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My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 01

By: indian_exec2000



Author's Notes: 

*"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair".

My chakkar with SC started almost 25 years ago. While the intensity of our passions has long since abated, the affair has not ended. Some of the memorable times we spent together are recorded here in a roughly chronological order.

I counsel patience to readers who are keen to quickly get to the juicy, "action packed" parts of my story. While I will eventually get there, my main purpose is to tell what I hope is an interesting story.

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I was a dashing young executive in my early thirties, rising rapidly in the company. I had been married for about 4 years. My wife was bright, beautiful and sexy, and we had two gorgeous little kids. I was totally immersed in my career and my family. Dalliance with another female was the last thing on my mind.

SC had just joined as an office assistant along with a few other girls. She had recently arrived in Mumbai, soon after marriage. Her husband worked in a large factory. She had grown up in a small town in a remote district of the southern state of Karnataka. She had done some training in typing & stenography before marriage (there were no personal computers in existence those days) responded to a job ad for a lark and was surprised when she got a job in our prestigious company.

She was of medium height, healthily plump and had a well-scrubbed, glowing, unblemished deep brown complexion. She had regular features, a nice nose and deep dimples when she smiled. She was always conservatively dressed (long hair oiled, braided and worn in a tight bun, saris with large, bright floral prints, conservatively cut three quarter sleeved blouses with sari pallu neatly pinned at the shoulder). She wore big glasses that made her look older than her age. She wore hardly any makeup other than a bindi on her forehead. She liked to wear ornaments (mangalsutra**, lots of glass bangles interspersed with a few gold kangans on her forearms, big earrings and a nose stud). In other words, she dressed like a typical, conservative middle-class Kannadiga lady. 

Her command of the English language was just so-so when she joined. However, she was quick to learn and soon became passably fluent. In the cosmopolitan ambience of our office, she also acquired a becoming polish and poise. However, her manner and accent continued to testify to her mofussil upbringing and vernacular education. Somewhat surprisingly for a person of her background, she was very self-assured and knew her mind. She was a dignified person, rather formal and occasionally brusque in her interactions with male colleagues, modestly averting her gaze while talking to them. Soon, she acquired a perhaps well-deserved reputation for being a bit snooty and standoffish.

Those days, SC's attitude to her work was typical of a junior office worker basking in the protection of a powerful Union. She was rather casual and laid back, doing just enough work so as to avoid drawing unfavorable attention to herself, while devoting a good amount of her time to socialize and gossip. While she was by no means a shirker, she was in no danger of dying of overwork either. The colloquial Hindi word bindaas exactly summed up her attitude. Her job clearly came way down in her list of priorities. It was only much later that the career bug bit her, but then I am getting a bit ahead of my story.

I did not really notice her for many months after she joined. After all, ours was a large office, and I was a busy executive. In any case she was not an obviously attractive woman, just nice looking in a plain, sisterly way. We were on polite, formal good terms, nodding and smiling whenever we happened to pass by each other. 

One day, my boss gave me an important assignment – I had to prepare a presentation about our department that our boss had to make to the company's board of directors. SC was assigned to work with me, to provide secretarial support. I spared no efforts to do a really good job of the assignment. 

As I worked my way through the special assignment there were several occasions when I found grammatical and spelling errors in SC's English and a less than acceptable level of neatness and presentability in her typing. Those were the pre-PC days and use of masking fluid for correction of mistakes was not an option, since the report was to be presented to the directors. So, very often there was no other way but to carefully retype entire pages on account of a few careless mistakes. This naturally led to delays and frazzled nerves. 

Finally, one day I decided to take the bull by the horns. I called SC to my cabin and ticked her off, politely and without raising my voice. I concluded my pep talk by appealing to her pride, pointing out how awful it would be if I were to ask the boss for another person in her place and expressing my confidence that she had it in her to do the job if she really put her heart into it. 

After trying to argue a bit, she lapsed into silence, listening to me impassively, her eyes downcast. There was a long silence after I finished. Then she took a deep breath, looked up and whispered that she would not give me any cause for complaint from then on. Was it a flash of anger, a glint of determination or a hint of tears that I saw in her eyes? Anyway, after that there was a dramatic improvement in her attitude as well as the quality of her work. Soon, the tension between us evaporated and the assignment was back on track.

I often worked late on that assignment, after attending to my normal work. Sometimes, although I did not want to inconvenience her, I had no option but to ask SC to stay late too. Like other junior employees, she was normally reluctant to stay late. However, after my recent run-in with her, she had become respectful towards me. Moreover, she had also come to realize the importance of the assignment. So, she would agree to stay back without cribbing whenever I asked. To save her some time and hassles, I would drop her off close to her residence in my car whenever we worked late, since I anyway drove past it on my way home. 

As we worked together, we became friendly and started to share tidbits about our families, hometowns, college days etc. Over the course of the next few weeks, almost imperceptibly, I became aware that she was taking a bit more than casual interest in me. I would some times look up from my work and catch her staring intently at me and she would quickly look away when she was caught out. 

I also became aware that her eyes were rather extraordinary. There was a deep, sensual, smoldering look in her eyes that hinted at hot fires burning inside her. Even her glasses could not hide those fires. Those hot, mesmerizing eyes sent out quite a tantalizing signal, in complete contrast to the rest of her demeanor. It was as if her entire wardrobe, ornaments, glasses & so on were specifically intended to disguise her inner fires. 

All of a sudden it struck me that under all the careful camouflage she was in fact one hell of a sexy woman. I would sometimes casually wonder what it would be like to have a fling with her… how her breasts would feel in my hands... I of course did not actually do anything, being too shy and in any case not wanting to take 'advantage' of a junior colleague. After all I was an executive and she was an office assistant!

I succeeded in finishing the assignment in time and my boss was very pleased since the presentation to the board of directors went off very well. The assignment finished, SC and I went back to our normal work and our interactions in the office once again were reduced to nods and smiles as we occasionally passed each other. 

However, every once in a while, she would ask me to give her a lift in my car in the evening, continuing the practice we had started when we were working on the special assignment. Since it was no additional trouble for me, I would agree. But since I was sometimes held back because of a last minute errand or an important phone call, she would have to wait for a while till I was through with my work. She didn't seem to mind waiting and would casually flip through some gossip magazines to kill time until I was ready to leave. 

In the car, she would chatter about herself, her hubby, kid (she had a small child at that time), her hobbies, movies & so on. She took a lot of interest in my family & me, digging information out of me in spite of my taciturn nature. She did it so deftly and in such a good spirit that I did not mind. In due course, it became a regular habit for me to give her a lift in the evenings – at least 3 or 4 times a week. She started to really look forward to the time she was able to spend in my company in the car on our way home. It was a pleasant diversion for me too, something to lighten the burden of driving through the evening traffic jams.

Then, one day I got my big break. It was announced that I had been transferred to a city in northern India on a promotion. I had to leave in a few weeks. I was happy and excited. My wife was very happy too – she was the first person to get the good news from me. She was also pleased that we would be moving closer to our hometown. 

I was in my cabin late in the evening, fielding congratulatory phone calls. I had completely forgotten that I had promised to give SC a lift that day. There was a hesitant knock and she walked into my cabin. She looked nervous. I apologized for making her wait and asked her to sit down. She however gave me a strained smile and extended her hand. I stood up and shook her hand as she congratulated me. 

She clutched my hand tightly with both of hers and continued to babble congratulatory inanities for a while until she suddenly burst into tears! I was completely taken aback. Fortunately, there was no one else in the office to observe her emotional outburst. I made her sit down and offered her a glass of water, which she refused. I waited till her sobs subsided and she dried her tears & composed herself. 

"What's the matter, SC?" I asked her. "Is there anything wrong?"

She fidgeted for a while, staring at her hands resting in her lap. She seemed to be struggling with herself. She then appeared to make up her mind. Looking up straight at me she whispered,

"I'm going to miss you… I have become so used to working with you... I have learnt so many things from you… I so much enjoy your company when I am with you in the car… And now you will soon be gone!" She said, suppressing another sob.

Although she never put it in words, it was obvious that she was infatuated with me. I was floored! While I had noticed her interest in me earlier, I did not think her emotions for me ran so deep. In any case I never expected her to have enough courage to come right out and express her feelings so openly. I didn't quite know how to handle the situation. 

"Well, I'm sure all of you will get used to working without me. After all, nobody is indispensable." I told her rather unconvincingly, deliberately ignoring her expression of emotions, as I drove her home. She was silent except for monosyllabic responses to my attempts to lighten up the atmosphere. Just as she was about to get off, she begged me, 

"Will you please try to give me as much time as possible in the next few weeks before you leave? It will really help me a lot to get adjusted to your absence." 

"Well, let's see." I responded noncommittally as she got off.

Throughout that evening and night, I was preoccupied with what had passed between SC and me. While I did not think that making time for her was a good idea, I found myself getting a bit turned on at the thought of her infatuation with me. In fact I woke up with a massive hard-on early in the morning – I had dreamt of having sex with SC! The dream was interrupted and I woke up just as I was about to penetrate her. I saw my wife sleeping peacefully by my side. Unlike on other such occasions, I did not wake her & make love to her. 

I mulled over the matter while I was driving to office, and finally decided to tell SC that what she expected was not possible. Since this was hardly something that could be discussed in the office or while driving her home, I thought of breaking it to her over a cup of coffee after office hours. So I called her over the intercom and asked her to meet me at the coffee shop of a large hotel at 7 PM. I explained that I would be coming there directly after a meeting in a customer's office and hence she would have to come there by herself. I had become suddenly conscious of how it might appear to other colleagues if SC & I were to drive to a hotel together. 

She had already been waiting at the coffee shop for some time when I reached there. After ordering coffee and some snacks, I came straight to the point. I explained frankly that I felt attracted to her. Considering that both of us were already married, I did not see a future for our relationship. Hence it would be best for her as well as for me for us not to meet anymore. I chose my words carefully and took my time to get my message across. Her deep, hot, mesmerizing eyes kept gazing at me intently while I talked. She fidgeted with the cutlery on the table. Her breathing was shallow and fast. Every once in a while, her tongue darted out and ran over her lips. Her face was flushed. In other words, she showed every sign of being sexually aroused. I started getting a hard-on even as I spoke. 

