A Tangled Web Of Seductions

A Tangled Web of Seductions

Author's Notes:

This is my first-time writing. I leaned heavily on Daddysgirlfl's expertise to get my story to this point. Cannot thank her enough for reading, editing, and giving me the confidence to post it here.

I left the story with a couple of open-ended questions, which could be expanded into a series - depending on how y'all react to it.

thanks,

-Oldnavy

Chapter 1:

The chandeliers overhead twinkled brightly, their gleam dancing on Roshini's petite, fit frame. At 5 ft 2 and 120 lbs, she was a vision of grace and strength. Her voice, lively and animated, reverberated through the opulent dining room, as she discussed the nuances of new software architecture with her team over Zoom.

She was wearing a summer dress. The sunlight behind her made the curvature of breasts clearly visible. "Perfect. No bra... "thought Arjun as a wicked smile spread across his face.

Her hand gestures when speaking made her boobs swing and move, as if they were speaking a language which only, he understood. Arjun watched her, spellbound.

Standing at a towering 5 ft 10 and weighing 180 lbs, he always marveled at how their contrasting physiques somehow just fit together perfectly.

Having just wrapped up his own meeting, the urge to have her was irresistible. Stealthily, he made his way under the dining table.

"Mmm," she murmured involuntarily as she felt the gentle press of Arjun's lips against her toes. He took his time, savoring each one, as Roshini tried her best to stay focused on her call.

The sultry ambiance, the familiar scent of his Park Avenue aftershave, and his deliberate teases created a cocktail of sensations that Roshini had never felt during a work meeting.

"Mmm..." Roshini couldn't help but let out a soft moan, betraying her arousal to Arjun. She quickly muted her call, trying to regain her composure.

"Are you trying to get me fired?" she whispered to him, her face flushed.

Just then one colleague asked, "Everything alright, Roshini?", noting the change in her tone.

"Absolutely, just thought of something. Go on," she replied, her voice quivering slightly.

But as Arjun ventured further, her mind was torn between duty and desire. "Arjun," she whispered, "I'm on a call."

"Shh," he murmured back, his voice teasing.

"Roshini? You went silent," another voice from the call interrupted.

Regaining composure, she responded, "I'm here, just processing. Continue."

She leaned back, gripping the table's edge, her other hand pushing against his head, not to stop him, but to guide him.

Arjun liked her over her pink panty which was already getting wetter by the second. He then kissed, licked and gave her a hickey on her inner thigh.

Her waxed legs and the clean-shaven allure of her womanhood, combined with the scent emanating from it, had sent his head into turmoil.

And the sensual caress was sending shivers coursing through Roshini's body, causing her breath to quicken involuntarily. Desire swelled inside her core, threatening to burst forth like molten lava amidst the simmering passion consuming them both.

Added to the call that she was on, Arjun's licking which was getting quicker by the minute, Roshini realized that the window blinds opposite her were open. Any passerby would be able to get a clear view of the head that was firmly engorging between her shapely thighs.

She was unable to concentrate on her meeting anymore, leaving her team flabbergasted with monosyllabic replies. Thankfully, the meeting ended. She shut down her laptop and gave in fully to the passions that were being unleashed.

She spread her legs by placing them on two chairs and slid down to give Arjun the access he needed. She steadied herself and gave in totally, unmindful that the blinds were open.

"Suck my clit Aru..." she said.

Responding to her order, Arjun pushed her wet panties to the side. began sucking her clit and caressed her breasts from under the dress she was wearing.

She pushed his head even deeper evoking a guttural "mmm..." from Arjun.

It felt that he was enjoying it more than her. Her smell was driving him crazy. His desire was already as erect as it could be.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs, angled his mouth to give him the best access to his own "gateway to heaven", as he called her pussy. Her wetness was causing a small puddle on the chair.

She needed him inside her right now. Her entire body was burning with desire. But she was close to her orgasm. She freed her breasts from the confines of her dress as Arjun's hands were digging into her buttocks.

"Almost there babe..." she said, giving him a warning before she exploded on his face.

"Don't stop.. Don't stop.. Faster.. Faster..." she urged him as she felt the pleasure permeate every single fabric of her body.

