2 comments/ 36154 views/ 17 favorites East Joins West By: mitchawa Sara looks at her sleeping husband, but she's day-dreaming about another man, a white man with flecks of gray in his other-wise brown hair. He's handsome in a western way, with a muscular upper body, and a smile that sends shutters of desire through her. His presence is that of a sage, a sage that exudes the sexual prowess of Kama, a sage she believes can satisfy her cravings. In her dream she sees him cup her ass in both hands as his cock glides repeatedly into her chamber. She sighs quietly, "Yee," each time he touches the bottom of her tunnel. He holds her off the bed with just her shoulders and beautiful brown face touching the bed. She wiggles her hips excitedly as his white cock slips back and forth between the black thatch of hair covering her haven. He beams at her thrilling face, and tits' shaking to and fro in rhythm with his gentle pushes. For years and especially since her marriage her desire to be satisfied by a handsome, older man has increased. His linga, much larger than her husbands, probes to a depth and width of immense pleasure. The joy of her contracting uterus is overwhelming, and her body goes stiff as she climaxes," Yeeeh, yeeeh, yeeeh!" He gently lowers her to the bed without leaving her pussy. Their wet skins glisten in the dull light of the bedroom as they cuddle while she's impaled and he's incased. "That was wonderful. I knew you would give me the ecstasy I've always wanted." She kisses his hairy chest. He doesn't speak, but jerks his cock within her. She giggles. "That tickles. "It's supposed too." He kisses her long black hair, and runs his hand over her petite and rounded derriere. Waiting a minute, he drags a finger along the crack of her ass. She giggles again. "You make me feel so special." "You are special." He rolls on to his back, pushes her to a position where he can place his face between her smallish breasts. "You have perfect tits." He nuzzles between them. "I'm glad you like them but there little." "They're perfect." He moves his mouth to a nipple. He sucks and runs his tongue over it." "Oh that feels so good." "I'm glad you like it because I'm going to suckle for a long time." He switches to the other nub. She sighs continuously as he adores her tits. He sucks her nipples harder and harder, and rolls them between his fingers until she sits upright becomes rigid and climaxes moaning, "Yeeeh, yeeeh, yeeeh!" As she calms, he pulls her body until her breasts are above his head, and he raises his body placing his weight on his feet. "Ride me, ride me hard and fast." With her forearms beside his head, she bucks wildly sliding up and down his erection. He grabs her hips moving her faster and faster along the length of his shaft. It doesn't take long before all her sex organs are convulsing, and she cries, "Oh Kama, I'm on fire for you; I'm coming, "Yeeeh, Yeeeh, yeeeh!" He rolls them to their sides. He grasps a breast and pummels her with his long, hard staff. "Raise your leg." He commands continuing to hammer his shaft into her oozing pussy. Releasing her tit he moves his hand to her clit and swirls his finger in circles. Sara is floating on the edge of an orgasm and falls into the bliss of an orgasm at the same time, he jabs his jizzcum into her well-prepared cavity. He comes with a groan, "Aaaaugh." At the same time, she climaxes, "Yeeeh, yeeeh, yeeeh!" She wakes from her dream as her husband turns onto his back. * * * Malic and Sara Patel arrive in Atlanta, Georgia in early June 2010. They've been married two years. The marriage was arranged in the Indian tradition, and was unusual because Sara was twenty-three and Malic was forty-four at the time of the wedding He waited from the time of their engagement, when she was sixteen, for her to complete her schooling as stipulated by her parents. She earned a BS and MS in Indian and World History from Jain University. A large dowry was paid in installments over the seven year period, as he worked in high positions in the computer science industry in Bangalore. Sara spent two years in a sexually unsatisfactory marriage before they moved to Atlanta because Malic had been hired to supervise the computer technology of a Verizon Call Center. His salary was in keeping with his position, and he decided to purchase a condo. Within a week they had an appointment to meet with a representative of the Jerry Brown Century 2100 Real Estate Agency. Sara is smitten when Hal Houseman greets them in the parking lot. He is wearing a blue and white seersucker suit, a white shirt, a dark blue bow tie, white tie, and white shoes. He's Sara's vision of Kama. Tall at about six feet, muscular upper body, slim at about 170 pounds, and handsome with an oval face, high cheek bones, and straight nose, he is all she has dreamed about. He introduces himself and shakes her husband's hand, Dr. Malic Patel, who is slight at five feet six inches. He's good looking with his dark skin, black hair and eyes. He's clothing consists of a tailored blue suit, a light blue shirt, and a red and blue tie. Sara is anxious as Hal extends his hand to her. She takes it trembling. His hand is warm and engulfs hers. She almost swoons as his touch is an electric shock touching all her intimate places. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Patel, and I like your sari as it matches your eyes and complexion," he says surveying her short petite body Mr. Patel grins as the salesman compliments his beautiful wife. "Thank you Mr. Houseman it's one of my favorites." She holds on to his hand. Hal take them into his glass lined office which contains a desk, computer, a phone, anthree chairs. He asks them to sit. "I understand your looking for a condominium." "That's correct," Dr. Patel says in a clipped British accent. "We have a large selection from which to choose depending upon which price range fits your budget. Hal says glancing at Dr. Patel, but looking into the bottomless eyes of his wife. "I'm looking to spend between one-half to one million dollars," he says with a smile and excited expression. Hal turns the computer to face them. "The photos are of the outside of condo complexes and an interior view which will give you some idea of what's available." He moves behind them with a remote and slowly goes through a dozen possibilities. With each view, he briefly describes the location and amenities. "If you have any questions feel free to ask?" "Would you return to the third pictures please?" Mrs. Patel asks in a strong voice with little accent. Hal notices the strength in her voice, the alertness of her memory, and the smell of her expensive perfume. He returns to the slide. "That's the Vining Commons. This particular condo comes equipped with all kitchen appliances and a washer and dryer. The only things you'll have to purchase are window dressings and furniture." He speaks directly to Mrs. Patel watching her eyes for any clue as to her interest. "That's the one I like the best. Can we see it today?" She asks looking directly at Hal, and wondering what he looks like naked. Certainly, it's less than thirty minutes from here this time of day. On the way, Dr. Patel sits beside Hal with his wife in the back. He tells Hal they are from the city of Bangalore, Karnataka. His doctorate was earned at Bangalore University with his degree and dissertation dealt with computer science. He worked for a number of companies in Bangalore, which is one of the major call centers in the country as well as an innovative computer center. At the condo, Hal directs them to the elevators and the third floor. Mrs. Patel gasps at the beautiful lime green wall, contrasting dark brown carpet and white cathedral ceilings. She immediately goes to the windows overlooking the Chattahoochee River. "Malic it's so beautiful and except for the vegetation it reminds me of home. I love it. May we see the remainder Mr. Houseman? Hal led her to the kitchen painted in egg shell white which matched the appliances. "It's designed for efficiency. I like that, and the kitchenette and dining room are so convenient. It's perfect for cooking and entertaining small groups for dinner or parties." She looks at her husband and smiles sweetly at Hal. "It seems you love everything Sara. Do you want to look at the bedrooms?" He asked with a little laugh. "Follow me to the master bedroom," Hal says. The green and brown motif of the bedrooms is consistent with the living room. "The color scheme was selected by one of Atlanta's best interior designers. As you can see this room is large with extra large closets, and another great view of the river and part of down town. Please look into the master bath with its large shower and tub and extra large vanity." "Would you allow me to roam through the bedrooms by myself?" She asks the men. Hal and Dr. Patel return to the living room talking about the décor and layout of the rooms. After several minutes, Sara returns to the living room with tears in her eyes. "I love it Malic. It's so beautiful and well designed." She whispers through her tears. "Can we get it?" "Assuming Mr. Houseman and I can agree on a price, I'll buy it for you my beautiful dove. * * * In about forty-five minutes, a price of $750,000 is agreed upon and the primary paper work completed, and arrangements are made to finish the final documents at the Wells Fargo bank in the Vining Community. The men rejoin Mrs. Patel who'd spent the time exploring the condo room by room. Dr. Patel returns to the room. "Sara, welcome home." She grabs him around the neck and hugs him tightly. "I'm pleased for you. This is one of the premiere residences in town, and to let you know how much I like it, I own one of them on the fifth floor." Has says, looking at Mrs. Patel. "It was very professional of you not to mention that you owned a condo here Mr. Houseman. I appreciate your no