When she started to speak, her voice was husky with emotion. But the words that came out completely contradicted the message sent out by her body language. She denied any romantic angle to her feelings towards me, stressing that she merely looked at me as a senior colleague whom she looked up to and respected. 

"You are almost like my elder brother." She said, unintentionally stressing on "almost". She declared how happy she felt, sitting there with me and again begged me to spare some time for her every once in a while, "Just like today, please?" so that she could get used to life without me. I did not have the heart to refuse. Besides, I was now getting strongly aroused by her. I made up my mind to try to seduce her and give her what she was begging for.

So started a long series of meetings ("dates" as she called them) in restaurants and coffee shops after office hours in the weeks before my departure to my new posting in another city and also months thereafter, whenever I visited the company headquarters in Mumbai every fortnight or so. In fact the meetings became more regular after my transfer, since I stayed at the company guesthouse on my visits to Mumbai and hence did not have to give explanations to my wife for coming home late. We of course took great care not to arrive or leave together so as not to arouse any suspicions (although nothing suspicious actually happened in those meetings). 

The general pattern of the meetings was always the same – she would be very happy, animated, playful, chattering away like a teenager. She would share office gossip, tidbits about her family & kids and so on. She would flirt outrageously and soon start displaying all signs of being sexually aroused, giving me come-hither looks while continuing to restate her protestations that her interest in me was purely Platonic. This naturally left me totally confused and frustrated. 

For example, once she told me that her father had died when she was very small and her eldest brother had raised her. She was spoilt and pampered (her own words), being the youngest and the only girl in a family of boys. She then told me how she looked up to me as she would to her elder brother. 

"In fact, I once decided to tie a Rakhi*** on your wrist on Raksha Bandhan day, but then decided not to do it." She said, looking at me through her eyelashes. 

"Why didn't you do it then?" I asked. 

"Well, I only said you are like my brother, but you are not actually my brother. I don't want you to be my brother!" She responded.

"What do you want me to be then?" I asked, feeling far from brotherly. 

"Ohh… Just a friend." She said coquettishly.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"Well… a very, verry goood friend…" She answered, blushing.

"Don't you know very well I don't look upon you as my sister? Maybe you can be my girlfriend and maybe something more." I told her. She blushed again and didn't reply.

And so it would go on. She would continue to pretend that she wanted us to be "just good friends" while her body language clearly showed that she was sexually aroused in my company. I would tell her in a roundabout way that I wanted us to be more than a mere "friends" but she would pretend not to understand. 

I was getting more and more frustrated since this relationship was not going anywhere from my point of view. She was a complete enigma. Either she was a cock tease who got a kick out of stringing me along or she was completely confused about her real feelings for me. The seduction I hoped for never seemed to materialize. The tension continued to heighten with every meeting, until one day something snapped in me.

Author's Notes: 

**"Mangalsutra" is a necklace made of small black glass beads interspersed with gold beads, threaded on to a gold chain. It is generally worn by married women in southern and western India as a visible symbol of their married status, rather like the wedding band worn on the ring finger in the West.

***"Rakhi" is a silken thread tied by sisters on the wrists of their brothers on Raksha Bandhan day once a year, as a symbolic reaffirmation of their sisterly love. By accepting the Rakhi, brothers reaffirm their commitment to protect their sisters' honor. It is not unusual for women to tie Rakhis on the wrists of unrelated male friends / acquaintances, establishing an adoptive sister / brother relationship with them. Occasionally, a girl might offer a Rakhi to an unwelcome suitor to discourage his amorous advances.

My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 02-03



Author's Notes: 

*"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair". 

To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01 of "My Chakkar With SC" before reading on.

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My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 02-03



"SC, are you protected? I mean... about pregnancy..." I asked, trailing off sheepishly, hoping that she was not like my wife, who left the entire responsibility of birth control to me. 

"Of course not!" She replied, and my heart sank. "You think I came prepared for this?" She shot back. 

"No, no... that's not what I meant." I stammered. But SC appeared unconcerned. 

"Well, what has happened has happened. Now it is in God's hands. If I become pregnant, I will bear your son." She said. She seemed to be absolutely sure that it would be a son and not a daughter. She then walked out, nose in the air.

I was on tenterhooks, waiting for her call, wondering what I would do if she in fact became pregnant and decided to bear my child. But God was kind to me. About a fortnight later, SC rang me up long distance on my direct line while I was having lunch in my office one day. She started chattering cheerfully about everything except what I was waiting for. 

"Any news?" I cut her off with a brusque question. 

"About what?" She responded, feigning ignorance. 

"You know very well what I am talking about." I replied, getting impatient. She finally took pity on me. 

"My you-know-what started yesterday night." She whispered. 

"Are you absolutely sure?" I asked. 

"Of course I am sure, silly. I have been having them for 20 years. Are you happy now?" She giggled. Waves of relief washed over me. 

"Oh, thank God for that!" I exclaimed. "Now listen, please go on the pill immediately. I don't want any complications in future." I told her. There was silence at the other end. 

"Hello... are you still there?" I asked.

"Yes" She said.

"Well?" – I

"Well what?" – SC

"You know what." – I

"Mmmm... I'll think about it." – SC

"Don't think. Act." I said and hung up.



My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 04



Author's Notes:

*"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair".

To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01 to 03 of "My Chakkar With SC" before reading on.

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It was a few weeks after my last phone conversation with SC. I checked into a hotel upon my arrival in Mumbai on tour (in a different hotel, just as a precaution). I called SC and suggested a meeting that evening, giving her the details of my hotel room. She sounded rather remote and impersonal and appeared reluctant to meet me. She agreed after a bit of persuasion, but added a condition. 

"I don't want to meet in your room. Let's meet in the coffee shop, as usual." She said. 

I was a bit puzzled by her strange mood, but agreed with her suggestion. 

"SC is everything OK?" I asked. 

"Yes, OK." She replied cryptically and hung up.

She looked agitated when she walked into the coffee shop. Her face was drawn and there were dark circles under her eyes. Her usual chirpiness was missing. All the same, her eyes had lost none of their inner fire and looked devastatingly sexy as they flashed in anger. 

"What's the matter?" I asked after she sat down. 

"How can you ask such a question, you heartless pig? You led me astray! I have not been able to sleep for the past so many days." She said, voice choked, close to tears. She was getting hysterical. I was sure she would soon precipitate a big scene if I didn't do something fast. 

"SC, this is not the place to talk about these things. Let's go to my room. I promise I won't even touch you if you don't want me to, trust me." I said. I wrote down my room number on a piece of paper and gave it to her, then quickly got up and went to my room, leaving her behind, uncertain about what she would do next. 

I didn't have to wait long. There was a sharp knock on the door. She barged in as soon as the door was opened and launched into a tirade even before I could close it after her. I listened impassively, trying to make sense out of the torrent of words pouring out. It soon became clear that she was having a severe attack of conscience. 

Basically, she was feeling guilty about having been unfaithful to her hubby and she held me responsible for it, quite forgetting her own proactive role by outrageously flirting with me and leading me on. From her frequent references to "pleasure not being the most important thing in life" I got the curious impression that she felt the guilt all the more sharply because she had derived so much pleasure from our dalliance, something her hubby had not been able to give her. I was mystified by this belated attack of conscience. She had seemed to be quite gung ho about our relationship the last time we were together, when she had not only promised to be my woman, she in fact had appeared to be completely unfazed by the possibility of becoming pregnant with my child.

I had fought with my own demons after that memorable afternoon, but I didn't hold SC responsible for my actions; nor did I feel any guilt now. The way I rationalized it, my affair with SC was an absorbing diversion, to enliven the monotony of sex with my wife. I also knew that in return, I had given SC something she had not experienced before and would perhaps never get from her husband: sexual fulfillment. As for my wife, so long as she did not come to know she would not be hurt. I couldn't see any harm; after all I was not about to forsake my wife. 

SC had willy-nilly succeeded in awakening the devil in me. I had derived such intense pleasure fucking her that I was not about to give it up. In fact I started getting hard even as I listened to her. I was determined to take her again and keep her mine. But first, I had to make her snap out of her hysterical tantrum. So I rudely cut short her flow of words by giving a light but sharp slap across her cheek. This was so sudden and unexpected that she fell silent, stunned. 

"You bitch! You forget that you gave yourself to me. You are mine now. I took you that day and I will take you again anytime I want. Don't you dare refuse me!" I said, pulling her roughly towards me. I grabbed her by her hair, pulled her face up and kissed her on her mouth, sucking her full lips into my mouth. Muffled cries rose from her throat for a while and then she fell silent. 

She was a different person the moment I released her. All fight had gone out of her and I could see lust in her eyes; the eyelids had become slightly swollen and fine reddish threads could be seen against the whites of her eyes. Her bosom rose and fell in time with her quick, shallow breathing. 

"Don't fight me, honey. I am going to take you and you are going to enjoy it. Yes?" I asked.

"Yes…" She whispered back, after a little hesitation. 

I pushed my hand under her pallu and stroked her breasts. My hand moved lower and caressed her bare belly. All the while, she continued to look at me, hypnotized by my gaze. I pulled her sari out, tugged at the drawstring of the petticoat and undid the knot. Both my hands moved around her waist and worked the petticoat over her hips. Her sari and petticoat lay pooled around her feet, the pallu still incongruously pinned to her blouse. My hand pushed under the waistband of her panties until my finger found her slit. Her pussy was hot and wet. She let out a soft moan and held her breath expectantly as my finger slowly moved up and down her slit, not going in. 

I stopped and commanded her, "Show me your breasts!" 

Obediently, she unpinned her pallu and let it drop. Then she slowly unfastened the hooks of her front opening blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. She reached behind and unhooked her bra, slipping it off. All this while, her eyes gazed at mine and a strange half-smile played on her lips. Then she pulled her shoulders back slightly and thrust out her bare bosom, offering it to me. I looked at her with questioning eyes, my hands still. She grasped my hands in hers, slowly raised them and rested them on her naked breasts. I obliged her, fondling her breasts, pinching and suckling on her nipples, taking my pleasure at a leisurely pace. She kept uttering soft, mewling sounds in her throat as I suckled and caressed her breasts.

