest, self-conscious, but he knows she's far along. As she complies, he continues what he's doing, varying the pressure and touch, sensing from her gasps what works best. It doesn't take long once her hand has slid into her leggings and when she bucks back against him, it's all he can do not to lose it himself.
"What about you?" Jaya asks as soon as she can speak.
Ari rezips her bra. "I must go," he replies, regretfully, squeezing her shoulders and kissing her atop her head, "and in a presentable state." Of course, he isn't currently presentable, but he'll compose himself, he isn't a youth.
They exchange endearments and by the time he reaches the car waiting for him in the underground pick up, his mind is on work.
***
Early the next morning, Saturday, Jaya brings Ari a second cup of coffee on the terrace overlooking Avenue Bugeaud. They have found the VI