pressure approach," Dr. Patel says. "Thank you for your compliment. I try to allow the properties I represent to sell themselves," he says. "Since you've bought the condo, I'm a personal friend of the interior decorator who's responsible for the décor. If you'd like, I can put you in contact with her." "It is beautifully decorated. Malic if you agree I'd like to speak with..." "Rita Fellers is her name," Hal says. "I'd like to talk with Ms. Fellers about furnishing our new home in America." "I thank that would be a good idea. The faster it is ready to be lived in, the sooner we can stop living out of our luggage in a hotel room. I'll give you a budget and you can use it anyway you like." Dr. Patel gives her a smile and a slight nod. "If you give me your hotel or cell phone number I'll have Rita give you a call as soon as possible. Dr. Patel gives him two numbers." "As a way of thanking you for your business, I'd like to take you to a restaurant of your choice. If you're interested what would be a good date?" "That's very kind of you Mr. Houseman," Mrs. Petal says glancing at her husband and smiling sweetly at Hal. "I'd like that very much." "I agree with you Sara. I'd like to have dinner and time to chat." "What day fits your schedule?" She looks at her husband. "Having taken today off, I'd prefer either Friday or Saturday. "Good, Friday would be best for me. I'll pick you up at 8:00. Do you have a preference of a restaurant?" "Why don't you select one since you're more familiar with what's available," Dr. Patel says. "Okay, I'll do that. Also, since we're going to be near neighbors I'd like for y'all to call me Hal. We Americans tend to prefer informality." "I agree with you now that we're in America. My first name is Malic and my wife is Sara." "Great, I'm pleased to know you." He shook Malic's hand and took Sara's when she offered it. It was small warm and clammy from perspiration and trembled slightly as he held on to her. He smiled at her. I'm pleased to welcome you to Vining Commons and look forward to seeing you Friday evening. Holy Molly, I forgot I've got to take you back to the office and your car." Oh the return trip to the office, Sara commented on the beauty of Atlanta, it cleanliness, the volume of traffic, and the lack of pedestrians and bicycles. Hal gave a running commentary on the geography and history of the city, and its importance as a transportation hub and governmental center. Both the Petal's ask him questions. Sara looks at Hal's animated face and listens to his slightly accented baritone voice. She wonders why this man who is probably as old as her husband could have such an effect on her. Why did he appear to her as Kama, the god of erotic love? It's true, she isn't happy being married to Malic because even thought he treats her well, he is still an Indian male who is in charge of the household. For some reason Hal seems to be a much more open and willing to see a woman as an equal and not chattel. She's glad they live in the same building and hopes she'll get to see him on a regular basis. As the Petal's are about to get into their rental car Hal agrees to call Sara's cell when he can set up a meeting with Rita Fellers at the condo. He stands in the hot parking lot watching the rental car drive away, and goes to his office to call Rita. * * * Rita Fellers is a forty-five year old friend with privileges, who happens to be an attractive, petite brunette with oversized breasts. In Atlanta, she has a solid reputation as an interior decorator. She decorated Hal's condo two years before, and later adorned his bed. She is a great piece-of-ass who's passionate about love making. Hal discovered early in their relationship that she had sensitive breasts, and he took great pleasure in massaging them and sucking on her nipples. For someone her age, she found it difficult to find a male with whom to have a lasting relationship, but she enjoys playing the cougar role to the hilt. She likes Hal because he prefers to make love rather than have a quick one night stand. After a diet of young studs she finds Hal a welcome relief. "Hal, it's so good to hear from you, especially since I don't have any plans for the weekend." "I don't either. Why don't you come to my place on Saturday for lunch and an afternoon delight?" "Food and sex that's right up my alley. I'll be there about 11:30. "Before you hang up, I may have a commission for you. The wife of the condo I just sold fell in love with your color scheme, and would like to talk with you about furnishing the property. Could you fit her into your schedule sometime early next week?" "Give me a minute to check my calendar." Hal hears her rummaging around her office. "You're in luck; I'm free all Monday morning. * * * After a delightful weekend filled with sex, Hal and Rita wait in front of The Vining Commons Condo Room 307 for a ten o'clock appointment with Sara Patel. They're chatting and looking at Rita's