"Have you started on the pill?" I asked. She shook her head in the negative. 

"Why not?" I asked. There was no response. She just hung her head.

"You have been a very bad girl. You know I hate using condoms. So, today I will teach you to suck my cock and make me cum in your mouth. If you want my cock in your pussy, you better go on the pill from tomorrow. OK?" I asked.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Yes, what?" I asked.

"I will start on the pill from tomorrow." She said obediently.

"Good!" I said. "But first, the punishment for being such a bad girl. Come here, lie down across my lap." I ordered, sitting on the bed. I pulled down the panties, exposing her buttocks. I slapped her buttocks half a dozen times, hard enough to sting but not so hard as to hurt badly. She uttered a muffled cry every time a slap landed and her eyes were moist when I helped her up again. 

Then, I stood up and made her kneel before me. Under my directions, she unlaced and took off my shoes, then unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers and eased them off too. Finally, she pulled down my briefs and freed my cock. I sat down in an armless chair and she knelt between my knees. I held her by her hair and guided her mouth slowly to my cock. As taught earlier, she gently pulled back my foreskin and then proceeded to lick and kiss my cock head while caressing my testicles with her hand. My cock quickly became fully hard and sticky fluid started to leak out. 

I held my cock with one hand while I continued to hold her by her hair with the other. I slowly moved my cock all over her face, cheeks, forehead, eyelids… Her lips opened slightly as I drew my cock across them and then I slipped my cock inside her mouth with a twitch of my hips. Under my guidance, she started to lick and suck my cock, trying to take it in as far as she could. I started to fuck her mouth with shallow thrusts of my hips, not pushing it into her throat. She would need some time and practice before she learnt to take it in her throat and I didn't want her to choke on her first attempt at fellatio. Her naked breasts jiggled in time with my movements. I quickened my thrusts as my orgasm built up until suddenly I started to squirt semen into her mouth. She was startled and pulled her head back, my cock slipping out of her mouth. A few squirts of semen landed on her face.

She showed no revulsion at my ejaculating in her mouth and on her face. She quickly got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned she was carrying a wet napkin. Again, she squatted between my knees and proceeded to clean me up as I had taught her. She had already cleaned herself up in the bathroom. 

"Did… did I make you happy?" She asked shyly. 

"Yes honey, you made me very happy. You will soon become a damn good cocksucker." I told her. I was indeed pleased with her. 

"Did you like the taste of my semen?" I asked. 

"Umm… It was just OK, I guess. I think maybe I will grow to like it." She said. 

"The next time, I am going to push my cock in your throat all the way and I want you to swallow my semen. Will you do that for me, honey?" I asked. She again nodded an affirmative. 

"Good girl! Now just lie back and relax. Today I'm going to give you a nice finger fucking. But the next time you better be on the pill, because then I'm going to ram my naked cock into your pussy." I told her.

Then I made her lie across my lap with her thighs spread apart. I finger fucked her with three fingers while stimulating her clitoris with my thumb and brought her to climax two times in fifteen minutes. Her eyes were wet with tears as she lovingly looked at me.

"Ooh Sam… it was so wonderful. I feel like a complete woman now. Thank you…"

"Sshhh…" I shut her up by covering her lips with mine. But she hadn't finished what she wanted to say. After a while, she disengaged her lips from mine and pushed my face away a little so that she could peer into my eyes. 

"I am so sorry I behaved like a bitch. Please forgive me." She said.

"It's OK, honey. I understand. Don't apologize please." I consoled.

"I didn't mean all the mean things I said to you. It's just that I was so confused…" She trailed off as I hugged her. "But I am very clear now. I am your woman. I belong to you." She finished.

"Honey, I'm so sorry that I slapped you and used force to... please forgive me." I said.

"Oh no, Sam! Thank God you did that! Otherwise I would have gone home confused, frustrated and dissatisfied. Your slaps really cleared my mind… and they made me so hot too! Mmmmm…!" She responded, lightly rubbing herself against me.

"SC, I am sorry to bring this up now, but you know me; I hate false pretences and I don't want you to expect something from me that I can't give you. So please listen carefully and don't get upset." I said.

"OK, I'm ready." She said, after pausing for a while and taking a deep breath.

"I've have had some of the hottest sex in my life with you. I am totally infatuated with you. But as you know, I'm a married man with two kids and I love my wife. You too are married & have two kids yourself and I'm sure you love your family too. There is no question of my leaving my wife & kids for your sake. I hope you understand." I said.

"And…?" She prompted.

"We can continue to meet like this for as long as you and I both want to. We can enjoy each other's company and have as much intimacy as we want. But neither of us must make any demands that can't be fulfilled without affecting our marriages. Can you live with that?" I finished.

"What if I said no?" She asked.

"Well, in that case this would be our last meeting." I said with a finality in my voice that left her in no doubt that I was deadly serious. She closed her eyes and seemed to be in deep thought. She opened them again after a long pause. 

"In the last few weeks you have turned my life topsy-turvy. My mind has been in a whirl. My body is now awakened, as it never was for the last thirty years. You are like a drug. I have become addicted to you. I can't do without you. I have given myself to you completely. I'll take whatever you can give me." She replied. 

"Honey, I am honored. I'll give you such pleasure that you cannot imagine. I promise you." I responded.

We kissed and cuddled for another half an hour before she finally dressed and kissed me goodbye, hurrying home. She was in a post-coital daze, relaxed and happy, humming under her breath.



My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 05-07



Author's Notes:

*"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair".

To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01 to 04 of "My Chakkar With SC" before reading on.

*****

SC called me long distance on my direct line during lunch hour one day. I'd been busy with my work and had not had time to even think about her. I'd just returned to my office after a long meeting, to pick up papers on my way to another appointment when the phone rang. She'd caught me just at the right time. 

"Hello… busy?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." I responded.

"Ummm… well, I'll be quick. Can you make it to Mumbai on the weekend following the next?" She queried, a suppressed excitement in her voice. My heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched in my shorts. 

"Well, let me think… I suppose I can arrange something. What's up?" I inquired.

"K is going to be out of town on a training course and I'm arranging to send the kids to my sister across town for a weekend with their cousins. So I'll be able to get away from Sat noon to Sun morning. Don't miss this chance!" She replied & called off. "K" of course was her hubby.

Since I was a senior executive by then, it was no big deal to arrange a business visit to Mumbai. Some time back, I had changed jobs and now worked for another company. My new employer didn't have a guesthouse in Mumbai hence the hotel bill could be charged to my employer, a considerable relief. Also, now that SC and I didn't work for the same company, any residual guilt I had about having a relationship with a junior colleague also had vanished. 

I returned to my hotel before noon. The meeting in the morning with a customer had gone well and had ended earlier than expected. I casually sauntered through the shopping arcade of the hotel, killing time. In a showcase I spotted a heavy oxidized silver necklace done in tribal style and on an impulse bought it, along with a matching silver anklet. The anklet had tiny silver bells that tinkled when it was shaken. I returned to my room and waited expectantly for her, heart beating a little fast. 

It was a quarter past one o'clock when there was a knock on my door. About time, I thought as I opened the door. She breezed past me and I closed the door after her. There was something different about her but I couldn't quite put my finger on it, except that her shabnam bag seemed to be heavier than usual. 

"Please excuse me." She said and disappeared into the bathroom. 

I did a quick double take when she emerged after ten minutes. Wow! Did she look different! Stunning, as a matter of fact. She had changed into a plain white sari with a red border, the kind known as a pooja sari in Bengal. The pallu though, was draped in the Coorgi style: it was drawn snugly across her bosom, passed under her left arm, around the back and then came down her right shoulder, to be secured in place with a tiny brooch. The intricate design on the pallu of the otherwise unadorned sari was displayed down her front. 

She wore a matching white blouse, quite unlike the conservative ones she usually favored. The blouse was at least a couple of inches shorter than usual, the sleeves were very short and the neck was cut rectangular and wide – the shoulder strips on either side of the neck were hardly an inch across. The Coorgi style pallu left a generous expanse of her flawless brown skin uncovered. Darker areas of her skin clearly marked the neck opening of her usual conservative blouses. The gentle swell of the tops of her high breasts and a hint of cleavage could be seen above the horizontal neckline. Well-padded collarbones and a softly beating pulse at the base of her throat made her look utterly feminine and vulnerable. 

She wore no ornaments except a few green glass bangles – she had taken them all off, including the mangalsutra that proclaimed her married status. She wore just a hint of a very pale lipstick, a small red bindi on her forehead and a touch of eyeliner that highlighted her sexy eyes from which she had taken off her glasses. Her hairstyle was different too – her long, thick, unbraided hair had been looped around and secured in a loose chignon. She wore jasmine flowers in her hair. She stopped a few feet away from me and slowly pirouetted around, showing off. 

"How do I look?" She asked coquettishly. 

"Wow SC, you look fantastic! Ravishing! Mmmmmh!" I blew her a kiss. She blushed prettily. I advanced to take her in my arms but she stopped me. 

"Just a moment." She said. Then she produced a small box from her handbag and held it open before me, waiting expectantly. It contained sindoor, the vermilion powder that women in the northern and eastern parts of India generally wear to signify their married status. I took a pinch of sindoor and applied it in the parting of her hair. 

She surveyed herself in the mirror behind me and sighed, 

"Now I am happy. I feel so secure..." She shut her eyes and stood close to me, unmoving. I savored her proximity, breathing in her fragrance. She looked so serene and yet ravishingly attractive and sexy, she took my breath away. 

As I gently caressed her face and hair, her breathing became irregular. My hands slowly moved down the sides of her neck and on her shoulders at an unhurried pace, savoring the touch of her glowing, satiny skin. My knuckles lightly moved across her exposed upper chest. She started to moan under her breath. I pulled the shoulder straps of her blouse & bra down her arms. Her plump, creamy shoulders and the full upper chest were now bare. I bent and kissed her shoulders one by one. Then I pushed my hands inside her blouse & bra, cupped her breasts and eased them out till they pulled free and jutted out of the neck opening of the blouse. 