Urged on, Arjun finished licking her cunt cum clean. "Delicious," he remarked, savoring the taste as he licked his lips.

Roshini then held his face in her hands, not sure whether to admonish him or thank him. She reached out to his lips, and both melted into each other. Arjun lifted her up and made their way to the bedroom.

On the way he saw that there was still a good forty mins before their kids came home. "Enough time to ravish you, my love" he said.

"Let me see what you are made of" teased Roshini as she reached out to his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers, exposing the erect, unsatisfied dick.

"Oh, someone wants attention," she said as she held his dick in her hands, teasing his head with her tongue.

"Mmmm.." Now it was his turn to moan.

He reached out to fondle her exposed breasts, pumping them, playing with her nipples, bending to kiss her backside.

As she took a small break, he pushed her onto the bed. Roshini was wet, from being aroused again or was it from his licking earlier no one could say, but she was eager for him to be deep inside her.

"Fuck me babe" she urged him. "Fuck my boobs. Suck them hard" she egged him on.

Arjun found her entrance without any issue and slid his hard dick into her. "Mmm..." they both exclaimed in pleasure. Her warmth made his dick twitch, making her clamp him more.

Eager to please, Roshini wrapped her legs around Arjun's waist, anchoring herself tightly as he pushed deeper still. The moans coming from her lips were testaments to the indescribable pleasure coursing through her veins.

Soon they found a rhythm that worked. With him still inside her, he moved to get her on top of him.

He loved this position since it gave him uninterrupted access to her lovely breasts. "Did... I.. ever.. Tell... you.. How... beautiful.. They.. are..." he said between alternatively sucking on them.

"Never.." she teased him as she rode him. Bodies pressed together, achieving synchronicity in their movements--an almost ethereal connection unique to lovers who share a lifetime bond. Roshini dug her nails into his shoulders and Arjun pulled her ass into him, pushing him even deeper into her.

As he increased the tempo, driving into her harder, she arched her back and clung to him fiercely. A pleasurable wave washed over Roshini, sending electric signals shooting straight to her core.

As the tremors started running through her body, Roshini clamped her pussy which made Arjun shoot his load deep into her.

"Aah.." was the only sound he could make as Roshini milked him empty, just as she had done many many times in their eighteen years of married life.

Then, lifting his head, he planted sweet, gentle kisses along her jawbone, teasing her sensually.

With each soft press of his lips, he revealed new facets of affection and tenderness hidden within their familiar bond. Breathless now, Roshini returned his affections, her hands tracing a path down his bare back, feeling the strong yet supple muscles there.

As they continued to explore one another's bodies, their mutual appreciation for each other grew stronger. This unspoken exchange conveyed countless stories of happiness, struggles, and growth they had navigated together.

As Arjun's hands trailed down Roshini's toned abdomen to the flabby part - a relic of carrying their three kids - he stopped. He loved it, played with it and thanked her again, as the couple looked deeply into each other's eyes, commemorating the life they had fashioned thus far.

In this intimate space, their souls intertwined once again, renewing the sacred union which bound them together eternally.

"We need to get cleaned before the kids come" reminded Roshini, bringing them back to reality.

"Just a couple more minutes babe.. please" said Arjun not wanting to come back just yet.

Drenched in the scent of their combined passion, they moved towards the bathroom shower, turning on the tap and splashing water over their faces, calming themselves gradually.

The sun set early in autumn, casting long shadows over Arjun and Roshini's beautiful suburban home. Candles flickered throughout the house, adding a romantic ambiance to the rooms. As twilight descended, Arjun busied himself preparing dinner while listening to Indian classical music playing softly in the background.

The rich aroma of cinnamon and cardamom infused the air, creating an enchanting atmosphere that was distinctly characteristic of their homeland.

As the fragrant steam rose from the hot curry, Roshini couldn't help but feel nostalgic for those simpler times spent growing up surrounded by family and friends.

Although they had left India many years ago, its essence lived on within them. And as they enjoyed their lavish spread, their conversation drifted to memories of laughter, food, festivals, and traditions shared by loved ones back home. Through their anecdotes, they also discussed dreams for their future and aspirations for their children. Roshini hoped they could instill the same sense of pride and cultural identity in their little ones, preserving heritage for generations to come.