drawings and sketches of the room when the elevator door opened. Out of the lift stepped a petite young lady with long black hair in a pony tail. She's dressed in three inch heels that show off a pair of shapely legs under a mid-thigh khaki skirt, and a dark green blouse with a low neckline revealing more than a little cleavage. Hal looks but returns to Rita. The young lady walks to them. "Hal, don't you recognize me without of my Sari?" He's stunned. The transformation from a beautiful young lady dressed in traditional Indian garb to a western sex symbol is beyond his comprehension. Her looks also transform his opinion of her from a beautiful woman to the epitome of sex appeal. I'm in love he says to himself. "I...I...am sorry Sara I didn't recognize you in your ensemble. Pardon my embarrassment and allow me to introduce you to Rita Fellers. Sara this is Rita." "Hal's told me about how you fell in love with my color scheme, but he didn't tell me you were so beautiful." "Thank you Ms. Fellers." "Oh please call me Rita and I'm pleased you like what I've done with your condo." "Thank you Rita, I am delighted. Why don't we go inside and talk." She unlocks the door and leads them in. "Let's start in the kitchen. It doesn't need much work, so it won't take us long to discuss." Hal follows along struck dumb by the new Sara. She's not only facially beautiful, but she has a banana shape with narrow hips and breasts slightly large for her petite frame. Her legs are shapely especially in the high heels. I wonder if she looks as good naked as she does with clothes. The women go from room to room talking nonstop. Rita takes notes, makes sketches and suggestions. Hal tags along observing the women interacting. He thinks about how similar they are in form, but yet how different in looks and personality: one is white and the other brown, one is professional and the other excited and effervescent, one is full of ideas and the other is constantly raising questions, one is looking to make a buck and the other wants help in turning her new home into a masterpiece, one he's fucked and the other he wants to fuck. His mind set turns upside down. At fifty-five he's found a woman with whom he could become serious. He no longer sees himself chasing after every pretty face, nice ass, long legs, or big bust. His desire to add another name to his list of conquests is satiated. The need to be the best salesman in the 2100 Century network no longer seems important. For most of his life he's lived to work as a way to make money and live an irresponsible life style. Now he's thinking about work as a way to live the rest of his life with an incredible brown skinned woman. She's a married woman from a different culture, who's at least thirty years younger than he. Is it possible to get her into bed? Can he win her away from her husband? Is there any possibility she's interested in him. Does she believe in divorce? Can West meet East in a meaningful relationship? During the two hour tour, he trails Sara and Rita. He observes everything about her: the way she asks questions, how her voice rises and falls, the way she tilts her head from one side to the other, how she points from item to item, how her hands move as she speaks, how she runs her hands along her pony tail, how she juts her hips, how she places her hand on her hip, the way she crosses her legs, the way her breasts strain against her blouse, the amount of cleavage he can see in different positions, and the way she glances at him and smiles. Both women try to draw him into the discussion, but he can't carry on a conversation, which is strange for a salesman who has never met a stranger, and never stops talking about a property he's trying to sell. However, his responses tend to be, "Yes, no, I like that idea, it looks good to me either way, I'm a man what do I know, and it's up to the two of you." A little after twelve Rita looks at her watch and says, "I have a lunch appointment at 12:30 and have to leave, but I have enough information to create a list of items you'll need, and to make some sketches as to how to arrange the window dressing and furniture." "I'd love you to do that. How long will it take," an excited Sara asks. I'll have catalogue by the end of the week. I'll give you a call. We can see if there's anything you like. In the mean time, go to a number of furniture stores and look around. I'm sorry I have to run." She hugs and kisses Sara and then Hal. "Stay in touch," she says looking at him with a sly grin. Hal and Sara watch her dash out the door. "She likes you a great deal." Sara looks at him with curiosity. "She's just a good friend." He returns her look with a lustful gleam in his eyes. "I was surprised you didn't have more to say during our tour." She cocks her head to one side. "I sell properties not decorate them. There wasn't much I could add to what the two of you seemed to agree upon. I don't have an appointment until