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Those Seven Days Ch. 01

By: vyasya



Preface

While the title of the story might remind you of the Hindi movie Woh Saat Din, this story's inspiration actually comes from another Hindi movie Road. It certainly is not a rip-off of that movie with liberal dosage of sexual episodes. The movie had a few hints on cuckolding and I wished the Director had spent a little more time on that aspect. Unfortunately, like most mainstream movies it left a lot to viewers imagination. I have several such scenes or themes that I wish to flesh out into stories with strong cuckolding theme. However, it means some compromises have to be made. Characters traits need to be changed, perhaps tweaked a little. Fortunately, two of the characters from the movie, Lakshmi and Babu have been retained in this story. Arvind's character had to be modified significantly to suit this kind of story. When I wrote the story, I visualized Antara, the real actress in the role as she exuded the feisty sexual aura that I needed in the female lead. Babu's character remained the same but his appearance changed quite a bit - much darker in complexion and certainly not very good looking. Arvind, obviously had to have some cuckold tendencies for the story to make any sense. I would urge readers to watch the movie Road as that would help visualize them the female lead and the chemistry between Lakshmi and Babu.

It was a fine morning in the princely state of Balanpur. Days started pretty early in this part of India. It was another pleasant morning in the royal palace of Balanpur. The royal palace reminded of olden British days but the servants and guards no longer dressed in uniforms. The servants were still from nearby villages but the guards largely comprised local police and goons. Antara Devi, an early riser, was up as usual and was at her breakfast table skimming through her newspaper. A sumptuous breakfast - completely vegetarian - prepared by her personal maid was in front of her. Antara Devi, usually preferred solitude on her breakfast table as she rummaged through the local news or her business documents while having her breakfast. She was an hard working lady who perfectly juggled her responsibilities of a mother and sole breadwinner of her family. She ran her father's vast business ranging from timber, tea plantation, and local construction meticulously and diligently. Her husband, Vivek, while well and hearty didn't have the courage nor the ability to take care of their business. He assisted her on routine tasks and ensured that their six year old daughter got all the needed attention and care.

Antara Devi -- as many called her -- was not your usual forty year old woman running her empire with an iron fist. Rather, she was a beautiful young lady who had recently turned twenty five. Hailing from a princely Brahmin family, she was gifted with an extremely fair complexion and gorgeous features. She hid her assets under luxurious silk Saree and blouse - her regular attire, which was plain and simple. Her simplicity outlined her beautiful features and in some sense adorned her. It was futile to hide her beautiful eyes behind light weight glasses, as a glimpse of her eyes would convey how beautiful she was. Her luscious pink lips that she never bothered to highlight with a lipstick would attract every male who visited her. Although, a picture of delicacy, she carried herself in a stern and emotionless fashion. Her responsibilities and the people she dealt with on a regular basis demanded that vigilance from her. When she was with her daughter you could see her lips frequently curl into a lovely smile embellishing her beauty even further. There wasn't a single male working in the palace who was immune to her beauty. Yet, none of them ever dared to look in her eye longer than a moment. She epitomized beauty and femininity for them. Antara stood a little over 5' 5" and with her medium heeled sandals she appeared to be 5' 6", quite tall by Indian standards. Her slender waist and slim body accentuated her breasts, that had increased in size from her first pregnancy, and her height.

She had to take responsibility of the business at a very young age due to her fathers ill health. Although, she was married at the time, neither her father nor she believed in Vivek's capability. Antara looked after her business from her office that was located in the palace and traveled to meet customers and/or factory locations regularly. Due to the increasing workload, she was contemplating sending her daughter to nearby boarding school, although, an ulterior motive was to keep her away from the corrupt environment she lived in.

Her daily routine was predictable. She would be up in the morning at 6:00, and after her yoga and meditation routine, she would be at the breakfast table by 7:30. She would reach her office at 8:00 and spend time alone reviewing documents, contracts till 11:00. From 11:00 to noon she would spend time with her father and discuss some business issues or have a light hearted conversation with him. Her lunch would be over by 12:30 and after a little personal work she would be back in the office at 1:00. She would meet her business associates or clients to discuss about projects, tenders until 4:00. After 4:00 until about 6:00, she would entertain her local people to discuss and resolve local issues. She firmly believed in keeping the locals happy and never let go of any opportunity to please them. Evenings were reserved for her daughter and husband.

Quite surprisingly for everything Vivek and Antara had endured, their relationship was cheerful. Antara and Vivek were deeply in love and never regretted their decision to marry. They still had an active sex life but the sexual excitement and perhaps fulfillment had diminished over the years. Vivek spiced up their interludes with discussion of desires of men around her. In particular, he would provide excruciating details about what men discussed and fantasized about her. While Antara never wondered about the men around her, she nevertheless was amused by their sexual interest in her. She was certainly the most beautiful woman in the whole of Balanpur and it was no wonder even the most powerful men - regardless of age - were attracted towards her. Gradually, Antara came around to accept Vivek's ramblings and sometimes responded to some of the gory details.

Vivek asked her several times if she ever wished to bed any of the men she met. Most were either below her standard of just too old for her. Quite a few times, Vivek encouraged her to experiment with a person, mostly after ensuring they were well endowed. Antara was intrigued by this change in Vivek but never objected to his proposals. She was amused by his selection - on the pretext that they were well equipped - of men, who were simply too old for her. The youngest person was about twelve years elder to her. Not a single one of them was attractive and almost everyone was either plump or fat. Vivek's selection criteria relied on their credentials - well endowed and well versed in the art of making love. He admitted several times that the older and uglier the person was, the more secure he felt. Antara found this knowledge to be of immense help and over the years her attitude towards these men changed. Antara's traditional upbringing never allowed to accept Vivek's so called Indecent proposals but Vivek justified them as privilege of bread winner. She would respond to his fantasies subconsciously and have an incredible orgasm later. She rarely encouraged him - and only occasionally inquired about someone of her own accord. Vivek, on the other hand, would also allude to some couplings in the interest of expanding their business. Vivek, himself, was a philanderer and never let an opportunity of flirting with a woman pass by. Antara not only tolerated Vivek's philandering nature but also ensured that he could mate with any woman hired at the mansion. The women were screened and vetted for diseases before hiring and were explicitly made aware of the arrangement. She ensured that they were either tied or were always on pills and more importantly married and above the age of thirty. 

Antara, however, never contemplated on actually taking a lover or allowing liberties to special few men in order to further their business. She was content with her sex life, although she missed not having a second child. They had never used any kind of protection and in the past six years and yet Vivek couldn't impregnate her even once. Ayesha was fathered by another person, who entered her life quite accidentally and then vanished suddenly after planting his seed in her. The ecstasy she had experienced with him was never matched again. Vivek was a good lover and made every attempt to satisfy her but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't take her to the peaks she got used to very early in her sexual life. Vivek was an average man when it came to his penis, while Ayesha's real father was hung like a horse and knew how to make love to a woman. In fact, he transformed her into a woman at the tender age of eighteen, after her marriage to Vivek. True, it was him who took her virginity and it was him who had enjoyed her thoroughly during their brief honeymoon. Vivek would sometimes, inadvertently, remind Antara about this person and every time it would result in a shattering orgasm for her. Antara had no inhibitions inside the bedroom and engaged in oral sex with Vivek on a regular basis. Her episodes were rarely brief and always lasted at least half an hour. She enjoyed being taken from behind and the regular missionary style sex. Antara's softer side was mostly known to her family but everyone in the house believed she was a very strong willed woman. It was important for her to portray this image and hence while in public, she would give hardly any regard to Vivek, her husband.

In the past couple of years, Antara had opened up a little to Vivek's fantasies and foreplay in the bedroom. Vivek had proposed over half-a-dozen eligible candidates for mating with her and she had over the months, thought and fantasized silently about starting steamy affairs with them. She never discussed this with Vivek, but it was always at the back of her mind. She couldn't risk it with any of these folks as they were men in powerful positions and would not easily give up a privilege once received. Moreover, it could also threaten her business and the stronghold she held over her men. She wondered if one of them could keep a secret so that she could have an affair without worrying about the consequences.

Returning to the current day, she was working in her office. While deeply engrossed in her work, she heard her husband yelling for her. In a few seconds she realized that he was running towards her office and soon barged into her office. Antara never liked to be disturbed and she certainly didn't appreciate anyone entering her office - even her husband - without seeking her permission. She muttered to herself, "This better be urgent!"

"He is here," he said, "He is here," repeating himself, lacking coherency, a mature woman like Antara would expect.

"Who is here?" she asked calmly. Still shocked with what he had seen, he just kept on repeating it, not paying attention to Antara's question.

"He..." mumbled Vivek trying to recollect his name but it simply eluded him. Antara couldn't understand -- if it was so important, why couldn't he recollect his name?