"Aahh… hold them tight. They have been aching for your touch." She begged. Her breasts filled my hands as I squeezed them rhythmically. 

"Harder…" She whispered. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and then pinched them hard till she cried out, "Oui Ammaaa!" 

I bent and held her full lower lip between my teeth, then nipped it hard. A scream rose from her throat but was muffled by my mouth covering hers. I tasted her blood and went crazy with lust. I pushed her down and made her kneel before me. She unzipped my fly and pulled out my erect cock. Pulling the foreskin back, she started licking my cock head. Her lips closed around my cock as she took it in her hot mouth, sucking it. She pushed forward and I felt her throat against the tip of my cock. She was getting good at sucking cock. But right now I wanted something different. I pulled my cock out of her mouth.

"Have you…?" I started to ask.

"Yes." She interrupted me before I could complete my question, understanding instantly that I was going to ask about birth control pills.

"Good girl." I said.

I quickly shed my shoes & clothes. My cock sprang free as I slid my shorts down. I pushed SC back and made her lie on her back on the carpet. I pushed her sari & petticoat up around her hips, exposing her panties. They were soaked at the crotch. I pulled them down and eased them off her legs. I could clearly see her pink, wet inner lips winking out from under her thick, curly pubic hair. An irresistibly heady aroma of female musk rose from her open pussy. 

I bent forward, held her thighs apart, buried my nose in her pubic thatch and inhaled deeply. It was wonderful! I tried to get at her inner lips with my tongue but her thick pubic hair kept getting in the way. She was moaning aloud by now and jerking her hips in frustration as her pubic hair came in the way of my pleasure-giving tongue. 

"Hold it open!" I commanded. She spread her outer lips and held them apart with her fingers, allowing me unhindered access. I was now able to lick up and around her pussy, enjoying the salty taste and strong but pleasant aroma of the sticky, slippery juices oozing out. Right at the top of her slit was the hard, red bud of her clitoris. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard. She immediately had a wild orgasm, bucking her hips and letting off a long moan. She was still shuddering as I moved up and kissed her, making her taste her own pussy juices. She licked my wet cheeks clean while I kneaded her breasts. Her eyelids were swollen with lust; she was breathing hard. 

"Honey, now I am going to properly fuck you." I told her. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, I jack-knifed her thighs against her chest, positioned my cock at her pussy entrance and pushed in. In a couple of hard shoves, my cock was buried into her up to the hilt. Her pussy was hot, wet and tight around my cock. She held me tight against her as I started to fuck her hard, SC moaning and grunting in time with my thrusts. Squelching and slapping noises filled the room and her hot breath blew on my face as I pumped her pussy. 

"Yes yes yes… harder... take your prize... make me your slave..." She babbled incoherently as I kept ramming into her. 

Finally I ejaculated deep inside her pussy and collapsed on top of her. She straightened up her legs under me as my shrinking cock slipped out of her pussy. I kept lying on top of her, my full weight resting on her body, my face buried in her long, thick, fragrant hair that had worked loose and spilled around her face. She didn't seem to mind my weight and kept gently caressing my back. After a long while, I woke up. Our sweat had dried and her skin stuck to mine. As I raised myself up, her breasts peeled away from my chest.

She gave me a shy smile as I looked into her eyes. She got up and set about tidying herself up. Her breasts were still sticking out of the neck of her blouse and she started to put them back in. I stopped her and asked her to take off her blouse & bra, which she did. There were deep welts on her breasts where the edges of the blouse and bra had dug in. I massaged them with the flat of my hand, trying to soothe the sore skin at the welts. Her nipples immediately perked up and stiffened. I laughed and flicked them with my fingernails, hardening them further. She playfully slapped my hand away, got up and went into the bathroom, wrapping the pallu around her shoulders while I got up and lay on the bed, still stark naked. 

She returned with the customary wet napkin and gently wiped my cock and balls clean. She handled it like the experienced woman that she had become by now. She then bent down and started to plant little kisses and licks on my flaccid cock. 

"Just a moment." I stopped her. I took out the heavy silver necklace from my briefcase. Her eyes widened with pleasure when she saw it. I pushed the pallu off her shoulders and my eyes feasted on her pretty bare bosom again. I put the necklace around her neck, reached behind her and fastened the clasp. I pulled her close and we embraced tightly, her breasts flattening against my chest. 

"Thank you, Sam." She murmured as my lips closed over hers. I held her at arms' length and admired the beauty of her smooth, dusky skin, as the oxidized silver necklace dully gleamed against it, my fingers teasing her nipples. 

"There's something more." I said as I fished out the anklet from my briefcase and shook it before her eyes. She smiled in delight, her dimples deepening, not uttering a word. I sat down on the dressing stool and she daintily raised the hem of her sari, placed her right foot on the stool between my legs and offered me her ankle. I fastened the anklet around it. 

She playfully shook her foot to make the little bells tinkle; then her toes started playing with my cock. She squealed happily as my cock started to harden & get bigger. I pushed the raised hem on to her thigh and started kissing around her raised knee. I reached between her legs and my fingers started to stroke her pussy lips. Her breath caught and she started moaning again, standing frozen like a statue, one foot resting on the stool, eyes closed in concentration, enjoying the sensation of my fingers playing with her pussy.

I withdrew my hand and licked the glistening fingers, then rubbed them on her lips, slipping them in her mouth as she opened it. As she sucked my fingers clean, I pulled her down and made her kneel between my knees. 

"Honey, I'm going to fuck your mouth now. Today, you'll learn to take my cock in your throat, OK?" She shook her head affirmatively. She peeled back my foreskin and started to lick my cock. I held her by her hair with one hand, guiding her mouth over my cock, while tweaking her nipples with the other. Then I raised my hips, thrusting in till my cock contacted the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled back a little. After giving her a moment to recover, I pushed in again a little deeper, and held my cock in a while longer before pulling back. I pushed in again even deeper as she recovered her breath. She seemed to have overcome her gagging reflex as we established a rhythm and she timed her breathing with my thrusts. I pulled out completely, my cock wet with her saliva and my pre-cum. After making her lick and suck my cock head for a while, I started pushing my cock in and out of her throat a little faster, holding her head with both hands. I felt my orgasm coming, pulled out of her throat and spilled my semen in her mouth. 

She too had sensed my orgasm coming and started to swallow my semen as soon as I started to ejaculate. She kept sucking my cock till it deflated, so that no semen leaked out. She snuggled up against me as we lay in bed and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

We woke up after a short but refreshing nap. In the afterglow of an exhilarating sexual union, we shared some of the most intimate details of our lives. From those confidences, I was able to piece together a picture of her family background and life with her husband.

She had been brought up in a puritanical family where no mention was ever made of anything remotely connected with sex. She had had no sexual experience before marriage. She had never even masturbated. All her knowledge about matters sexual was derived from whispered confidences shared with her female friends, who were about as ignorant as her. Although she spoke of her husband without rancor, as she would speak about a clumsy child, apparently her hubby was an awkward, clumsy oaf who had no idea about how to arouse and satisfy a woman, and perhaps didn't care. He too was a virgin when they were married, as she was. His sexual technique was limited to furtive groping with lights switched off, a few thrusts aimed in the general direction of her pussy followed by a quick ejaculation that allowed him to turn on his side to fall asleep. He was otherwise a simple, dutiful, kind if rather boring and unexciting person and a devoted husband and father.

SC told me that she and her hubby had never seen each other naked and she had never touched his penis. Her hymen did not break until several months after their marriage, during an unusually vigorous coupling. She had been rather distraught on discovering bloodstains on the sheets next morning, after her hubby had gone to work, but had taken it in her stride. She had not even thought it necessary to tell him about it! Her hubby was not highly sexed and the frequency of their couplings was about twice a week in the first year of their marriage, gradually tapering off to once every few weeks. 

"See, I was such an innocent, un-spoilt girl, happily married. Then you came along and seduced me – no – raped me and corrupted my morals! You beast!" She complained, her hand caressing my thigh possessively.

"Well, I plead guilty as charged. But let's not forget that it was you who hitched rides in my car and led me on, batting your eyes and flirting with me. And did I ever force you to come into my hotel room? And tell me honestly, didn't you get the greatest thrill of your life when I first shoved my cock up your pussy?" I demanded.

"Yes. I did." She whispered.

"But if you wish, even now, you can walk away. I can't stop you." I countered, gently kneading her breast.

"Alas! It's too late now. You have made me your slave. I cannot live without you. I need you so bad sometimes, my body aches for you. What magic spell have you cast on me?" She sighed in response.

"Why did you take off your mangalsutra when you changed into your new sari?" I changed the subject. 

"Because I belong only to you when I am with you and so I am wearing sindoor in your name. It makes me feel so safe and secure…" She explained. She swore that her heart, mind and body belonged only to me and it was only some bad Karma in her previous birth that had caused her to marry another man. Then she showed me her hennaed palms. My name had been woven into the intricate pattern of the mehendi (henna); so cleverly had it been done that one had to really look closely to find it. (It is customary for women to have their husbands' name written on their palms.)

Clearly, wearing my sindoor and having my name written on her palms meant a lot to her. This was her way of coming to terms with the extraordinary fact that in addition to her hubby she undeniably had to accommodate me in her life, since she couldn't live without me. Well, if that's what she needed to do to keep her sanity, I wasn't going to complain. I was flattered and humbled by her complete and unconditional acceptance of my intrusion in her life. 

*****

My Chakkar with SC Ch. 06

There was a knock on my door – the waiter had just arrived with our food. SC hurriedly scooted off to the bathroom while I put on my dressing gown and opened the door. SC emerged after the waiter had left. She had tidied herself up, tied her long hair in a knot and refreshed the sindoor in the parting of her hair. The pallu was wrapped around her shoulders and her breasts bounced and jiggled under it as she walked – in her hurry, she had left her blouse, bra and panties lying on the bed. 