After their meal, they settled into the living room to watch television. Meanwhile, their three children headed upstairs. The eldest Shekar, a sixteen-year-old, was followed by his thirteen-year-old brother, Virat, and their youngest sister Aarti, a cherished ten-year-old girl with a cherubic face, either to complete their homework or to read a book.

The warmth of the fireplace made the living room the heart of Arjun and Roshini's home. It was where they shared countless tender moments, whispered dreams, and even weathered a few storms together.

Roshini could still remember the first time she laid eyes on Arjun. It wasn't a romantic Bollywood setup; it was at her elder sister's wedding. Arjun, a distant cousin of the groom, seemed engrossed in his thoughts, unaware of the revelry around him. After her sister's wedding, life took its usual course until a few years later when Arjun reached out to her after a heartbreak. Their initial conversations were comforting, gradually evolving into deeper emotional connections.

"Remember when you said that everything happens for a reason?" Arjun asked, looking deeply into Roshini's eyes as they sat in their cozy living room, the fireplace casting a warm glow around them.

Roshini chuckled, "Of course, I do. I still believe that."

Arjun held her close. "I think my heartbreak led me to you. If not for that, I might never have realized how perfect you are for me."

She leaned into his embrace, her head on his chest. "It's funny how life works. Here we are, years later, three kids, countless memories, and you still get lost in your thoughts of useless geopolitics or economics."

"Well," Arjun began playfully, pulling her lips close to his, "not always in geopolitics. Sometimes I just wonder how I got so lucky with you."

Roshini replied very tenderly, closing her lips on his, "But I'm glad we found each other."

The room had also witnessed many nights when they'd lay a bed out, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace, especially when their kids were away at Varshini, Roshini's sister's place. It was their little haven of intimacy and love, away from the world's chaos.

Chapter 2

Swapna arrived at Arjun and Roshini's cozy house carrying a bouquet of fragrant flowers and a smile that stretched from ear to ear. Stepping inside, she couldn't help but notice the inviting atmosphere that permeated throughout the home. Family pictures adorned the walls, adding a layer of warmth and love to the space. Children's laughter reverberated faintly in the background, creating a serene environment.

Swapna's attention drifted elsewhere as she observed the artwork adorning the living room walls.

Among the paintings, one caught her eye particularly: a vibrantly colored landscape featuring towering mountains framing a tranquil lake. Its depth evoked a sense of peace, calming her nerves slightly.

Drawing closer, she appreciated the masterful brush strokes used to capture every detail in this idyllic scene. Lost in contemplation, she almost missed hearing Arjun and Roshini approach.

"Swapna! So glad you made it!" exclaimed Roshini, welcoming her with open arms.

Swapna embraced Roshini with equal gusto and said, "me too!". She gave Arjun a hug saying, "thank you both for inviting me into your home for the weekend."

Roshini replied "please. You are practically family Swaps!"

Swapna, standing tall at 5 ft 6 and weighing a robust 150 lbs, exuded a quiet confidence. Her bearing spoke of years handling life's challenges with elegance and maturity. The lines on her face were testament to both her laughter-filled days as well as her struggles, particularly since her divorce. Swapna's child, now in college, had been her beacon of hope during those tumultuous times, and they shared a bond that was enviable.

Swapna's mind wandered back to the engineering college days when she and Arjun had shared classes, late-night study sessions, and fun-filled weekends. The memories of the duo trying to decipher complicated mathematical problems or collaborating on project work came flooding back. Their bond had always been platonic, a beautiful friendship that survived the trials of youth, misunderstandings, and the passage of time.

"Arjun, it feels like it was just yesterday we were arguing over circuit designs and now, look at you, a family man with three beautiful kids," Swapna remarked with a fond smile.

Arjun chuckled, "Ah, those were the days! Never thought I'd trade in circuit designs for project timelines and presentations. But, honestly, having Rosh by my side has made this journey incredible."

Roshini, overhearing this, interjected playfully, "And don't you forget it, mister!"

Swapna laughed, "Rosh, it's evident you keep him on his toes. And you've created such a beautiful home." Her gaze turned slightly wistful, "You know, after the divorce, finding a place of belonging became a journey in itself. But seeing the two of you together, the way you've built your life, it gives hope."