"He..." mumbled Vivek and realizing that the name wouldn't just pop up said, "He, whom we met during our honeymoon!"

It dawned on Antara. Her face flushed red as she anticipated the arrival of the person, who ruined her entire life. In no time, a slightly aged man, about 5' 3" tall, with a stocky figure and slight pot belly entered. He was much darker in complexion than even Vivek and his greying beard contrasted his complexion. He wore a traditional Pathani and a typical beard that Muslims have. Antara's lips parted and she lowered her eyes after they locked their eyes. The man ambled casually towards Antara without paying much attention to Vivek - admiring the stunning beauty of Antara Devi. His white teeth showed as he parted his dark lips to greet both of them with a smile. Vivek couldn't help it anymore and pounced on him and grabbed his collar, threatening him, "How dare you?"

"Vivek!" yelled Antara at once realizing that it could quickly get out of hand if she didn't intervene. Her obedient husband, who would always obey her, refused to obey.

"Vivek, let go of him," she yelled at him again. She moved to the front of her mahogany desk. The man was unconcerned about her agitated husband and instead focused on his beautiful wife. He noticed that she was a lot taller than him but then realized she was wearing sandals that had medium sized heels. Regardless of that, she must have been two-to-three inches taller than him. Compared to her younger self, she had put on a little weight but by no means she was overweight or had any folds on her stomach. Her bust size had grown significantly - now that she was a mother of a six year old. Her pouted lips were pinkish as usual. An imported black framed, anti-glare glasses couldn't shield her dark black, oval eyes. He noticed that her unusually long hair was not loose anymore but tied into a knot behind her head. Her beauty could break Vishwamitra's resolve, he thought. They looked into each others eyes for a moment before Antara lowered her eyes and asked Vivek to leave her office. Vivek mumbled something but a stern look of hers reminded him that she meant it. She asked her assistant to not disturb her while she was talking to this gentleman.

Vivek angrily paced up and down outside in the aisle wondering what the two were up to. The visions of his so-called honeymoon had haunted him forever and this person's presence only refueled Vivek's anger; yet he couldn't recollect his name. After exchanging preliminaries, Antara Devi got into her mold and with a stern look on her face, she looked into his eyes. The silence was uncomfortable for both of them. Images of her past quickly flashed by as she stood there completely detached from her current situation. Not wasting much time, she broke the silence, "Why are you here?"

"I missed you," he replied calmly.

"It took two years to locate you and another five to make up my mind," he added.

"Didn't realize how quickly she has grown," he said with a nervous smile referring to Ayesha.

"She is of no consequence to you," was her stern response.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I missed both of you."

She saw no point in refuting his claim that it was his seed that germinated in her womb and transformed into this cute little six year old girl. However, that never meant he was father for Ayesha. Antara's puzzled look urged him to elaborate.

"I am not getting any younger and long to spend rest of my life watching my daughter grow."

He was 42 to be precise - Antara never forgot anything about him. He was just short of twice her age when they met for the first time.

"No one needs to know," he assured her.

"All I ask is an opportunity to be close to both of you..." his words trailed.

"And," he added after a little thought, "a little quality time with you."

"Privately," he emphasized.

Antara stood their with her arms crossed and admired his audacity. He had the courage to face her after ruining her life and make such a despicable demand in her very own kingdom. She was leaning against her desk, very lightly. Her Saree Pallu covered her large bosom but exposed her slender waist. She wore her Saree a little lower and that perhaps was the only unconventional aspect of her dressing. The man admired her milky white waist that must have carried his daughter for nine months; her large bosom that nursed his daughter and her whole body that once he had for himself.

"You realize that you could be dead in a few moments and no one would ever know?" she said calmly, although her inner agitation was evident to the stranger.

"I do," he quickly responded.

"Yet, here I am," he said stepping forward. He was a few feet away from this heavenly beauty. She now rested herself on the desk, perhaps realizing that the conversation might be longer than expected. It brought her eyes on level with his and for a moment she wondered if she was dropping her guard.

"I couldn't resist your beauty?" he made a rhetorical statement.

"Even when it meant risking my life," he added.

"You are certainly on your way to hell," was her dry response.

"I might as well enjoy the prelude to death," he confidently exclaimed stepping closer to her. He was closer to her than any stranger had ever been. She noticed his face for the first time as he moved towards her. He had changed in the past seven years; had certainly put on weight and looked much older. His chin had several folds of fat; his beard and eyebrows were graying. His seductive smile hadn't betrayed him, though. His lips were much darker and almost black now. His tanned skin indicated that he still enjoyed a very active life. As she looked at him, the thoughts of taking a lover came back. She knew he was well endowed and a skilled lover. It wouldn't be long before her belly would swell again if she accepted his proposal. She wondered, for a brief moment, if he still had it in him. After all, it had been several years ago and now he was much older. She didn't take much time to convince herself about his virility, especially when he himself walked into Lions den.

"Have you ever studied entomology?" he asked breaking her thoughts. Antara was a biology graduate but she didn't study much on that topic. Confused with his sudden question, she didn't know how to respond.

"You see," he started.

"Spiders have an amazing *sexual* ritual," he said emphasizing the word sexual.

"Male spiders offer food to attract the females."

"Females are much larger and can't distinguish between their mates and food," he giggled.

"Females accept the food and while they are devouring, males take their chances to mate with them."

"If the male doesn't finish in time, he could become her fodder."

"My situation is no different."

"The difference though," he added, "is that spiders are ugly but you are an incredibly beautiful woman in her prime and..." his voice mellowed looking for a response from Antara.

"Spiders are dumb and you are an intelligent woman," he whispered. He had stepped closer to Antara Devi in the process and was not more than four feet away from her.

"A spider can't comprehend what she is sacrificing over a morsel of food!"

"You can," he said in a low voice. Antara realized that he was back to his sweet talk and recalled how he had seduced her earlier. She was in a dilemma. Was it the seven year itch that was helping her to fall in his trap?

"It is gratifying to execute the person who ruined your life!"

"An intelligent, mature woman, however," he said pausing briefly, "knows that real pleasure is never instant!"

"You are out of your mind," smirked Antara as she tried to get up from her desk. He suddenly stepped forward and stood intimately close to her - only her husband and daughter had been so close to her in the last seven years. She could smell his breath as he angrily shot at her, "Indeed!"

"Couldn't dream of mounting a gorgeous lady, otherwise," he seethed putting his left hand on the table to the right of Antara as she tried to sneak away. 

"Certainly can't dream of putting another one in this," he whispered as he grabbed her waist with his right hand, stopping her escaping from the other side. He held her tight as a dog would hold his bitch in place while it finds the sweet spot! She realized her folly of letting things slip too far. She was trapped on her desk with this virile old man practically hugging her. Antara leaned back to keep her lips away from his, which were perilously close to hers. His demeanor annoyed her and for a moment Antara Devi mustered courage and raised her right hand to swiftly slap him. He, however, was quick to anticipate her move and grabbed her hand before it hit him.


Those Seven Days Ch. 01



"Now, now," he said calmly, "all females have temper - regardless of species."

"Especially, women of your kind need to flaunt their authority."

"What they need to learn," he said lowering her hand by her side and leaning further into her, "is to drop their guard in privacy."

"Woman on top," he chuckled, "is not a very satisfying position," looking deeply into her eyes. Antara ashamed by his lewd talk, lowered her eyes. He had again struck a chord in her and she was on the verge of succumbing to his sexual advances. She was breathing heavily; her lips were parted. She was still leaning back but her resistance had waned.

"Yusuf," she whispered hesitantly, uttering his name for the first time, "you are hurting me."

"It is supposed to," he whispered looking deeply into her eyes.

"Would be easier this time," he suggested gently. Trapped in front of this virile man, her heart was thumping hard. Yet he showed no signs of sexual excitement. The sexual aura he exuded clouded her judgement; her brain faculties were shutting down and the subtle physical changes in her body were preparing her to be mounted by this stallion. Yusuf breathed in her feminine body odor as he leaned forward. Antara was an ordinary beautiful woman - who rarely had a need for cosmetics. She never used talcum powder and rarely trimmed her eyebrows or underarms. It was this combination of simplicity and beauty that never failed to attract attention of any men she crossed paths with. Yusuf was admiring her beauty and this time Antara sneaked a peek at him. Her eyes locked with his for a few moments.

"Oh," he sighed, "what beauty!"

Antara blushed. He was still holding her right hand with his left hand, while his right hand rested on her waist. Noticing that Antara wasn't resisting much he moved his right hand to her face. She instantly pulled out but noticing that he wasn't reaching for her face, she didn't resist further. He reached for her hair, which was tied in a knot behind her head, held securely with the aid of prominent hair pin. He pulled out her hair pin and out rolled her jet black, silky hair that reached her waist. Not many had the fortune of witnessing this ravishing beauty with her free flowing hair in the last several years. She fidgeted as he played with her silky hair; his hand roaming freely over her hair and neck.