We sat side by side on the couch and enjoyed a leisurely meal of rice, chicken curry and fried pomfret. I lovingly fed her little morsels of fried fish with my fingers and she licked them clean with dainty thrusts of her pink tongue. I wiped residual oil off the plate with my fingers and held them before her lips. She declined with a sideways wave of her head. I pulled the pallu off her shoulders, once again uncovering her pretty little tits. I wiped my fingers on her breasts, smearing oil on her nipples. Then I bent and suckled on her erect, shiny, fishy smelling nipples as she giggled and urged me on. 

She sat sideways on my lap and we ate strawberries & cream for dessert, pushing strawberries into each other's mouths using our lips and tongues and licking excess cream off each other's lips. She placed an arm around my neck for support, so that she wouldn't slide off my lap. This brought her open armpit close to our noses and we both smelt the strong musk wafting up – there had been hours of hectic lovemaking & sweating after she had bathed that morning.

"Oh my God! I must take a shower immediately!" She exclaimed, blushing furiously and starting to get up. But I held her on my lap and asked her to hold both her hands over her head. I bent and buried my nose in her thick underarm hair, inhaling deeply. 

"Aahhh… What a heavenly smell!" I exclaimed as my cock twitched to life again.

"God! You are impossible, you animal! Let me go." She put up a brief, half-hearted struggle before surrendering to my demanding lips and hands roaming over her body.

I noticed that her lower lip was swelling up – the after effect of my love bite. I inspected her lip tenderly and found that there was a little cut inside her mouth. There was no bruise visible from outside, thank God! I wrapped an ice cube from the mini fridge in my handkerchief and gently applied it to her lip. She purred like a kitten, luxuriating in my tender ministrations. A drop of cold water suddenly fell on her bare chest, startling her. 




My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 05-07



Hmm! That gave me an idea. I positioned my ice filled handkerchief so that the next drop would fall on her nipple. She held her breath and concentrated her attention on the water drop as it formed under the handkerchief, exhaling only after it detached itself and fell on her nipple. Her nipples hardened, aureole puckered up and she shivered deliciously under my icy assault. I alternately rubbed the cold, wet, ice filled hanky on her nipples and then sucked them into my warm mouth, lightly biting on the hard buds. She kept writhing and moaning and then suddenly held her breath and went rigid as she hit a powerful orgasm. I was amazed – I had not even touched her pussy!

She sat cross-legged on the carpet, her back against the bed, pallu again demurely covering her delightful breasts. I lay sprawled on the carpet, my head in her lap. She ran her fingers through my thick, black hair, fingertips lightly massaging my scalp as we exchanged intimate banter. She would occasionally lean forward and deeply inhale the odor of my scalp, planting little kisses on my hair. 

"Mmmhh… I love your smell. So nice, so manly…" She murmured. She buried her nose in my hair again and took several deep breaths. 

"I am just storing up your smell, so that I can remember it when you are away from me." She explained.

"You are most welcome. But shouldn't you be storing up the smell of my crotch too?" I teased her. She slapped my thigh playfully at my suggestion but then leaned over and tried to sniff my crotch. It was too far away. So she reached out to my cock, pulled back the foreskin and played her fingers over the moist head. Then she brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed appreciatively.

"Mummy, I'm hungry!" I said, turning my face towards her. She pushed aside her pallu, held a comely breast in her fingers and fed the nipple into my mouth; I suckled on it as if I was a nursing baby. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm sensations shooting down from her nipples to her pussy. I could hear her heart beating faster as she became aroused again. I let go of her nipple, stripped off her clothing and shrugged out of my dressing gown; then we lay down naked in bed.

"SC, I am going to teach you to masturbate. I want to see you play with yourself." So saying, I started to finger her pussy, which quickly became wet. Then I grabbed her hand and guided her fingers into her pussy and taught her to pleasure herself. 

"Close your eyes and imagine that they are my fingers." I encouraged her. While she fingered her pussy, I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb, until she reached another climax. 

"Do this whenever you need me and I'm not around, OK?" I said. We continued with our pillow talk after she recovered from her high.

"SC, tell me... When did you first notice me?" I asked.

"Ohh… all the girls noticed you on our very first day in office." – SC

"All the girls? How do you know?" – I

"Oh, I could see that special look in their eyes when they were looking at you. Women are very perceptive in these matters, you know. And besides, you really are a very noticeable man!" She giggled. 

"Later on, when we became friendly, we used to discuss all the men in the office amongst us. A couple of unmarried girls in fact quite openly said they had the hots for you." She let out a secret.

"Wow! That's nice. Makes me feel great, in fact. Why don't you introduce me to them? I don't mind making them happy!" I responded playfully. 

"You think I am a fool? In fact, I felt a twinge of jealousy just listening to them talk about you in that way. I wanted to shout at them that you were mine!" She replied, possessively burying her face in my chest.

"OK, OK honey! Just joking! But I really want to know only about you. When did you really notice me?" I persisted. After a long pause, she replied, 

"When I look back, I think I fell for you the very first time I set my eyes on you… hook, line and sinker, as they say. Although at that time, I couldn't really understand what was happening to me. I used to pray that I should get a chance to come close to you… then my prayers were answered and the special assignment came along… I used to be so excited whenever I was close to you… my heart used to start beating fast, I used to become breathless, my blood sang in my veins… I used to feel so alive…and… and… I used to get wet… down there… I don't know how to describe my feelings…"

"In other words, you used to get sexually aroused?" I asked.

"I… I don't know about that. I suppose so, as I look back now. But at that time, I didn't know anything about… these things. My husband never made me feel that way, you see… so how was I to know? When I was with him, I only used to do my duty as a good wife, as I have been taught to do, to make him happy. And I did give him two wonderful children! I was quite happy with my life until you came along and turned me topsy turvy, inside out!" She replied. Even after so many hours of intense sexual congress with me, she was still coy about using the proper words to describe what had happened between us.

She had submitted to hubby's infrequent bouts of passion with passive equanimity, "doing her duty" as she put it. Obviously, both of them were fertile enough, judging by the fact that they had had two kids within six years after marriage. Until the time we first met, she did not have any expectations and hence was not conscious of any disappointment or dissatisfaction with her sex life. She would have in all likelihood continued to live life in a colorless, monotonous if a little fractious marriage if fate had not suddenly thrust me into her consciousness.

In retrospect, it is amazing how either of us got entangled in this affair and thereafter remained so intensely involved for so long. By and large, SC was a practical, levelheaded person, well in control of her life, just like me. In spite of this, she fell for me. Well, I suppose what attracted her to me was that I was everything that her hubby was not: ruggedly masculine, with the square, muscular build of a weight lifter; bright, assertive & ambitious, a natural leader and a very successful, fast rising executive. Moreover, it is well known that women do get attracted to men of power & authority even if those men happen to be old, paunchy & smelly.

On my part, I think that apart from being flattered by her flirtatious attention, to begin with at least I was drawn to SC because she had a very strong sensuality that came through in spite of her efforts to camouflage it. Also, she was such a contrast to my wife: SC was plump, of medium height, a bit small busted and had a dark brown complexion while my wife was tall, fair, slim, full busted and strikingly good looking. If variety is the spice of life, SC provided me with all the spice I needed. 

What made SC even more desirable was the fact that she was forbidden fruit, being another man's wife and also a junior colleague working in my office. In fact, both of us were running a very high risk in pursuing our affair. The consequences of discovery would have been disastrous both for our personal lives as well as our careers. Knowledge of that danger added its own kick to the heady cocktail of intoxicants I was imbibing. 

In addition, my wife consistently refused to go on the pill or take any other measure for birth control, always insisting on my using condoms. For me, this undoubtedly attenuated the keen edge of pleasure in my love play with her. Since SC agreed to go on the pill with a minimum of fuss, I could dispense with condoms when I was with her. Our couplings had a spontaneity and skin-on-skin intimacy that made them infinitely more pleasurable. 

But above all, SC's eyes had such unconditional love and adoration for me, she was so effusive with her praise, so full of gratitude to me for having slaked her sexual thirst, so eager to please me; she made me feel ten feet tall. For me, just being with her was a heady ego trip. That was perhaps the real secret of the longevity of our relationship.

******

My Chakkar with SC Ch. 07

I slowly woke up from my short nap, feeling pleasantly warm between my thighs – I found SC's lips & tongue playing with my half erect cock. 

"Aaah…" I sighed as I spread my thighs and nudged her head into my crotch. Soon, she succeeded in making my cock fully erect, foreskin pulled back and the head wet and angry red. Once again, I positioned her on her back, a big pillow under her ass. I jack knifed her thighs against her chest, positioned myself between her thighs and threw her legs on my shoulders. I mounted her and started to rub my cock against her wet slit. She reached between our bodies and guided my cock in, sighing contentedly as it sank in fully and my pubic bone rested against her clitoris. 

My left hand went under her and held her by her shoulder while my right hand fondled her breast and tweaked her nipple. Holding my cock steady deep inside her, I kissed her, our mouths open, our tongues playing with each other. As I slowly started to draw my cock out, she clutched it with her pussy muscles, holding it tight, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She relaxed her grip as I pushed in once again, only to clutch tightly again on the outward stroke. This was the first time she had consciously used her vaginal muscles and the effect was heavenly! We continued in this fashion at a slow, leisurely pace for a few minutes, her eyes tightly closed as she concentrated her attention on tightening and releasing her hold on my cock. But then I sensed her grip on my cock loosening a bit. Apparently, her pussy muscles were tiring out - we'd need to make them stronger by giving them more exercise! 

I pushed right in and stopped moving, my cock hard and snug in her hot well. She opened her eyes after a while, and looked at me expectantly. I held my hips still and played with her nipples, a half smile on my face. She moved her hips against mine, trying to stir me into action, but to no avail.

"What?" She murmured.

"Say it!" I commanded.

"Say what?" She asked.

"What you want." – I.

She looked a bit confused, then said, "Do it!"

"Do what?" – I asked, my hips not moving.

She jerked her hips in frustration, but I was steady as a rock. Seeing no escape, she finally said, 

"Fuck me! Please fuck me!", averting her gaze as she said it.

"That's better!" I said. Finally I had succeeded in making her utter the F word. I could immediately sense more blood surging into my already hard cock, making it swell further as it lay buried inside her pussy. 