this evening. May I take you to lunch?" East Joins West "I would be pleased to have lunch with you." Hal leads her, with his hand in the middle of her back, to the elevators, to the ground floor, and outside to a taxi. * * * Sara's body tingles at the touch of Hal's hand on her back as he guides her to a taxi. "What kind of food do you like? Are you a vegetarian? I've heard many Indians are." "I don't eat much. Soup and salad would be fine." She looks at Hal wanting to please him and to impress him as an Indian woman who isn't tied to her past or her culture. He directs the driver to The Georgian Terrace Hotel. "It'll take about fifteen to twenty minutes to the restaurant depending upon traffic. How do you think the session with Rita went? I thought the two of you got along wonderfully and seem to be on the same page. "I love her and her ideas. I believe the condo will be a show place when we're finished." She looks at Hal wondering if there's a reason why he directed the driver to a hotel. Does he have something beside lunch in mind? "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you when you first arrived? I was surprised to see you in Western style clothes." "While in college I was introduced to these cloths. I haven't much opportunity to wear them since Malic and I married, because he's a traditional Indian male. He expects me to wear a sari on most occasions, but I'm very independent and wore the clothes I thought appropriate for a meeting with an interior decorator and a handsome man." Hal raised an eyebrow at her comment. "Your ensemble certainly changes the way I view you. I originally thought of you as a traditional Indian female, but I was incorrect." "How did it change your view?" She asks leaning toward him. "You're going to make me blush, but to tell you the truth your clothing drastically changed my opinion." "Hal, you're talking in circles." She laughs touching his hand. "How can I say this without seeming too forward?" "Just speak you mind. I don't believe that's a problem for you." "We American's say that first impressions are the best impressions, but in your case I don't believe that's true." He takes a quick glimpse into her cleavage. She smiles observing his roaming eyes. "Okay you've told me what your first impression was, what do you think now?" "I think your outfit makes you look like a typical American women who dresses well and looks sexy." "Thank you that's what I wanted to hear, because I think you're sexy too. For me you're the epitome of Kama." She says blushing. The taxi pulls to a stop in front of The Georgian Terrace Hotel. "That will be thirty dollars," the cabbie says. Hal gives him two twenties. Outside, he guides Sara inside to the Livingston Bar and Grill. They're seated near the windows, overlooking Peachtree Street, by a pretty waitress who leaves them with menus and takes their drink orders. The restaurant is sleek with white walls and differing shades of brown metal tables and chairs. As they look over the menu, Hal asks, "What does Kama mean?" Blushing, she puts down her menu. "You're tall, handsome, have a muscular build, and a nice personality. You the most attractive American I've ever met." "Sara, are you kidding me?" The waitress returns and takes their orders. Hal adds a Dewar's on the rocks to his order. "Hal, I'm not kidding." He drinks about half his Scotch. "Thank you for the compliment, but I'm thirty years older than you." "Age doesn't matter to me. Anyway, I've always liked older men." He laughs, "And I've always liked younger women." She smiles, "I'm a younger woman." "A married younger woman." He sips on his drink. "An unhappy younger married woman." She stares into his eye. "Unhappy?" He asks. "Yes, my marriage to Malic was arranged when I was sixteen, but my parents stipulated that we wait until I graduated from college. I stayed as long as I could until I was twenty-three. By then Malic and my parents agreed it was time for the marriage." The waitress brings their food. Hall orders another Dewar's. They both fiddle with their meals, but don't eat much. "Why are you unhappy?" She pauses. "I'm married to an older man who's tied to his work, has limited sex drive, and has no idea how to please me in bed." She spears some lettuce. "Those are good reasons for you to be unhappy, but are they enough for you to cheat on your husband?" He takes a drink of his Scotch. "Sara, today I began thinking about myself, as I watched you interact with Rita. For the first time in my life I could see myself settling down and getting married. You and your sexy outfit and personality are responsible for that. All I've been thinking about ismaking love with you." "Good, me too," she says enthusiastically. "I thought you brought me to eat at a hotel restaurant so we could have sex after lunch." "I want to do that, but I'm reluctant for a number of reasons. One, you're married. Two, you're too young. Three, I don't think our