"Yusuf," she said in her stern voice.

"You should leave," she added hesitantly.

"Do you wish to die?" she tried reasoning with him, frustrated with his nonchalant response.

"Lets see," he sighed. His not so fresh breath intoxicated her, reminding her of amorous foreplay's with him in the past.

"The male spiders get to mate before they die," he added leaning into her. Antara instinctively leaned back to compensate for his movement, supporting herself with her hands in the process. Now, her face was at a comfortable distance but her body was practically glued to his. Her legs were spread and his groin was making contact with her pelvis. Yusuf made no haste. He moved his hand back to her waist and playfully caressed it. It didn't have an ounce of fat and her skin was blemish free even after bearing a child.

"Would you seriously consider getting me killed?" he asked tauntingly.

"Do you doubt?" she shot back immediately.

"Well," he exhaled, "just that I have some unfinished business."

"It's not fair to have no one to plow this fertile land," he added casually, relishing the feeling of soft white skin of her stomach. Antara was stunned by his audacity and knew that it would escalate from here. Yet, she couldn't muster courage to put an end to his lewd talk.

"You are good for 2 or 3 more," he added smiling, looking into her eyes for a response. Antara, for once managed to get hold of the situation and yelled, "Enough!" She called out her assistant on the intercom quickly reaching for her phone. Her sudden reaction made Yusuf wonder if this was the end of it. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before Antara could have melted in his arms. He took a moment to reflect on this but didn't let go of her. If he backed out then Antara would know that she had upper hand and his fate might be similar to that of the male spider, albeit without any sexual satisfaction. Her assistant took a few moments to respond to her call. In the meanwhile, Antara put forward a little struggle to get free of him. 

Her assistant responded, "Yes madam." Antara hesitated for a moment and looked into Yusuf's eyes. She saw that twinkle in his eyes as his lips curled into seductive smile. Antara's lips quivered while her mind grappled with what she should say to her assistant. Yusuf took advantage of the situation and moved his hand to her quivering lips. His thumb rolled over her lips, tracing it in its entirety, while Antara tried in vain to escape from his touch.

"Madam?" her assistant interjected.

"Hariram," she mumbled. She squirmed, tacitly signaling Yusuf to take his hand away so she could talk to her assistant.

"Yes madam," her assistant responded. Yusuf obliged but had other intentions;he let go of her left hand and moved both his hands to her back. His hands gently slide southwards and caressed her naked back. Antara admonished him non verbally but Yusuf was not to be deterred. 

"Madam?" her assistant again interjected. As Antara turned her attention to her assistant on the intercom, Yusuf slipped his hands further down to her buttocks. He realized that her bum was a lot fleshier now. A lump formed in her throat when Yusuf without any notice pulled her into himself. It caused her legs to form a wider wedge in which Yusuf perfectly locked himself. Antara managed to quickly ask her assistant, "Whats the schedule for today?"

His groin was plastered to her pelvis. Even with the very thick silk Saree between them she could feel his hardened penis that was knocking at the entrance. While their groins were conjoined, their upper bodies were still separated and her breasts were grazing against his chest. Small beads of sweat formed above her upper lips but her lips were dry and parched . Antara was breathing heavily. Noticing her dry lips, Yusuf involuntarily wet his finger in his mouth and with the same finger toyed with her lips, in an attempt to moisten her lips. Noticing her disapproval, he wet couple of his fingers in his mouth and transferred substantial saliva from his mouth to her lips. She resisted; her face swayed first left than right but never once did she move her hands to stop him. Finally, giving in to his lewd behavior, she let him paint her lips with his saliva. He transferred a little more saliva as Antara's resistance waned. Towards the end of the act, her lips were lewdly parted as Yusuf's stubbed fingers massaged her lips.

"Madam," her assistant responded on the intercom.

"You have an afternoon meeting with Rasiklal and Co. to discuss a tender and then a meeting with Madhav Rao." Yusuf's hands moved to her her neck as they listened to her assistant. She didn't realize but in a moment he had unpinned her Pallu that usually is securely fastened to her blouse. The silky material of her Saree offered no friction and the next moment her Pallu slid down. Her C-cup breasts, still securely concealed under her silk blouse, were exposed to this lecher. Her chest had slightly lighter complexion and not a single blemish. Her conservative blouse hinted on the size of her ample breasts and only offered a glimpse of her cleavage. She quickly covered her breasts with her hands but it was not before Yusuf's eyes feasted on them. Yusuf's attention moved to her milky white tummy that once more would nurture his seed.

"Madam," her assistant added, "You had a preparation meeting now with Kamlakar Sir." While Antara's attention was riveted, Yusuf quickly untucked the pleats that are usually tucked in under the navel. Her Saree immediately came loose and her white petticoat underneath the Saree was visible. She was in an extremely vulnerable position in front of this stranger, while her assistant was expecting a response from her punctual and responsive boss.

"Let me think," she said stealing a moment. Her untangled Saree made her difficult to support herself on the desk so she moved her hands behind and supported herself on her hands. Her breasts jutted out indecently and Yusuf couldn't resist the urge to handle her breasts. His hands moved to her breasts and this time she didn't resist and squirmed as his hands massaged her breasts. He was gentle at first but then he gave them a very hard squeeze. She almost let out a yelp but controlled herself and said, "Ask Kamlakar Sir to wait."

Yusuf now manipulated her nipples; gently rolling them between his index finger and thumb. In her excited state, it wasn't hard for Yusuf to get hold of her nipples concealed under brassiere and blouse. Antara pleaded non verbally to stop but did everything to encourage as she leaned into him.

"Tell him," she said gulping her saliva, "We will discuss it over lunch." Yusuf's hands now moved to her navel and he gently tugged at the knot that securely held her petticoat, she said, "Wait."

"Yes Madam," Hariram responded. Yusuf stopped and waited for cue from Antara.

"Is Vivek there?" she asked. Her hands firmly held Yusuf's hand preventing him from undoing her knot. She took his hands away from her knot and actually encouraged him to play with her breasts instead. Yusuf moved in to kiss her but Antara still hadn't given in and leaned further back turning her face away. Yusuf didn't mind and kissed her cheek; his kisses became wet in no time.

"Yes Madam."

"Ask him to pick up documents from collector's office," she added turning her face towards the phone. It essentially meant Yusuf got to place couple of pecks on her lips. He continued kissing her other cheek while Antara tried to push him away with her hands. Yusuf got angry when her pressure increased and he pulled both her hands to the side in a swift motion.

"Tell him not to worry," she added as she contemplated about her helpless situation. Yusuf moved his other hand and grabbed her face viciously and turned it to face him.

"Madam," added her assistant on the phone.

"Vivek Sir wants to talk to you." He looked into her eyes. She returned his stare - only for a moment - and then lowered her eyelids in silent submission.

"Madam?" he reiterated.

"Later," she responded. Yusuf placed his lips on hers and she silently accepted his kiss. He devoured her mouth and practically sucked the air out of her. Antara still hadn't reciprocated, though.

"Antara are you okay?" was Vivek on the intercom. Yusuf didn't let go of her immediately to respond and took a few moments to finish his kiss. Antara's lips were wet with Yusuf's saliva and her face reminded of a woman caught in the act.

"I am fine," she responded.

"Do you want me to come in?" he asked. Yusuf pulled the string that held together her petticoat this time.

"No," she responded quickly to both Yusuf and Vivek. However, she was a little late in response as Yusuf had made his way into her panties. Despite her efforts, he had found the right spot and was massaging her clitoris. 

"Please Antara," pleaded Vivek, "let me handle this." Yusuf slipped his middle finger into her well lubricated vagina. Antara let out an audible gasp but wasn't loud enough for Vivek to hear her.

Yusuf whispered in her ears, "You seem to be ready for it whore."

"Keep him busy while I finish my business with you," he added.

"No," she responded to both Vivek and Yusuf. However, Yusuf had already made up his mind and in a few moments lined up his thick penis against her sloppy vagina. 

"Please Antara," he pleaded on the phone. Not wanting to lose an opportunity, Yusuf drove his penis deep inside her with his very first stroke. Antara screamed in pain as his thick penis slithered into her warm hole.

"Okay," Vivek responded on the phone, "I will meet you later." Antara was glad that he misinterpreted her sexual grunt. She latched onto Yusuf's lips and kissed him forcefully. Yusuf roughly bit her lips and practically chewed her lips. She mumbled her complaints but Yusuf didn't pay any heed and shafted her while brutally kissing her lips. In a few moments, he focused his attention on shafting her. Antara catching her break pleaded, "Yusuf don't leave a mark on me." It wouldn't augur well for her reputation if her employees were to see her swollen red lips.

"You whore," he said grabbing her hair roughly.

"Yes," she seethed.

"Leave your seed inside," she whispered seductively, "That's the best way to mark your bitch!"