"Don't stop. Keep talking dirty to me." I prompted. 

"Oh Sam, please fuck me with your hard cock… tear me open… fuck me so much that I never need to be fucked again…" She started blabbering and jerking her hips against mine. 

I started pumping her pussy again, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm, thrusting my cock in up to the hilt, withdrawing until only the head remained inside and then thrusting in again. I didn't want to rush; I wanted to prolong the pleasure as much as I could. But her dirty talk had really lit a fuse inside me. I lost control to my rampaging cock and pretty soon I was slamming hard into her. Her anklet tinkled rhythmically in step with my thrusts. Both of us sweated profusely and grunted with abandon as I continued like a jackhammer until I felt I was going over the edge and ejaculated inside her. The sensory overload was too much for her to bear and there were tears in her eyes as she too climaxed.

The last coupling had utterly drained and exhausted us both. We had no strength even to clean up the wet mess we had made. We just fell asleep.

I am a habitually early riser. I woke up at half past six in the morning next day and found SC sleeping peacefully by my side. Her face was unlined and her complexion was a flawless deep brown. The swelling on her lower lip had subsided and was barely noticeable. She looked like an innocent young girl, except that the sindoor in her hair parting had smeared out on her forehead, a reminder of the previous night's debauchery. I knew she had to be at her sister's place by lunchtime to pick up her kids, so I gently nudged her awake. I ordered tea and we spent a leisurely half hour sipping tea in bed. 

We took a shower together. I soaped up her body and gave her a thorough rubbing down, paying particular attention to areas behind her ears, her navel, the valley between her breasts, the crack of her ass and of course her pussy and pubic hair. I tried to pinch her nipples, but they kept slipping out of my grasp. I then applied shampoo to her hair, rubbed the suds deep into her scalp and rinsed her off till the hair squeaked. 

SC too enjoyed soaping and massaging my body, concentrating her attention on my pubic hair, my balls and of course my cock. Under my guidance, she cleaned my cock head after pulling back the foreskin. While warm water sprayed on our bodies, she knelt and sucked my cock, quickly making it hard. She started to move her head back and forth while holding my cock at the base, wanting to give me an orgasm. But I had other ideas. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and helped her up on her feet. 

"Today, I'm going to fuck you standing up." I explained.

"Oh no, Sam, please… I am so sore down there!" She pleaded. But my hard cock would not take no for an answer. 

"Don't deny me, honey. I have to have you now." I said. I swept off all stuff lying on the counter top, spread a towel and seated her on it. I pushed her back so that she leaned against the mirror. I raised her thighs and rested her feet on the edge of the counter, on either side of her body. This spread her outer pussy lips wide and I could see her inner lips. They were indeed inflamed and deep red, almost purple in color. I probed them with my finger and it was immediately coated with her slippery juices. 

"See! Your pussy too needs my cock! Yes?" I asked, showing her my wet fingers and then continuing to probe her pussy.

"Yesss…" She responded, leaning her head back, closing her eyes and thrusting out her breasts.

I held her by her thighs, positioned my cock at her hole and commanded, "Look at me!"

As she opened her eyes, I held her gaze with mine and rammed my cock in with a hard shove. 

"Ooofff…!" She responded as her breath was driven out explosively. 

I was refreshed and vigorous after a good night's sleep and a shower. My testicles and prostate had worked overtime and I was fully charged. She was warm, wet and naked, her pussy was splayed open and her breasts enticingly thrust outward. There was an indescribable look of raw sexual hunger in her passion-reddened eyes, raising my excitement to fever pitch. I could not hold back anymore. 

I took my pleasure, ramming her pussy with hard, deep, violent thrusts, not caring one bit for her sore, aching pussy, until I climaxed and started spurting semen deep at the very entrance of her womb. SC was an amazing woman. From being a complete novice, in a short time she had turned into a well-tuned sexual instrument, sensitive and responsive to my smallest touch or merest gesture. No wonder then that she too immediately followed with her own shattering orgasm.

At last, she had had enough. Although exhausted and in a post orgasmic daze, she pushed me off of her with a great exercise of will power as well as physical strength. My still hard cock was pulled out of her pussy with a sucking sound and my thick white semen started to leak out on the towel she was sitting on.

"Go! I must get ready now. Else I'll never be able to leave!" So saying, SC pushed me out of the bathroom and locked herself in. When she emerged after a good half an hour, she was dressed in her usual style – conservative blouse, print sari, no makeup other than a bindi, mangalsutra around her neck etc. Her long, thick, straight, damp hair hung unbraided down her back, gathered together at the nape of her neck by a clip. There was a small but conspicuously visible amount of sindoor freshly applied on her forehead at the hairline. A barely noticeable inflammation of her eyelids was the only outward sign that hinted at the orgy of sex we had experienced in the last few hours. She looked stunningly attractive and sensuous. 

She handed me a bundle – her soiled clothes, including the special sari and blouse that she had changed into after arriving in my room. 

"I can't take these clothes home. They smell of you. Could you please get them washed somewhere, darling?" She asked. 

"Sure." I said, unfazed.

"And oh, I forgot. I can't take these either. Do keep them safe for me to wear when we meet next." So saying, she handed me the silver necklace and anklet that I had given her.

"No problem." I said, "But you never told me whether you liked them!"

"Of course I did, my darling! Didn't I tell you?" She said as she came close, clung to me tightly and planted a light kiss on my lips. "But now, I must go!"

"Just a moment. Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked.

"What?" She asked. I turned her so that she faced a mirror and pointed to the sindoor on her forehead.

"Well, I'm a married woman. Haven't I the right to wear it?" She asked archly. 

"Yeah, sure. But do Kannadiga women wear sindoor? What will your sister think?" I persisted.

"Sam, this is Bombay, not Mercara or Dharwad. Nobody will say anything. And if my sister thinks it is strange, let her. I don't care and I don't owe her any explanations." She said and then jauntily walked out of my room. 

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My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 08



Author's Notes:

*"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair".

To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01 to 07 of "My Chakkar With SC" before reading on.

*****

My long affair with SC continued; we kept meeting on an average once a month whenever I visited Mumbai on business. We were extremely careful to meet in total secrecy. As I have described earlier, our meetings usually took place in anonymous rooms of large, busy hotels near the airport whose normal clientele were transit passengers and where the hotel staff would be unlikely to remember us. Even so, I never chose the same hotel for two consecutive meetings. We mostly met in the evenings after office hours. While most of our meetings lasted just for a few hours, on a few occasions (some of which I've described before) we were able to spend a longer time together. 

SC awoke intense passions in me and drove me to such heights of creativity and performance that I sometimes marveled at my own sexual appetite, stamina and endurance. However, I can honestly say that our relationship, although illicit, did no harm to anybody: not even to SC's hubby, or to my wife (although I daresay that they would be completely traumatized if they came to know of our Chakkar even today). I never neglected my wife in any way on account of my affair with SC. In fact my wife was a happy beneficiary of my heightened sexuality and renewed vigor, though she remained blissfully unaware of the real source of my inspiration and energy. I guess I am just a naturally polygamous man who is at his best when servicing many women!

Although married and a mother, SC was a complete babe in the woods in sexual matters when she first met me. Her hubby's occasional and clumsy gropings had merely awakened SC's dormant sexuality, without leading to fulfillment. This had resulted in a strange sense of unease, an unfulfilled longing that made her edgy and waspish, although she didn't understand the cause. She used to snap at her hubby over minor things, without quite knowing why. This unsatisfied sexual appetite also drove SC to throw herself at me, although her conservative upbringing caused her contrariness, inability to recognize her own needs and refusal to surrender herself to me. But once I had forcefully overcome her initial resistance, SC proved to be an amazingly adept, willing, even enthusiastic student and partner, quite comfortable with her own newly acknowledged sexuality. Once I started satisfying her physical needs on an ongoing albeit infrequent basis, her shrewish behavior towards her hubby also abated. In fact their relationship became happier than ever before.

While our relationship was primarily based on a gut level physical attraction, it was by no means confined only to sex. SC was a very practical and down to earth person; falling for me was perhaps the only thing she ever did that was out of character. Early on, I had discovered that she had a sharp, savvy mind and keen powers of observation and inference. She also had a sound money sense and I profited by following her advice and suggestions on making investments. She also continued to provide me inside information on the happenings in my old company and this too proved to be very useful on many occasions. 

Over the years SC started to take her job seriously. In fact she became quite career minded when she found that she could match her wits with many of the young B-School graduates who started to join my old company in droves as executives. I suppose that the need to provide for a good education for her kids in the face of setbacks suffered by her hubby in his career also had something to do with it. She many times sought my advice and opinion in matters related to her career as well as family, including education and career choice of her children. I know that she and her family benefited by my advice. While she never could break through the glass ceiling, she eventually did rise to become a middle level executive. Not an inconsiderable achievement for a woman rising from the ranks without a business management degree.

Her love and adoration for me never waned. She always made me feel special. She took a keen interest in my career, encouraged and supported me during tough times and took great pride in my many successes. In truth, she became in some ways closer to me than my wife.

After having agreed to my terms for continuing our relationship, SC never made any demands on me; she accepted whatever I was able to give her with good grace. She was a proud, self respecting person, not at all the submissive, doormat type. We always talked on equal terms and she never hesitated to voice her views and opinions. Even so, she became totally submissive when it came to sex. I was always amazed to see her transformed from an articulate, self-confident career woman to a lust-crazed female eager to do my bidding at the merest hint or a gesture from me. Clearly, she took pleasure and pride in satisfying my lust. 

SC had no hang-ups and never refused me anything. With her, I explored newer and wilder ways of achieving sexual pleasure. Over time, I think I did everything with her that a man could do with a woman, things I would not have dreamt of doing with my wife. It's not as if my wife was inhibited or a stuck up prude. It's just that aside from being my kids' mother, my wife had a natural dignity and reserve and a Madonna like grace that discouraged me from attempting some of the kinkier acts that I dreamt up from time to time.