Roshini moved closer, placing a comforting hand on Swapna's shoulder, "Life throws curveballs, but you're strong, and your daughter's success is proof of your strength."

Later that afternoon, Roshini found herself at a small bistro with Swapna. They'd decided to catch up over tea, and Swapna had chosen the spot, known for its quiet ambiance and herbal tea collection.

"Why this place?" Roshini asked, taking a sip of her chamomile tea.

Swapna smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "As you know I used to live in this area. After my divorce, this place became a haven. It was quiet, away from the noise and judgments. Here, I found solace."

Roshini glanced around, appreciating the serenity of the place. "It's lovely. So, how's your kid doing in college? Must be an adjustment with them not around."

Swapna's eyes brightened, "Oh, it's a whole new world for her! But I'm so proud. And yes, the house feels quieter, emptier."

There was a pause before Roshini said, "You know, thinking back to the college days when you and Arjun were classmates in engineering, it's quite something how paths cross and life evolves."

Swapna laughed softly, "Oh, those days! Arjun was always the life of the party. And to think, from classmates to now, time really flies."

Roshini nodded, "Indeed. But on another note, when Arjun first introduced us, I was wary. However, seeing how gracefully you've handled everything, especially your divorce, it's commendable."

Swapna's gaze turned distant for a moment, "Grace is hardly what I felt during those times. But thank you. I've always admired your strength, too. Navigating a senior director position is no small feat."

Roshini smirked slightly, "It's all a facade sometimes. The stress, the expectations--it's overwhelming. But then I think of Arjun, the kids, and friends like you. It keeps me grounded."

Swapna took a sip of her tea, "And that's what bonds us, isn't it? Our struggles, our triumphs. I'm grateful for Arjun's friendship, and even more for ours."

Roshini reached out and squeezed Swapna's hand, "Me too. Here's to old college tales, new chapters, and many more tea sessions."

And so, amidst the soft hum of the city outside, in a quiet corner of a quaint bistro, two women deepened their connection, finding camaraderie in shared stories and mutual understanding.

Towards the evening, Roshini and Swapna reached home to find Arjun finishing up making his famous Biryani with Dal.

"Hmm that smells delicious" quipped Swapna echoing Roshini's thoughts from a second ago.

"I guess. Just about done. Let me call the kids'' said Arjun, proud of his culinary skills. It was one of those things that had endeared both Roshini and Swapna to Arjun. He could make delicious food. And always took care of kids.

"I promised the kids ice-cream if they finished up their homework before dinner. So, I guess after dinner, it is on me to take them out. You guys interested?" asked Arjun as he was plating the food.

Roshini and Swapna exchanged glances before Roshini said "nah. You go ahead. We prefer to stay home and catch up".

"Suit yourself" said Arjun and went back to his own world.

The trio spent the rest of the evening catching up over glasses of fine wine and delightful food cooked by Arjun. Conversations flourished, covering subjects from literature to politics, all punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. The warmth in the room seemed to spread among them effortlessly, forming a cozy cocoon shielding them from any external stressors.

Arjun, as promised, took the kids out for ice-cream while Roshini and Swapna settled into the sofa in the living room, each on their second glass of Chardonnay.

Roshini swirled the wine in her glass, casting an appreciative glance at Swapna. It was surprising how life had intertwined their paths so intricately. From the initial suspicions and discomfort to the deep conversations and shared secrets, the two women had traversed a long journey together.

Swapna took a deep sip from her glass, her eyes distant. "You know, Ro, after my divorce, there are times I just miss... intimacy. Not necessarily the relationship, but the warmth and closeness."

Roshini looked at her, understandingly. "I get that, Swap. Physical closeness is a fundamental human need. It's not just about the act; it's the feeling of being desired, cherished."

Swapna chuckled, "Even when I was married, I never felt desired, Ro. You know what I mean right? My ex-husband was nowhere close to what Arjun is to you. I am not being envious, just stating facts."

Roshini smiled, "Well, with Arjun's constant flattery and advances, I'm constantly reminded of the joys of intimacy. I can't imagine going without it."

Swapna chuckled, "I can see that. The way he looks at you, especially when you wear those dresses he loves."