Yusuf responded by driving his penis to the hilt. It strangely excited him that his risk paid off and he had such a beautiful woman for his mistress. She felt much tighter for a mother of a six year old, he thought. Yusuf continued his onslaught very roughly fucking her. With each thrust, he drove all the way in and pulled it out completely. Antara hadn't experienced this pleasure ever since her honeymoon with him. In a couple of minutes, Antara had her orgasm and she shuddered violently pulling him into her with her fingers scrapping on his bottom. Yusuf didn't take much long and emptied, spraying his sperm deep inside her. His cock twitched inside her as it jerked spurt after spurt for perhaps ten seconds. She felt his penis lodged against her cervix, which surely must be in flared state sucking in his baby making sperm. Antara lovingly kissed him for one of the hottest sessions she had in recent years.Her only other sessions that were as memorable were when she fantasized being taken by one of her clients.

"You discharged a lot," she hesitantly chuckled.

"I would be dripping your stuff whole afternoon," she complained.

"It was meant for a purpose," he answered. 

"Now that it is done, I should hurry back before you mistake me for food," he chuckled. Antara smiled in response.

"Keep your silence in public," she said, "and you shall be rewarded in private." Yusuf leaned forward and they swapped saliva for one more time. As Yusuf tried to pull himself out, she moved forward to keep in her. She gripped him tightly ensuring he was firmly lodged into her and said, "You have a knack of catching me at the right moment." Yusuf got his message and kissed her again. "Wait till your stuff is home," she said breaking her kiss. Although, Antara would have liked to retire for the day but that would raise a few eyebrows in the royal palace. They quickly parted. The entire episode lasted for not more than 20 minutes and the intercourse itself lasted less than five minutes. While she had experienced several sessions with him that lasted for more than couple of hours and spent a few days with him doing nothing but having sex, this session with him was no less.

Antara rearranged her clothes and Yusuf watched the young wife drape her Saree while he tied knot on his Salwar. She confessed that Yusuf had perhaps lead her family way again. He couldn't believe his luck; now that he might be able to impregnate this young wife at will. Antara asked him to leave now that the deal was sealed. As Yusuf walked back proudly, she called him, "Yusuf"

He swaggered back with his hands on his hips.

"Hope you understand the rare privilege you enjoy," she said looking down. He basked in the glory of his latest conquest.

"Don't let it get to your head," she said.

"If this ever leaks out," she said looking sternly into his eyes.

"I wouldn't kill you.

And after a brief pause added, "but castrate you."

Yusuf smiled and turned back. He knew that although Antara was a slut, she wouldn't hesitate in having him butchered if this jeopardized her married life. He knew better than bitch about her and lose such a splendid opportunity.

to be continued...



Those Seven Days Ch. 02



Vivek was still pacing up and down, albeit slowly, now that Antara and Yusuf had been inside for over twenty minutes. His mind settled and he recollected the strangers name - Yusuf. Images of the days just after their marriage flashed by.

Antara and Vivek were in love and had decided to marry after finishing college. Antara was certain about her father's refusal. The fateful day arrived earlier than expected when her father's men arrived to pick her up during the exams. Her glowing face and her hands, feet adorned with Mehndi confirmed the rumors. They arrived on the day of her last exam, but she tricked them into believing it was the next day. Finding an opportune time, they eloped the same night after a cursory wedding ceremony in a nearby temple. 

It reminded him of the first time he kissed her. Her luscious pink lips were so soft and her kiss so wet. It was the first time she parted her lips and let his tongue dance in tune with hers. It was the first time she allowed his hands on her breasts; his mere contact made her convulse uncontrollably. But fate had something else in store for them. They weren't to consummate their marriage that night. The fear of getting caught by goons was far greater. She feared for his life; becoming a widow on the day they got married was certainly not her plan.

They were heading for Delhi. The plan was to begin their new lives far away from her native place. Vivek was driving and Antara kept him awake by blabbering about insignificant things. It didn't take long for the urge to return. He pulled over in secluded spot. She allowed him more liberty but the fear of getting caught in compromising position persisted. Vivek was encouraged to find her receptive but she was hesitant about pursuing anything beyond heavy petting. It only lasted about ten minutes but it felt like an eternity for Vivek. Having obliged Vivek, she dozed off to sleep.

Vivek drove that whole night on the deserted highway. Sunrise drew closer illuminating the sign posts on the highway. An empty mind makes do with anything that would keep it occupied. The images of last night flashed by; he chuckled at the stupidity of her fathers goons. He admired his prized possession sleeping next to him on the passenger side. During the whole night, he drove, he encountered only couple of vehicles on his way. Finally, he noticed a wrecked car on the deserted road. 

Slowing down only a little; he inspected the car for any occupants. Not finding anyone; he drove away. Only a little distance ahead he met a person walking along the road carrying couple of bags. Realizing that he could be the occupant of the wrecked car, he instinctively pulled over to offer help. Little did he realize that the man was on the passenger side and Antara was fast asleep with her dress in a disarray. Vivek, rolled down the window, not making a scene, and quickly asked, "Was that your car back there?"

"Yes, Yes," he breathlessly responded. He stood there catching his breath, supporting himself with his hand on the window. He couldn't help but notice the beautiful lady, blissfully asleep, while Vivek grabbed a water bottle for him. Her fair skin shone against the slanting rays of sun; her pink lips, slightly parted, showed the sign of slight abuse. Her bosom - substantial for a nineteen year old with a frail build - was obscenely exposed, per Indian standards. The outline of her breasts, that were held snugly in her Khameez, was visible. Her cleavage was exposed abundantly. The awkward position in which she slept exposed her flat tummy and the knot that was loosely strung together suggested the harried nature of previous night's affair. She was an epitome of Indian beauty in her prime. 

Vivek offered him a ride understanding the strangers plight.

"He is gone sir," said Antara's assistant, bringing Vivek back to the current day. It had been several years, yet he could vividly recollect the first time he met Yusuf. 

Inside Antara ruminated over the circumstances in which she first met Yusuf. She was offended by Vivek's behavior - exposing his newly wedded wife to a stranger. Yet she recollected that Vivek's innocuous mistake - her indecent exposure - had excited her. Her virgin vagina inundated as this realization struck her and she noticed Yusuf sitting behind, waking up from her slumber. She was ashamed of herself but her body knew no such emotion.

Preliminary introductions were done. Vivek and Antara found this man to be rather affable and of pleasant disposition despite his attire. He wasn't well educated and managed sundry affairs of affluent people for his living. He wasn't married even at the age of thirty five - apparently he never felt a need for it. 

Antara found herself strangely attracted to him and caught herself stealing glances at him through the side view mirror. Yusuf didn't mind the attention and encouraged her by admiring her beauty through this medium. Antara and Yusuf rarely exchanged words but somehow the chemistry was working. 

There was nothing particularly appealing about Yusuf apart from his smile and lively demeanor. Was it the hormones? Was it the fact that he was the first man to meet her after her first night of marriage? Sex was on her mind, alright, but why was this stranger figuring in? 

Her thesis on mate selection in the final year offered an explanation. They were miles away from civilization. She was in the company of supposedly two virile men. On was the husband, who would spend his life with her. But the other just a passerby. Naturally mind would entertain his thoughts over her husbands. She knew all this was transpiring only because she wasn't satisfied with last nights episode. But then she wondered, how could a newly wedded wife by satisfied by just one episode. The hunger that has been built over several years cannot be quenched that easily, she thought. It was definitely her hormones at work.

It was a long drive. She admired the beauty of the arid scenery as they drove towards their destination. Yusuf and Vivek got well acquainted with each other and discussed politics. Soon, she became comfortable with his presence and participated in the conversation. They pulled over at a small Dhaba to freshen up and eat something. Yusuf intended to travel a little longer with them citing the reason that he was carrying some important documents that he didn't want to lose. All the time Yusuf was eyeing her as they gulped down the food hungrily. She understood his fascination with her but couldn't understand her attraction. His conduct was gentlemanly during the course of their break. However, very soon she got acquainted with his risque behavior. As they were getting back in the car, his hands held her hand as he attempted to open the door for her. It wasn't accidental as his firm grip confirmed it. Moreover, he encroached on her private space as he made way for her, essentially grazing his pelvis over her butt. This quite interestingly happened while she was in an awkward pose trying to grab something from the back seat that she didn't want to leave in the proximity of a stranger setting behind. It last only a few moments but the intention was quite emphatic. Vivek didn't notice it as he was on the other side as Yusuf engaged him in a conversation, point something to him, while he took advantage of her. It annoyed her initially but then later on excited as she mentally replayed that episode in her mind over and over.

This piqued her interest even more and now she stole glances through the side view mirror. Just a little ahead, Vivek pulled over for a bio break. He had this habit of peeing every couple of hours so but this time he had to empty his bowels. As Vivek, descended down, heading towards the nearby bushes, Yusuf, asked, "How long do you think you can fool your father's goons?"