relationship should be based on adultery." "I don't care about any of those things. I'm a young woman with needs and I'm having lunch with a Kama who can satisfy my wants." She leans forward, and pulls her blouse lower. "I've seen you looking at me; I'd like to show you the rest, and to have your face lying right here." She places a finger in the valley between her breasts. You used that word again. What does Kama mean?" She smiles slyly. "Kama is the god of erotic love." "You think I'm a Kama?" "Yes, and I'd like you to prove it to me." Hal takes his cell phone from its holster and places a call, "I'd like to book a room for this afternoon. Price is not an object. Can I check in by 1:30? Good I'll be there." He closes his phone, sits back in his chair at smiles at her. "Are you satisfied?" "I've never been so excited." "Eat some of that salad. You're going to need the energy." Hal cuts into a pork chop. * * * They take the elevator to the seventeenth floor. Hal has his arm around her waist holding her close. People get on and off the elevator stopping at almost every floor. Sara's anxious and frustrated because it's taking so long to get to their floor. Finally, they get off the elevator and hurry to room 1708. Hal inserts the key into the slot, opens the door, and follows Sara into the room. He takes her in his arms and kisses her. His lips are so soft and smooth and the pressure on her lips is delightful and exciting. She feels his erection through her skirt and his pants, and it sends shudders through her body. His tongue pushes through her lips and there's an electric shock when their tongues touch. She holds him tight, and her tongue dances with his. The tingling in her mouth radiates to her breasts, pussy, and mind. "Hal, you're such a great kisser, she says stepping back and pulling her blouse over her head. As she does so his arms reach around her back and unfasten her bra. As she discards the blouse, she pulls the bra straps down her arms, and senses him slip the cups from beneath her smallish breasts. She's standing topless in front of a man other than her husband, and she enjoys the light in his eye "Beautiful," he says. "But there so small," She lifts the hands to her pert breasts. "Perfectly beautiful." He places his face between her tits, cups her ass pulling her back against his erection. Sara's on fire with Hal's tongue in her mouth, and his hard-on grinding into her stomach. The kiss continues, but with his fingers and thumbs Hal pulls her skirt and panties below her ass. She wiggles away, pusher her garments to the floor and steps out of them. "Beautiful." Hal removes his clothes. He picks her up and lays her on the bed. She smiles as she watches him crawl onto the bed between her legs. Oh, his cock is huge compared to Malic's; I wonder if it'll hurt. She spreads her legs in anticipation of his plunging between the black mat of hair into her soaking pussy. To her surprise, he lies with his weight supported on his forearms, and runs his shaft through her black jungle and pink slit from the bottom to the top. He focuses his attention on widening her lips and rubbing the crown of his staff against her clitty. Each time the length of his tool eases between her vulva lips, he stops to stimulate her love button. "Oh Kama what are you doing me? I've never felt this way before. My whole body is burning and tingling. Oh Kama, oh Kama," she cries and powerful contractions emanating from her clit send wave after wave of pleasure surging through her body. He lies still until her writhing stops. Rising slightly he probes between her pussy lips until the head of his cock slips beneath her inner lips. Sara comes down from her orgasmic high to feel Hal's shaft probing at her opening. Involuntary, she spreads her legs wider enjoying the aftermath of her climax and the prodding of the head of his cock between her vulva lips. She moans, as his crown enters her opening. "Wee, that feels so good." Hal stops and pulls the head of his dick out of her and then pushes it back in. The tip of his shaft is the most sensitive part of his body, and he gets great pleasure from shuttling in and out of her opening. She looks at her Kama and is swept with a different kind of joy as he weaves in and out of her entrance. Hal's staff rocks in and out of her entrance stimulation her sensitive opening. His weaving his crown in and out of her pussy sends sensations surging through her body and she climaxes again, "Weee, wooo, waaa." Oh god, oh god, I've never had feelings like these. What is he doing to me? He rises on his knees and slowly lifts her onto her shoulders and impales her tunnel on his shaft. Sara is delirious as Hal's linga pushes through her black pubic hair, the pedals of her inner and outer lips and deep into her tube. She's never been this full, or had something so deep in her, or stretched wider than ever before, it's wonderful. These are the feelings she's read about