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Once, SC came up to my hotel room in the early evening. The room was on the third or fourth floor and the window faced west, looking out onto the swimming pool below. It was the month of December and the sun was low on the horizon, shining directly into my room. We stood at the window, looking down; SC was leaning out a bit and I stood behind her. The hotel staff was busy arranging tables by the poolside. Apparently there was going to be a poolside party later in the evening. A few couples were frolicking in the pool. Some of the girls were wearing rather brief bikinis. They appeared to be enjoying the extra attention they were attracting. 

"Just look at them! How shameless!" SC observed. 

"Ah, yes! But see how they are enjoying themselves! I think most women have an exhibitionist streak in them, but are restrained by their inhibitions. What do you think?" I commented.

"What nonsense! No respectable girl would like strangers to look at her in that way. They must be call girls or something!" She replied.

"Oh, I don't think so. Call girls normally don't waste their time like that. Nor can they afford to swim in five star hotel pools. No, I can bet they are just regular upper or middle class girls having fun at their fathers' or boyfriends' expense. I think most girls as well as married women love to be noticed and appreciated not just for their beauty and smartness but also for their sex appeal. In fact according to me, married women tend to dress more provocatively than unmarried girls, since they've lost some of their inhibitions after having slept with a man. Don't you agree?" I said.

"You are impossible! You know very well what you're saying isn't true. You are just trying to provoke me! And, how come you know so much about call girls?" She asked, rising to the bait.

"Well, just look at yourself! Don't you think there's been a distinct improvement in the way you dress after we started sleeping together?" I asked, conveniently ignoring the bit about knowing call girls. 

It was true. She had started to pay more attention to her appearance and there had been a subtle but noticeable change in her hairstyle, the cut of her blouses (shorter, tighter fitting, deeper necklines…), the choice of her saris & the way she draped them, all making her look sexier and more attractive than ever before. 

She blushed at my compliment and replied, "Well, I feel so much better about myself nowadays… and I like to please you. I'm glad you noticed!"

"There you are! Of course you are dressing to please me. But you also want the whole world to know how sexy, desirable you are. In fact you always wanted to, but were too shy. Tell me honestly, wouldn't you like to be in the place of that girl at the pool and have men drooling over you?' I teased, pointing at one of the girls in a skimpy white bikini. 

"No! Never! What if somebody recognized me? I'd die of shame." She replied vehemently.

"Aha! So, what you are really saying is that you don't want to be recognized, but would still love people to admire your assets!" I laughed at her discomfiture. I casually put my arms around SC's waist and leaned into her, nuzzling her neck. 

"Shoo… are you crazy? Somebody might see us!" she said and tried to wriggle out of my arms, but I held her tight. Actually, she was right. If somebody looked up, we would certainly be visible, although perhaps not recognizable since we were at quite a height. 

"Well, I daresay you have a better pair of breasts than that teenager at the pool! Wouldn't you love to show them to that dark guy with a moustache down there?" I continued with my train of thought, gently caressing and kneading her bare belly, rubbing my crotch against her ass. 

"No… no… uhh…" She responded. She was slowly getting aroused.

"No? Really? C'mon, be honest…" I whispered into her ear and gently licked her earlobe. I pulled the sari out of her petticoat and undid the knot of the drawstring, pushing her petticoat down. My hand now roamed freely over her soft, warm belly, occasionally straying over her panties.

"No... ohhh…" She was moaning now, her eyes fixed on the man I had just pointed to. I suddenly had an idea. I fished out a scarf and tied it so that it covered her lower face, but left her eyes clear. Now, she would be not recognizable even to someone having a pair of binoculars. 

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed. 

"Relax SC! Now your face is covered, so nobody's going to recognize you. Go ahead and do it!" I encouraged her.

"No… no… no way!" She kept protesting, but her inhibitions were weakening.

"Just look at him! He's just waiting to peek at your breasts. And you are dying to show them to him! Isn't your pussy getting wet at the thought?" I provoked her, my hand lightly moving over her panty covered mound. I could sense her excitement building as her breathing became irregular and her heart raced.

"Just do it!" I commanded. I knew she was ready, and just needed a little encouragement.

She seemed to be in a trance. With unsteady hands she removed the safety pin securing her pallu in place and let it drop. I continued to massage her belly, now pushing my fingers occasionally inside her panties and running them through her pubic hair. I didn't touch either her pussy or her breasts. She slowly opened the hooks of her front opening blouse and then shrugged it off her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the dark man by the pool. Then, she reached behind and unhooked her bra and pulled it off too. Her torso above the waist was now completely naked. She pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out, holding her breath. By this time the sun had already set and it was quite dark, so no one could actually have seen anything. 

"Wow! SC, you have a fabulous pair of breasts. You have made that guy Nagappa so hot and horny; he's come up here and is standing behind you. He is going to take his pleasure with your breasts now…" I said, pulling a name out of thin air. 

She was really into the game now and getting quite a kick out of it. I massaged, squeezed and fondled her naked breasts one after the other. Her nipples were hard and erect and felt like pencil erasers as my palm passed over them. I rolled and pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and bit & sucked on her shoulder. She was writhing and moaning, rubbing her ass against my crotch. She turned her head and sought my mouth with her lips, but the scarf tied on her face came in the way. She reached up and impatiently pulled it away and then kissed me wetly, our mouths open and tongues playing with each other. Curiously, she made no effort to turn around. She continued to face the window, in her own mind showing her treasures to the crowd below! I pushed her panties down her hips, so that she was fully naked. With one hand I reached between her legs and ran a finger up and down her drooling slit, while continuing to knead her breasts with the other.

"See how much you are enjoying Nagappa play with your breasts! You'll even beg him to fuck you!" I exclaimed.

"Ooohh…ooohh… aaahh… aaahh…" Her moans were now more like subdued groans, and I continued to torment her breasts and pussy until she finally begged, 

"Please… please fuck me… ". 

Suddenly, floodlights were switched on at the poolside and the whole area became brilliantly lit. Light reflected upwards was bright enough to illuminate us standing at the window. I hastily pulled her back from the window into the protective darkness of the room. There had been a brief moment when SC's naked torso and her breasts being kneaded by me standing behind her could have been seen by anyone looking up. This drove our arousal to an even higher pitch. I made her kneel on the floor facing the bed, her head and chest resting on it. I quickly took my clothes off and knelt behind her, my cock fully hard and erect, fluid seeping from the head. I pushed her knees apart so that her pussy was open and accessible. A copious amount of pussy juice had oozed out and trickled down her inner thighs, making them slick and shiny. I gathered some up with my fingers and applied it to my erect cock. I positioned my cock at her hole and held her by her hips.

"Nagappa is going to fuck you now!" I said as I forced my hard cock in with one mighty shove. Her pussy was fully wet, slick, ready and waiting to get fucked and my cock rammed home, facing no resistance. I continued to fuck her with hard, deep, rough strokes, holding her shoulder with one hand while pushing the other hand under her to knead her breasts. Her head was turned sideways and eyes were tightly shut as she concentrated her attention on the magical sensations emanating from her pussy, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy. Her hips thrust back to meet my lunges and accept my cock even deeper. She was so highly aroused that in a very short time, she climaxed, while I continued to use her pussy for my own pleasure. A while later, I felt my orgasm approach. I grabbed both her breasts and squeezed hard, simultaneously biting down on her shoulder as my cock spurted semen deep inside her. Then I collapsed over her, panting and sweating like a pig. I felt her heart hammering against my chest and she continued to moan and whimper as she gradually descended from heaven down to earth. On her face was a half smile and an indescribable look of pleasure and satisfaction.

This was one of the few times I had fucked her from behind, doggie style. I prefer the face-to-face fuck: it affords a better look at my woman's face and I like to see the breasts move fluidly in time with my thrusts and also feel her hot breath on my face. But this time I did it from behind as I wanted to preserve the make-believe that it was the imaginary Nagappa who was fucking her. Even so, it was one of the most pleasurable couplings I had had with her. 

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My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 09



Author's Notes: 

*"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair". 

To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01- 08 of "My Chakkar With SC" before reading on

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Upon my arrival in Mumbai one day, I called SC at her office and suggested a meeting in the evening. Normally, she would be eager to meet me and would in fact complain & sulk if there was too long a gap between our trysts. But on that day, she seemed reluctant although she would not directly say no. Her voice sounded a little hoarse too. With a lot of cajoling & pleading, particularly when I explained that we would not be able to meet again for the next several weeks, she finally agreed. 

She walked in wearing a conservative sari, her long hair tied in a bun, wearing jasmine flowers. She wore a bindi on her forehead, a mangalsutra indicating her married status and sindoor in the parting of her hair. The sindoor symbolized her commitment to me, although only the two of us knew its true significance. Of course she also wore her trademark bangles from wrist to elbow. 

When she came closer, she looked a bit tired, her eyes watery & a little reddish, face flushed – she looked so vulnerable; like a little girl, in fact. Then I realized why she had been so reluctant to meet – she was having a little fever. I could smell fresh toothpaste on her breath; apparently she had brushed her teeth just before coming to meet me. Oddly, the fever made her look even more than normally sexy. I had an instant hard on the moment she put her hand on mine. 

I pulled her close and bent to kiss her, but she turned her face away and said, 

"No no, Sam, I am feeling so sick... my breath must be stinking. Please don't kiss me. I am not in a mood to do anything today. Can't we just sit and talk?" 

So we sat side by side and she snuggled close to me. Her body was hot; she must have been having at least a 101 degrees fever. I put my arm around her shoulders and started gently caressing her face, shoulders and arms with the other hand. When my hand moved over her breasts (she was fully clothed), she stopped me. After a lot of hemming and hawing she finally blurted out that apart from the fever she was also having her period; her breasts were very tender and she was having menstrual cramps. 

I immediately felt a rush of tenderness and comforted her as I would comfort a child. I wanted to soothe her stomach cramps and so started gently to rub the strip of exposed belly between her blouse and sari. This seemed to relax her and she adjusted her position to allow my hands better access to her tummy. She closed her eyes and seemed to doze off as I continued to caress her belly. But soon, I sensed a change in her breathing – it was turning fast and shallow and she had started to moan under her breath. She was in fact becoming sexually aroused! I swear I had not touched her anywhere near her sensitive parts, only trying to soothe her cramping stomach.