A shiver ran through her spine, as she realized that he was one of her father's goon. She nervously looked at him.

"Your father wanted me to bring you home safely and possibly slaughter the bastard before that!"

Several thoughts went through her mind but the foremost was how to save Vivek's life. As she looked towards Vivek, he said, "Don't worry about him."

The cold breeze, reminded her that she was profusely sweating. Suddenly, the amorous thoughts of hers were supplanted by fear.

"What do you want Yusuf?" she asked, mustering courage.

"That's up to you," he retorted.

"Would you like to go to Delhi or your father's place?"

"Delhi," she muttered.

"Well then," he seethed.

"Normally, I don't renege on my promises."

"But your beauty has compelled me to do so."

"That bastard may live and you folks shall reach Delhi," he said, looking into her eyes, "if you entertain me through the journey."

Her heart thumped wildly as his words sunk in. Strangely, she wanted to believe in Yusuf's words. It didn't matter that he was reneging on the promise he made to his father. Yet, Vivek's life was at stake and everything seemed like an opportunity to her. Even if it meant to barter her young, unmarried body in lieu of that. She lowered her eyes, surrendering her body, her treasure that she had so long preserved from Vivek's prying hands to him. She waited anticipating for his next move but Yusuf didn't move. He was simply admiring her beauty. Languidly, leaning against the back seat, his butt scooted forward, he just stared.

"Have you guys made it yet?" he asked. 

"Ah." She looked up, to understand his question and then realizing what he meant shook her head.

"Have you felt it with your hand?" he asked. A sense of shame came over her face; in a confused state she shook her head but it was evident that this time wasn't telling the truth.

"In your mouth?" he asked. His mere words made her feel naked. She was petrified. There was a long silence as both of them waited for each other to make the next move.

"I suppose you are game?" he asked leaning forward. She hesitantly looked at him. Her eyes full of shame and her face red.

"Then how about a kiss?" he asked, convinced of her approval. She froze. Yusuf waited patiently. Mustering courage, she looked over to find if Vivek was done with his duty. Turning ever so slowly, she leaned forward to offer her pouty lips.

Yusuf leaned forward and inhaled her aroma. He had kissed other women earlier but none was so beautiful. Most women were married and wished to try something extra but stopped short of offering a full mouth kiss. His enthusiasm knew no bounds as the helpless beauty of Antara lay in front of him.

She cringed as Yusuf lips met hers. Her lips were shut tight. Even his wet saliva that bathed her lips was disgusting to her. Yusuf abruptly broke the kiss, not getting a response from her. Yet he knew that perhaps this was the best kiss of his life. Her body had already responded violently to his first touch. She was profusely lubricating and was on the verge of losing her decency if things didn't cease. Noticing that he had pulled back, she thought it was over. But when she opened her eyes, his face was only a few inches from hers.

"It isn't kiss unless the other party reciprocates," he quipped. She exhaled, frustrated with her state. And finally mustering courage, her lips parted she leaned forward and sealed his lips with hers. Still Yusuf was the aggressor but at last she leaned forward and willingly parted her lips for his tongue. The kiss only lasted a few seconds as Vivek was spotted heading back to the car.

The moments passed very slowly for Antara after the first kiss with Yusuf. She felt ashamed and humiliated. Her only consolation was that it was to save Vivek's life. She thought about revealing this to Vivek but then felt that it might unnecessarily burden him and that it might be difficult for her to salvage the situation. Amidst her nervousness, she hadn't forgotten about how worked up she had become.

Within half-an-hour, Vivek pulled over again for another excursion to the restroom. No sooner did Vivek vanish from scene, Yusuf leaned forward and hugged her from behind, ignoring the seat that separated them. His hands quickly moved to her ripe breasts that were puffy with the excitement that was in the air. She groaned as Yusuf squeezed her breasts hard. In no time, her face turned sideways to offer him a kiss. Perhaps, she understood how to ease the tension. Yusuf, kissed her hungrily. She let his tongue slither inside her mouth and even occasionally play with hers. While she wanted to lie to herself that this wasn't what she wanted her body vehemently disagreed. Yusuf relished her soft pink lips and plentiful bosom. He spent the whole time getting acquainted with her tongue, lips, and her breasts. In fact, by the time Yusuf had to recede, she was voluntarily leaning into the kiss. Her body convulsed and her pelvis emulated the gentle humping motion inadvertently.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Vivek had better control over his bowels and that meant not much fun for them. Late in the evening they pulled over near a small shed to have tea and snacks. Vivek anticipated that Yusuf would find his way out of this place but soon found that he had missed his bus due to Vivek's excursions and pleaded to drop him at the next major village. Antara was in dual-mind, whether to see him off or to spend more time with him and taste the extramarital sex before her marital sex. Just as they were casually ambling towards the shed, the goons were seen approaching the hotel. Yusuf took the keys from Vivek and drove the jeep to hide it from their sight. Antara stayed back while Vivek followed him, to make sure he didn't run away with the vehicle. Vivek realizing his mistake headed to the far end bushes behind the hotel while Antara hid herself in the storehouse next to the shed.

Antara found a small recess right next to the door and hid herself by concealing herself behind a curtain. Yusuf came back to the hotel after parking the vehicle behind the shrubs. He urged Vivek to stay put until he signalled him.

Her father's goons - the two men - arrived at the joint in a few moments and enquired about them. The person working at the hotel hadn't seen them so simply shook his head. Noticing, Yusuf approaching the hotel, they asked him. He looked at the picture carefully, and asked, "Why?"

"They just left, after giving me a ride until here," he added.

"Which direction did they head?"

He pointed them to the direction in which the goons just arrived.

"They were traveling in a jeep," said one of the goons.

"We didn't pass any jeep," said the other.

"Actually, the jeep broke down," Yusuf clarified.

"A car gave them a lift."

As the goons turned back to follow the car, the shopkeeper asked, "Why not have some tea and then leave?"

"What happened?" Yusuf asked.

"That girl is a mess," said one of them.

"Her father insisted on continuing with her studies," another added.

"Now who wouldn't try to accost such a beautiful girl," the first one replied.

Yusuf nodded.

"And a well developed one for a ninteen year old," second one promptly added. Yusuf couldn't agree less as he had mauled her breasts. Although, he had guessed her age, he didn't really think she was only nineteen. He himself was thirty-four, so was pleasantly excited at the prospect of making out with her.

Antara was surprised with the musings of her fathers men; she never realized that they would take notice of her body, having grown up in front of them. The two men, along with Yusuf moved to the corner near the shed to pee. 

They stood not more than fifteen feet from where she was hiding. They faced the corner of the shed and she was in perfect position to eavesdrop on them. Not keen on spying but not having room to turn her back, she silently waited there. The two men took a while to pee. She observed the teeny-weenies that seemed shrunken versions of what she had experienced previous night. It struck her that she might get to inspect Yusuf's penis as well.

A lump formed in her throat as Yusuf pulled out his semi-flaccid prick that looked like a monster. The other two and even Vivek's paled in comparison. It was very long and had quite some girth to itl. One of them sneered, "Look at this guy, he is having an erection thinking about our Memsahib."

Inside, Antara blushed on that remark. There was some truth to that statement, she thought.

"Wouldn't you love to fuck her?" asked one of them.

He nodded, looking in her direction. She felt her pussy lips twitch in anticipation. The earlier petting sessions flashed through her mind. Her hormones were taking over her body. No longer she felt like a victim. Not when her lower lips flared up, her vagina lubricated, in anticipation of intercourse with him. It also had similar effect on Yusuf as his penis became taut.

"You are a lucky man," the first said, "that can enamor anyone," he added, "even our Memsahib."

He instinctively rubbed the head of his penis with his thumb. The large, purple, uncircumscribed knob didn't escape her attention. She felt Yusuf knew about her location and suspected that she was eavesdropping on them at that time. Her inhibitions and moral decency had taken a backseat as her body forced her to fixate on the majestic piece of equipment he possessed. She involuntarily imagined encircling his penis as she mentally compared the size of his semi-flaccid penis with fully-taut size of her husband's penis. There was no comparison. Vivek's size might have compared to a 10-year old Yusuf but not the fully grown one. It captivated her. It didn't matter that it belonged to a thug who was exploiting her. It didn't matter that she was a Hindu and he a Muslim. And it definitely didn't matter that he was much darker and much older than her. In fact, all the stark contrasts between him and her only fuelled her desire. Even her rational mind justified this abject capitulation of her body to the raging hormones that needed to be quenched.

"She is awesome," said the first one, "I wonder if I would ever get a chance with her," he added.

"Just hope that the day you do, she hasn't been with this man before," the second one, quickly retorted.

"Ya, it may just feel like stirring in a large empty pot," quipped the other. And the all laughed in unison.