in books, she's heard from her girlfriends, but never experienced before. Hal is truly Kama. Hal handles her petite body with ease pulling and pushing her on to and off his rod. He sees her smiling face, the jerking of her petite tits in rhythm with his movements, and the pink of her neck and chest. Sara watches the muscles of his arms and shoulders drawing and shoving her pussy up and down his linga. The stimulation of his hardness against her softness is overwhelming, and she nears another orgasm. He stops and holding her in place, he sits down and drags her legs around his hips. "Hi," he says before pulling her to him and laying his head between her breasts. "I've wanted to do that ever since you stepped off the elevator." She giggles, "I've wanted you to be there the first time I saw you. This is a wonderful position. You feel different this way." "I like it too, but for another reason." He pulls back slightly and takes a nipple in his mouth. "Wee, I love to have my nubs sucked on." "It's a good thing because I'm a chestnut." She giggles again as he increases the pressure on her nub. "What's a chestnut?" He releases her. "There actually is a nut called chestnut, but in this case a chestnut is a man who is crazy about playing with, licking, and sucking breasts." He returns to her nipple. Over and over again he switches from nub to nub suckling like a new born. "Wooo, you do that so well. I'm going to climax again." Hal persists in licking, biting, and sucking her nipples until the sensations of his shaft buried in her tunnel, and his mouthing her breasts brings her to another climax. "Waaa, weee, wooo?" She moans in the ecstasy of her third orgasm. "Take my hands," he says. Calming, she takes his hands and kisses him, "Thank you, I've never had three climaxes in a month before, and now I've had that many in one day." "You're not done yet. Let's rock together." They begin, awkwardly but soon are in sync. Each of them is driving the other crazy with the need to climax. They are both fully stimulated as his cock massages her pussy, and her twat kneads his staff. They continue to rock back and forth. Their speed increases. He utters a sound from deep within his being, "Aaaugh, aaaugh!" Sara's orgasm is triggered by the contraction of her cervix muscles, and by the hot cum flooding her cave. She holds him tight and squeals, "Wuuu, wooo, waaa, wow!" They fall to their sides and separate. As they cuddle Sara says, "That was awesome. I've never had such feeling before. Can we do it again?" He laughs long and hard. "Daring, I'm afraid I'm done for the day, but what are you doing tomorrow?" * * * Sara and Hal meet in his condo every day the rest of the week, and explore each other's bodies in every way. She leans how suck cock, she experiences her first cunnilingus, and they fuck in almost every Kama Sutra position. Friday evening Hal takes Sara and Malic to an expensive Indian restaurant. Neither of them thinks the food is authentic, because it isn't spicy or hot enough. Hal's mouth is on fire and he consumes glass after glass of a yogurt drink that's supposed to sooth the heat. It doesn't help much. Both Malic and Sara laugh at his distress, although Sara is secretly sympathetic with his plight. Hal and Sara do not give any indication of affection, and Malic does not suspect anything is going on between them. It takes two weeks before the Patel condo is completed and they move in. They hold an open house for Malic's friends from work and Rita and Hal are invited. The party is a success, and because Malic's drinks too much Sara spends several pleasant hours with Hal in his nearby condo. After the Patel's are permanently housed in the condo, Sara and Hal make love every weekday and some weekends Malic is too involved in work to suspect his wife is having an affair. Four months after the Patel's move into the condo, Sara and Hal are catching their breath after a vigorous love making session. "Hal that was wonderful. I can't get over how much you please me." "I can say the same thing." He kisses her on the lips. "I have several things to tell you. One I'm sure you already know," Sara says. "Do I have to guess or are you going to tell me." Hal rubs his hand over her butt. "I've never said this before, but I love you!" "Yes, we've been careful about using the L word, but I know you love me and I love you." He runs his finger along the crack of her ass. She giggles, and wiggles away from him. "The second thing is going to change our lives and create a number of problems." He looks at her seriously. "Okay give it to me, I'm ready." "I'm pregnant." Hal looks stunned and then he smiles. "I'm surprised, but pleased, I've always wanted to be a father. Sara kisses him and cries. "I'm so happy, even though we'll have to deal with Malic and a divorce. I'm assuming, of course, you're willing to marry me." "Nothing would make me happier. I'm so pleased that I'm going to have you again."