I loosened the drawstring of her petticoat and pushed the sari down a bit so that almost her entire belly was open to my ministrations. I continued to caress and fondle her stomach, not touching any other part of her body, although once in a while my hand strayed a bit more under her petticoat and I could feel the sanitary napkin inside her panties. I made no effort to reach down into her panties.

She continued to moan softly under her breath for a while until suddenly, almost as if a light had been switched on, her eyes opened wide. She put her arms tightly around me and started kissing and rubbing herself against me. 

"Ohh Sam! I need you so badly. Let's do it right now!" She whispered urgently.

This sent a jolt of electricity through my body and my cock that was half aroused all this time became fully erect. She quickly disentangled herself from me, went to the bathroom and returned in just a couple of minutes. She was still fully clothed, but had taken off her glass bangles, remembering the mishap they had caused in one of our earlier encounters. 

She lay down on her back, hitched up her sari, opened her thighs and beckoned me with her eyes. She had removed her panties and sanitary napkin and washed her pussy – there was no blood to be seen. I too had in the mean time taken off my trousers & shorts, although I had had no time to take off my shirt. I put a pillow under her hips, bent her legs at the knees, pushed her thighs up and knelt between her open legs. Her pussy was wide open and wet. The combined smell of her menstruating pussy and fevered breath overlaid with the smell of fresh toothpaste was indescribable – it was one of the sexiest smells I have ever experienced. 

Her naked thighs felt hot against my hands and thighs as I positioned my cock at her pussy and rubbed it up and down her slit. My God! Her pussy was burning hot! I pushed in my cock a little till the head was just nestling in her inner pussy lips. It was as if I had put my cock inside an oven. I wanted to ram my swollen cock in, but considering her fever I was very gentle and slowly pushed it in her hot burning pussy right up to its base.

As I started stroking my cock in & out, her pussy felt hot, wet and squishy, like bread pudding, not tight and muscular like it usually felt, perhaps because of her fever or maybe because she was having her period.

"Ooh Sam. Yes yesss… fuck me harder!" she whispered in my ear. She kept moaning "unh… unh… unhh..." rhythmically as I kept stroking my cock into her hot, wet, blood-engorged pussy. Because of the heat my cock felt as if had swollen to a much bigger size than usual. 

As my fucking became more vigorous, her breathing became even faster and shallower. Then she suddenly broke into a fit of coughing. Boy oh boy! Every time she coughed, her pussy gripped my rod hard. This was unbelievable. I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that sex could be so intense! Her hot, wet, blood engorged pussy gripping my cock rhythmically as she coughed drove me wild. Losing all thought of her fever and her period, I started ramming my cock deep into her until I finally had one of the longest, most intense orgasms of my life. She immediately followed with her orgasm. She held me tight in her arms and kept flexing her pussy muscles to grip my still hard rod for a long time, till she fell asleep. When I finally pulled out of her, there was blood at the base of my cock and blood & semen all over her sari, petticoat and the pillow under her hips. 

I felt really guilty for having fucked her when she was not well and was also having her period but she had no problems with that. She told me later that in fact she became well in a couple of days and her period also ended much quicker than usual. She said all this happened because of the injection I had given her, and she would always come to Dr. Sam when she had such a problem in future! 

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My Chakkar* With SC Ch. 10



Author's Notes: 

*"Chakkar" is a multipurpose colloquial Hindi word, in the present context meaning "affair". 

To get the best out of this story, I suggest that you should read Ch. 01-08 of "My Chakkar With SC" before reading on.

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Those days I was in the process of giving up smoking. I had been a smoker for more than 15 years and had acquired a persistent cough, although my annual medical examination didn't show up any serious damage. For some time, I'd known about the mounting evidence of the deleterious effects of smoking, and finally, one day I decided to give up. 

Although I prided myself on my strong will and self discipline, I found the going extraordinarily tough. Lady Nicotine is a possessive mistress and was loath to let go of an old lover. I was determined not to fall into the trap of taking up snuff or chewing tobacco as an alternative as some of my other smoker friends had done (only to resume smoking and continue with chewing tobacco as well). I tried to chew gum to keep my mind off cigarettes, but soon got a jaw ache. 

Finally I hit upon a solution. I took to keeping a clove in my cheek or under my tongue and sucking on it once in a while, when I felt the urge to smoke. I rather liked the pungent taste and there was an added advantage that it kept my breath sweet smelling and also (supposedly) fought off tooth decay. There were other unexpected spin-off benefits that I will describe shortly. Soon, I became habituated to having a clove in my mouth except when I was eating or sleeping, and this habit persisted long after I had shaken off my addiction to tobacco.

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"Have you been chewing cloves?" SC asked me. It was perhaps a couple of weeks after I had smoked my last cigarette. She had just entered my hotel room, dropped her purse and shabnam bag on the floor and walked up to me. 

"Yes. Do you like the smell?" I responded. 

"Mmmm... nice!" She replied, sniffing my mouth. Then she held my head in both her hands, stood on tiptoe and kissed my lips. I put an arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders and pulled her close. I opened my lips and my tongue started playing with her lips and tongue. We broke off our kiss after a while. She pulled her head back a bit and peered into my eyes.

"You still have it in your mouth, don't you? I can taste it!" She exclaimed.

"Well, why don't you find out?" I challenged her. She immediately started to put her finger in my mouth, but I stopped her.

"No, no SC! That's not allowed. You cannot use your fingers." I said.

"Why not?" SC asked.

"Those are the rules of the game. You can only use your lips and tongue. And you are only allowed two minutes." I replied firmly. 

She rose to the challenge and tried her best, exploring my mouth with her tongue for the elusive clove. I chivalrously allowed her a few extra minutes, but with great reluctance I eventually had to declare that the time was up.

"I win. You lose!" I said, showing her the clove that I had positioned on the tip of my tongue, and she sportingly accepted my verdict. 

"Cloves are really hot and pungent. I don't know how you can tolerate them in your mouth all the time." She commented.

"Well, I enjoy hot and spicy things, as you know." I said, winking at her. "And now, for the winner, his prize!" I declared.

"And what might that be?" She inquired quizzically.

"Hmmm... let me think. How about those pretty little tits of yours?" I queried.

"OK, come and get them!" She said, pushing me back, escaping from my arms and running to the other side of the bed, her eyes sparkling. I spent the next few minutes chasing her around, until I eventually caught her with a flying leap and both of us landed heavily on the bed, out of breath, panting and laughing. I pinned her down, holding her hands over her head. She felt wriggly, soft and nice under me. The horseplay had further aroused both of us. I humped my hips against hers.

"Now, are you going to give me my prize?" I asked fiercely.

"What if I said no?" She asked provocatively. I immediately grabbed her blouse at the neck with both hands and made a tugging motion, as if I was going to rip it open.

"Wait, you animal!" She exclaimed. "I don't have another blouse. How can I go home in torn clothes?"

"Well, in that case, you better surrender my prize yourself." I demanded. I then got off of her and helped her up in a sitting position on the bed, her feet resting on the carpet. As I stood close in front of her, she slowly stripped off her sari pallu, blouse and bra until her beautiful breasts were bared for my eyes to feast on. All the while, she hypnotically gazed into my eyes. She then grasped both my hands and rested them on her bare breasts. Her breasts filled my hands nicely as I held them. 

"Take your prize." She whispered. 

Then, holding me by my forearms, she leaned back and lay on bed, pulling me down on top of her. I stopped my descent by extending my elbows forward and resting them on the bed on either side of her torso, while retaining my hold on her breasts. I then spent quite some time leisurely enjoying my prize, squeezing and fondling her breasts, tweaking her tight, hard nipples while she moaned and writhed, her head thrashing from side to side, eyes tightly closed. I closed my lips around her nipple and sucked on it while she held my head and pressed it into her breast. Her nipples were wet and shiny with my saliva when I finished. Her eyes were inflamed and full of lust, her lips parted and she was panting. 

I slid down her body till I was kneeling in front of her, while she lay on bed with her feet on the carpet. I raised her sari and petticoat above her hips and tugged down her panties to expose her bush. Then I nudged her thighs apart so that her gash split open before me, glistening wetly. Without my telling her, she reached down and held her outer lips apart with her fingers so that I could reach her inner lips without being hindered by her thick pubic hair. I started licking her inner thighs and worked my way up slowly, until I reached her pussy and licked up and down, tasting her fragrant, salty juices. 

Her hard, red little clitoris winked at me from the top of her slit. I reached up and gave it a little lick. The effect on SC was electric. She jerked her hips up and uttered a cry "Ahhh!". She was close to climaxing, but not there yet. I maneuvered the clove from my cheek on to the tip of my tongue and then pressed it on her clitoris. Then I closed my lips around her bud and sucked on it, bringing the clove in close contact with it. After having been in my mouth for more than an hour, the clove had become soggy and had lost much of its pungency. Nevertheless, its residual heat was sufficient to bring SC to a shattering climax that she remembered fondly a long time afterwards.

"AAAAhhhhh!" She screamed joyfully and kept jerking her hips against my face until she finally climbed down from heaven, completely drained. But I wasn't done yet. I stood up and stripped off my trousers and shorts, freeing my hard cock. I knelt on the bed straddling her, my knees on either side of her chest. I put a couple of pillows under her shoulders and head so that she was semi-reclining. I lowered myself till the back of my thighs and my testicles lightly rested on her soft, warm belly. I held my cock in my hand and slowly rubbed its wet head across her velvety breasts, stroking her nipples with it. I slowly moved up and finally slipped my cock between her waiting, half open lips, testicles and the back of my thighs now lightly resting on her breasts. I started thrusting my cock into her mouth as her lips and tongue worked on it. In that position, my cock could not go too deep inside - she could just about take in the bulbous head and a little of the shaft. Nevertheless, in a short while, I climaxed hard and pumped my semen into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed it all, licking up the residue from my cock as it eventually shrank and slipped out.

As we lay on bed in each other's arms, SC confessed that that was the most intense orgasm she had ever had and the pungency of the clove was what had really worked the trick.

"You know, even your semen smelt of cloves. I loved it. Why didn't you think of chewing cloves before?" She asked.