Such a conversation on any other day might have incurred her wrath. But not today and especially at the very moment her eyes feasting on Yusuf's marvelous specimen. She had no doubt the pain his penis might induce as it pierces through her hymen and without any doubt knew the gaping hole it would leave after depositing in his semen. Yet, she craved for it now. Her attention rivited to Yusuf's large testicles that seemed full of potent semen that he may spew inside her sooner or later. The debate in her mind was over. Even if she had choice to lose her virginity to Vivek, she didn't want it. It had to be Yusuf. Circumstances warranted that she surrender herself completely to him - if not to satisfy her lust then to save her husband's life.

As the golden stream of urine, turned to a trickle, she hated the thought of Yusuf having to stuff it back inside. The men walked back to the hotel, as Yusuf finally zipped up his penis. As the men walked past the shed, one of them peeked inside wondering what it contained. Fortunately he looked straight ahead and didn't look to the right. Although the curtain had shielded her she was in a precarious position.

Yusuf did the same but instead of just peeking in, he stepped inside and pulled the curtain aside that was shielding Antara. Her face reddened; her eyes lowered, after briefly making an eye contact. Her body language portrayed the lust wrapped in the innocence of a newly wedded bride eagerly waiting for her husband's arrival on her first night. Her quickened breathing conveyed the excitement on his arrival. Yusuf didn't hesitate and lifted her face with his hand. For a moment, she locked her eyes with him, conveying her unbridled passion. Yusuf admired her beauty in the closed confines of this hay shed. Still holding her face up with his left hand, he gently rolled his thumb over her lips. It struck her that not long ago, it was the same thumb that was massaging his thick purple knob. Despite her initial apprehensions, she enjoyed his touch. In a trance, she parted her lips, clearly conveying her acceptance to this illicit act of his. In a final attempt, when Yusuf pushed his thumb into her mouth, she not only allowed it but also swirled her slithery tongue around it. Her eyes met his again, to convey her willingness. And finally, completely out of her character, she bobbed her head, ever so lightly, just as she would do while performing fellatio.




Those Seven Days Ch. 02



Yusuf, not wanting to waste the opportunity, stepped forward. And to his utter surprise, he found her leaning forward, offering him her puckered lips. Yusuf latched onto her lips. This time, unlike the past, Antara thrust her tongue into his mouth. She kissed him with a passion that could only rival her first kiss with Vivek after their marriage. Yusuf's stale breath didn't deter her. His pungent body odor, result of hot weather and not having bath for a few days, acted as an aphrodisiac. Instead of just a willing participant, she was the aggressor. She swapped saliva with this cheap thug, who until not long ago was blackmailing her. The kiss didn't last for long; perhaps couple of minutes but a chasm had been crossed. Yusuf had experienced sex earlier but none showed any inclination of kissing.They resisted or reluctantly participated. In fact, most refused to do so, although they would gladly fellate him. Kissing was an intimate act. Antara was not only the most beautiful but also the most willing woman he courted.

His left hand moved to her breast and gave it hard squeeze. She retorted through her kiss.

Yusuf, wanting her to be acquainted with his thick penis, lead her hand to his groin. Just feeling the size of the lump, sent shivers down her back. It corroborated her initial assessment about his size and knew that it would be quite something to stuff it down her virgin twat.

Just as she weighed her options of experimenting with it a little more than just groping, Yusuf, broke her reverie, and suggested that he need to take care of the goons before he could proceed.

Not wasting time, he misguided the goons and soon suggested to both Antara and Vivek that he had a better place for them to hide for a few days. It didn't take long for Antara to convince Vivek that this was a better option, instead of trying to drive on their own. Yusuf's place was a little over ten hour journey from this place but somewhere in the interior part instead of the main highways that lead to Delhi.

They headed to Yusuf's abode as the sun set behind them. Their conversation went amiably for a while as they discussed one subject after another. It didn't appear if Vivek suspected anything yet, although Antara was constantly gauging his demeanor. Yusuf, although, not well educated, was well conversed in politics and often backed his arguments with anecdotal evidence. The arguments were intense but Vivek wasn't backing down. At one point, Yusuf leaned forward to emphasize his argument; in the process, he came very close to Antara. Just as earlier, his hand went around her side from the passenger side and held her arm. She squirmed in her seat as the uncomfortable thought of getting fondled in front of Vivek crossed her mind. It was fairly dark, so she didn't worry about getting caught in the act. Vivek, on the other hand was completely engrossed in the conversation keeping his eyes on the road. His hand caressed her arm, coercing her to provide access to her breast. She hesitated for quite long but then eventually lifted her arm, to let his hand pass under it, after adjusting her garment that covered her breasts. She also wrapped a shawl around herself on the pretext that it was getting cold. Comfortable with the thought that she provided adequate cover, Yusuf's hand got down to business. Her lips parted and she let out an inaudible moan as Yusuf's once again squeezed her breast. This time he gently kneaded and played with them, gradually honing in on her nipple. It was natural for a very young girl to have tiny nipples that make it extremely hard to notice in two layers of clothing and even more difficult to grasp them. Nevertheless, Yusuf toyed with her right breast, circling the area around her nipples, encouraging it to pop up so that he can grab it between his thumb and index finger. Antara was now completely warmed up and if Vivek wasn't aware of what was transpiring then she felt he deserved it.

Soon, his attention then turned to her vagina. She resisted several times before letting his hand fondle her pelvis over the Salwar she wore. It was very awkward for him to reach the spot so he instead tried another route via her back hole. In a few minutes his hand slithered inside her Salwar and fondled her naked bum. Antara was completely at his mercy. She wondered if she could endure what was coming next without Vivek taking notice of it. Yusuf's hand could hardly reach the entry to her vagina but his fingers were soaking wet as soon as they entered that area. She obviously assisted by lifting her bum ever so lightly. She moved a little towards the door to further assist him but strangely, his fingers were nudging the wrong hole. As time passed it became apparent that it was intentional. It was too late and she realized his finger had already penetrated her sphincter muscles. She squirmed in her seat, conveying her apprehension about his act but Yusuf was undeterred as his finger ploughed through her anal opening. She had never contemplated about it but found it to be surprisingly pleasurable. Her overflowing juices provided the necessary lubrication to ease the entry.

All this continued amidst the heated debate that went on between Vivek and Yusuf. Antara added fuel to it, only to prolong her illicit act with Yusuf. Yusuf then squeezed in another of his index finger, along side his middle one despite Antara's resistance. She was edging towards her climax quite rapidly; the fluid from her vagina was incessantly flowing, providing the required lubrication for his fingers. Due to the awkward position, it was difficult for him to see-saw through the hole but whatever little leeway he had, he employed it masterfully. She shuddered with her climax when he introduced his ring finger into her hole as well. It took about a minute for her to subside and finally she pushed aside his hand. Yusuf understanding his mission accomplished retreated back - both from the argument and her.

She felt ashamed by her lewd behavior - allowing a stranger to finger her in front of her husband. She was also awestruck by the fact that her first orgasm, after her marriage, came through anal intercourse and also that she lost her anal virginity before losing her vaginal virginity. 

Returning back to the present day, Antara waited for her impatient husband to barge in her room after realizing that Yusuf had left. She sat at her desk comfortably, pretending to take care of her routine activities. When Vivek briskly walked inside her office, she took notice of him but didn't acknowledge his presence. She asked, after a few moments, "You didn't go to collector's office?"

Her voice was calm and serene considering the storm that withstood just a few minutes ago.

"What were you two doing?" he asked, raising his voice, stepping closer to the desk, facing her squarely. She lifted her face, looked at him sternly. Her eyes piercing and her anger subdued behind her serene countenance. She picked up the phone and asked her secretary to close the door and not let anyone in.

When the door was closed, she had a long look at him and asked.

"Don't you understand?" 

Vivek didn't fail to notice her swollen red lips.

"But how could you?" he asked, flabbergasted, understanding the implications of her rhetorical question.

"What did you expect?"

Vivek understood her ominous statement. She wasn't just talking about the present but was poking at their past as well. Vivek very well knew the history and the ramifications of that occurrence on their lives.

"Besides why are you complaining?" she shot.

"Didn't you ever," she said, gulping her saliva, "imagine me making out with him in your perverse fantasies?"

His face reddened. He had imagined her quite a few times with those fat ministers and it did given him vicarious pleasure but none of them threatened his ego. Yusuf, on the other hand, had the potential to captivate Antara. It wasn't as if he was the innocent moron during those seven days. In fact, he very well knew what may have transpired and had witnessed on more than one occasion, Antara' s submission to the so called thug. 

He had overlooked her sexually zealous desire for him, explaining it as simply as an errant housewife's debauchery. Most of the pleasure coming from the simple variety that not many ever can experience in their lifetime. Despite his valiant efforts in the bed, he never could solicit the moans that he heard when she was with him. Interestingly, Antara was a virtuous wife for all her shortcomings during that brief episode. She had never shown interest in any of her male visitors and neither she ever look at them from that perspective. 

Antara was standing near the window, pretending to look outside, but perhaps trying to suppress her anger over her imbecile act only a few minutes ago. Why did she fall for him yet again, she thought. But when Vivek hugged her from behind, encircling her slender waist with his arms, and nuzzled his face into her neck, she knew the answer. It was because, deep down, she knew her husband wouldn't mind. She knew that despite offering him plenty of opportunities he wasn't able to make her pregnant. On the other hand, there was a man who not only had the flair to seduce beautiful women, half his age, but also the equipment to prove his worthiness when the opportunity arose. And then there was the perverse side of Vivek, who always longed to watch Antara make out with another man, more importantly a better endowed person. And then there was yet another insidious suspicion she had about his perverse nature - that he preferred to go second, submissively allowing the better endowed person more opportunity to satisfy her quench but more importantly a much better chance to sow his seeds. Although, she had only couple of experiences but very well knew that he had this latent desire.

She was warming up to her philandering husband as his hands gently caressed her body. The very body her lover had abused only minutes ago. Vivek was, however, far more sensual, caressing every contour of her body, paying special attention to her succulent breasts and slender waist that may have already accepted Yusuf's seed, once more. Antara never used her office for any kind of amorous activities but given that she had already mated with Yusuf; she didn't see any harm in allowing Vivek to enjoy her. Within a few minutes, her neck arched backwards, allowing Vivek to kiss her. He clumsily kissed her, clearly conveying that it was the act of kissing his wife after she had been with another person that was at play. He hungrily kissed her as if it was his very first time. There was no sensuality, no subtlety, no finesse in his approach but pure desperation. He wasn't abrasive the way Yusuf was was but more so clueless as he devoured her mouth. The kiss wasn't ending and the awkwardness of her position forced her to move to the chair. Vivek kneeled down and massaged her breasts as his mouth stayed glued to hers. She always knew that her husband had a passion for her but what she witnessed was something she couldn't equate to anything in her recent memory. It was pure ten minutes of lust exemplified. No words were exchanged.

When Vivek sexily whispered into her ear, "Did you enjoy it?" She had to admit. She reached into his pants, taking hold of the whatever he could offer her. It paled in contrast what Yusuf offered her but it was something that she was familiar with. He may not take her to the depths nor the heights that she got accustomed to very early in her life but by no means was incapable. It was true that he couldn't stroke her as long as Yusuf could - not to mention his girth that fuelled her desire to be a woman and to be pummelled by someone like him - but he certainly was no slacker, demanding it almost every night for the past six years. It was Antara who had to turn away his requests many a times but nevertheless he would insist on pleasuring her with his tongue either in the middle of the night or early in the morning. Either way she was always satisfied so to speak.

Antara undressed him quickly and took his penis into her mouth. Vivek gently humped her mouth; this was something of a treat she would offer him every now and then. It was far too easy for her to handle his humping but allowing Yusuf the same was challenging. While Vivek may not be able to handle Antara's tight vaginal muscles, he could easily tire her off by holding as long as he wished, so this act usually didn't last more than a few minutes. Having satisfied himself he turned his attention to her. Kneeling down again he latched onto her breasts. Antara relished this need of Viveks to suck on her teats very often. In fact, it was him more than her daughter who used to drain her breasts the couple of years she breastfed. It was both sexually gratifying and emotionally satisfying to have her breasts nursed all these years. She lovingly cajoled him as she would to her daughter. And then she noticed that Vivek was gently caressing her belly. It reminded her of the times when they were disappointed that she didn't conceive; the scene had played several times in the past and of late they simply didn't want to think of it.

This was a different time, though. As Vivek, looked up and simply asked her, "Is this a good time?" She nodded, without showing any emotion, and guided his face to the other breast. It was evident that one of the reasons she succumbed to Yusuf's advance was because they needed an heir to their vast empire.

"Do you think," he blurted out, before latching onto her other teat.

"I hope so," she answered, moaning, as Vivek's teeth nibbled on her teat. He didn't spend much time on the other one and slowly moved southwards, caressing her blemishless tummy with his lips. She understood his anguish. Despite having an earnest desire, he couldn't father a child. But he was willing to have his wife choose a sperm donor and more importantly a bed mate who could do justice to the beauty nature bestowed on her.

"Would there be more?" he asked, his warm breath, blowing on her navel. Vivek extended his tongue to taste the salty the pungent sweat of hers nestled in that spot.

"Yes," she moaned, playing with his hair.

"Where?"

"When?" 

"In our bedroom," she quipped, "on our bed!"

"At night, when it is quite," she added. Antara was squirming in her seat now. The sheer ecstasy of her husband finally accepting his status in the bedroom made her feel giddy. After all, despite her reluctance, her body craved for Yusuf's seed and more often than not she let go of opportunities to mate with her husband and instead opted for Yusuf.

"Only on special nights or ..." his words trailed.

"More frequently in the beginning but later on perhaps every other night," she casually answered. Her body was responding and strangely she found that her juices started flowing again. Vivek was changing gears as his hands caressed her legs, sliding up to her calves, as he tongued her navel. She shifted awkwardly as his edges inched upwards and were massaging her inner thighs.

"It's messy," she said, as she urged him to stop that. But Vivek wasn't too be discouraged and his hands tugged her pantie that protected the thick liquid from dripping.

"We can't," she said, pushing his hands away, "I am sore."

"I just want to see it," he pleaded. She blushed for the first time, not wanting to expose her pussy lips that were clinging to her lovers cock only a little while ago. She reluctantly lifted her seat as Vivek pulled on her panties. He encouraged her to scoot forwards as he lifted the hem of her saree and neatly lay on her tummy. The saree on her tummy shielded her view of her pussy but couldn't protect from the realization that now her husband would know how it looks after she has mated with a well-endowed man. In the past, he had inspected her pussy lips several times after he discharged in her but never was very satisfied as the pussy lips were usually only slightly distended and never ever flared up, exposing a gaping hole. To his delight he found a sight that he had always fantasized. Antara' pussy was matted with thick, gooey, pungent smelling white stuff and her pussy lips, deep red in color, where flared up, displaying a gaping hole, perhaps the size of his index finger. He inhaled the aroma that he had slavishly dreamed of. As his warm breath hit her clit, Antara shuddered, both in anticipation of a lust filled act and shock of having to experience such a depraved act, once again. Vivek didn't disappoint. He extended his tongue to land it straight on her clit. There was only a single point of contact between his tongue and her clit but no sooner did that happen, she involuntarily lifted her bum and pulled in his hand with both her hands. His face was covered with Yusuf's cum as Antara moaned, "Oh Vivek..."

He was lost in the moment as his tongue penetrated her pussy and the mixture of their juices descended on his tongue. It was very bitter and not the way he anticipated it to be the moans that fell on his ears were from another world. It was not a time to retreat but march ahead and disregarding the foul taste of Yusuf's semen, he continued licking her. She held his mouth so close to her pussy that almost all of that trickled out, went down his throat. It was an incredible experience as more and more liquid dripped out of her pussy into his mouth, some of which fell sideways, dripping down his chin. Vivek was supporting her with his hands as fed him her sloppy pussy. Eventually the liquid stopped flowing and so did Antara's ecstasy ebb away. However, that wasn't the end from Vivek. In fact, it was only the beginning where she would climb yet another climax if he carefully pushed ahead. And of course there was plenty of semen that was still present that needed to be cleaned, he thought. Antara languidly lay as Vivek stroked her pussy once again, circling the outline of her pussy lips and every now and then lick her inner thighs to get rid of some of the semen that was drying off. Within five minutes of his effort, she again started to convulse. He knew that his efforts didn't go in vain. Quite uncharacteristically, Antara ground her pussy lips against his mouth and towards the end even humped his mouth. Vivek knew that this was no mean accomplishment.

As they sobered up, Antara said, "I couldn't believe it that you would do that!"

"What?"

"Put your tongue into that mess," she exhaled.

"There is always a first time," he said. Vivek seemed more relaxed now that he accepted his fate, the same way that Antara had accepted hers. It was decided that at an opportune time Yusuf would move to their place and work as their advisor and in the process help them expand their family.

Antara thought a lot over what transpired in such short span of time and how quickly some of her baser suspicions turned out to be true. She now wondered if Vivek indeed was ignorant for some part of those seven days or whether he was desperately seeking such a fate. As she started weighing in the facts some of the innocuous acts didn't seem so in retrospect.

To begin in with, he shouldn't offered anyone help given their situation. Moreover, stopping to help and rolling down the window when his newly wedded wife lay in semi-exposed situation was certainly not warranted. On several occasions, instead of insisting to stay next to his wife, Vivek always found opportunities to excuse himself, leaving her in the company of a cheap thug. And even when he was supposed to stay closer to her as she was hiding in the shed, he opted to be away from her.

That evening after Antara had willingly offered herself to Yusuf they stopped at a secluded place for the night. It was a small place owned by an elderly couple that Yusuf knew very well. They were generous to provide for dinner and a small hut to spend the night. That night Yusuf enticed Vivek into drinking liquor, which he could have easily refused but didn't. And despite her objections he got drunk. It seemed well planned but Antara still had semblance of shame left and wasn't quite willing to accept her fate.




Those Seven Days Ch. 02



As she listlessly slept next to Vivek inside the hut, she wondered about her quandary. Here was a drunk husband, who instead of consummating their marriage was happy to taste liquor that he hadn't shown much fascination for all his life. Outside the hung stallion was prancing around to help her consummate her marriage; to whom she had involuntarily promised to surrender her virginity. Her body had no problem deciding but it was her mind that interfered, trying to control an errant wife. She felt guilty of giving in so easily. Instead of stepping out, she decided to seduce Vivek. er boldness knew no bounds as she kissed him passionately, sliding her hand into his underwear within no time. Despite being drunk, Vivek responded by kissing her back and she responded by jacking him off. In her fervor, she went overboard and his penis jerked violently, spewing his semen on her hand. Her whole plan fell flat; even on the second night they couldn't consummate their marriage.

She lay motionless next to him as Vivek dozed off. The days travel had taken a toll on everyone, so she too decided to sleep. She suspected Yusuf to be asleep as well. But fate had something else in store for her.

Deep in her slumber, she felt pleasant sensations, sort of an erotic dream. She squirmed with pleasure, although her mind was still struggling to understand the source of that pleasure. Her pelvis rocked back and forth languidly. It took more than a few moments for her to rise from her delirious state. She thought it was Vivek, who finally gaining his vigor was initiating things. Strangely, she was facing Vivek's side, and the hand came from behind to titillate and massage her vagina. It dawned on her that it was Yusuf and was petrified at the thought of getting fondled in the bed while Vivek slept blissfully next to her. She weighed her options but there weren't any apart from making out with Yusuf. Her body had already surrendered, even if her mind was wavering.

Finally, the amorous foreplay that had started the previous night continued. She slept on her side, holding her breath, allowing the stranger to take advantage. Her body was completely glued to his; with his right hand encircling her from under, playing with her tits. While his left hand massaged her covered orifice. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her playfully but gradually his kisses became wetter, with his tongue slithering out and licking her neck, cheek and her ear. The stale breath confirmed that it was Yusuf. Not that it mattered; now that she was warmed up. It was time to reward Yusuf for his perseverance and recklessness. 

She turned around, ensuring that Vivek was still fast asleep, to request him to cease the episode and continue it outside. Yusuf mistook it as an invitation and sealed her lips with his. It was heavenly. Antara pushed her tongue into his mouth without any encouragement. The warmth of his body and his erect penis rubbing her thigh urged her. She shunned thoughts of dissuading him. They lay in their arms kissing each other; exploring their mouths like teenagers, completely disregarding the person sleeping next to them. Yusuf masterfully, untied her Salwar and slid his hand inside her pantie. Antara whimpered as his barging fingers unleashed an array of sensations that she had only fleetingly experienced. Her body convulsed and she tried to suck in more of his finger by grinding her pussy on top of it. In merely two minutes of Yusuf's effort she came down shuddering while trying to muffle her moans through her passionate kisses.

She laid back motionlessly recovering from her first shattering orgasm. She had played with herself but didn't have the courage to employ her fingers in the manner Yusuf did. The sensations when they arouse were ever so fickle and ephemeral that she didn't know the full impact of those acts. Yusuf caressed her; waited for her to respond. He knew that this was a virgin wife who had never experienced sex.

She stared at her husband, who was blissfully unaware of his wife's dalliance with this thug. She hated herself for a moment but then knew that she was destined to experience the thrill of mating with a stranger on their conjugal night. Either she willingly submitted or he defiled her without her consent. Not every women had the benefit of such an experience. She looked at her husband, one last time, and then turned her attention to Yusuf. She welcomed him and kissed again; it was a slow, languid kiss. Subconsciously, she undid her Salwar and pulled him between her legs. Within the next few minutes, Yusuf pushed the thick knob of his penis into her virginal hole. Antara clenched her teeth as the his fat penis caused much more friction than she anticipated. It was much thicker than his finger and this time along with pleasure she also experienced some discomfort. 

Yusuf wasn't an amateur. He knew that it wasn't easy for an inexperienced woman to accommodate him. He went slowly and deliberately keeping in mind presence of her husband right next to them. Antara, however, was worried about her precarious state. She doubted her ability to endure the pain, not knowing that it was her ability to experience pleasure that was to be challenged.

Antara was a petite woman, so it was indeed difficult for her to adjust to his size. He was losing patience and didn't think it would do any good if he continued it at the same pace. So, after about five minutes, he decided to increase his tempo. With only a marginal increase in tempo, suddenly he found that her body responded and made it easier for them by providing more lubrication. She was still tight but the friction was proving to be pleasurable and not an impediment. Within a few minutes, Antara's discomfort translated into waves of pleasure that radiated from her virginal opening. Hearing her almost inaudible moans, Yusuf swelled with pride as his majestic equipment conquered yet another woman. Yusuf steadied his tempo and braced to prolong this phase of the intercourse. It was this phase that captivated their mind. It was the haunting of this delirious state that brought them back to him over and over again. As soon as she was comfortable with his girth, he alternated between quick and deep strokes. Antara was completely subsumed by the erotic feeling. Yusuf was surprised when for a newly wedded wife, he found her to match each of his strokes in a subtle manner. And then when her vagina sucked in his penis, he realized that she was his best catch by far. Within no time, they both headed towards their climax and Yusuf unloaded his semen inside her. 

Yusuf retired after that. Antara slept blissfully for next couple of hours, ignoring the leaking semen from her vulva; content with having consummated her marriage. Her sleep was again disturbed in the middle of night and this time she let him take her sideways. Not the most convenient position but the variety was required as the session was much longer than the previous one. Just like the previous time, he unloaded deep inside her. She was beyond worrying about the consequences of having unprotected sex with him. Basking in the glory of heavenly sex, she went back to sleep again. 

In the wee hours of morning, she had the urge once again. To repay the favor of providing her immense pleasure, she tiptoed to his bed outside and for the first time offered him a blow job, allowing him to cum inside her mouth. She disliked the taste but didn't mind it.

Upon returning back, she carefully bolted the door to avoid any more surprises. Just as she was about to doze off, she realized that it was her husband who needed her attention now. It was still dark out there. Vivek's hands were feeling her up. She was petrified with the idea of making out with him in her current state. Yet her body was willing to embrace him. When her vagina started responding to his touches, she felt ashamed about how slutty her body made her feel. She was introduced to the pleasure of multiple matings with multiple men on her very first night.

Vivek nuzzled into her and showered her with multiple kisses. She was relieved that Vivek didn't suspect anything. She cringed as his hands mauled her tender breasts that had already take significant abuse that night. However, she was more worried about her breath smelling of semen, as she had gulped Yusuf's abundant semen not more than fifteen minutes ago. Antara moved her hand to his pecker and gently stroked it as Vivek continued his petting. The sheer difference in their sizes didn't go unnoticed as she chuckled at the thought of having a rare privilege.

Vivek was not content with this and very soon he moved his lips to hers. She evaded his mouth everytime by showering kisses on his neck or chest but it was not much time before Vivek forced his tongue into her mouth. All her inhibitions were gone and she returned his kiss passionately. For a moment she let go of fears and enjoyed the moment. Vivek kissed her and they exchanged copious amount of saliva but she was surprised that Vivek didn't find anything objectionable.

She urged him to mount her and within minutes, his penis made its way into her dilated pussy. The difference was significant. Although, it was pleasurable she knew that there wasn't as much friction she had experienced earlier. Vivek continued to fumble with his strokes and the chasm between him and Yusuf became flagrantly apparent. Still she found the pleasurable sensations that kept her engaged but knew that the rendezvous with Yusuf was miles ahead of this one. Eventually Vivek found his rhythm and stroked her but it wasn't long before he sputtered and release his semen. She was let down by Vivek's amateurish fuck. He lacked the skill, the equipment, and copious amount of semen that had gushed into her when Yusuf ejaculated. Even then she was happy.

Vivek's willingness to make out with her immediately after Yusuf made out with her stood out in her mind. She wondered if indeed Vivek was aware of her transgression. After all, it wasn't more than fifteen minutes before she returned after fellating Yusuf. When she thought of this in the context of what happen in the present day, it dawned on her that perhaps Vivek was aware of what happened just before he approached her that night. At the very least, he knew that she fellated him that morning.

to be continued...