5 comments/ 49111 views/ 6 favorites A Trip Opening New Doors By: peelfun "Hey Amar! Boss has asked me to go to Bangalore for three days on an official tour yaar!" Sneha going on tour? This was interesting! Why would boss ask a married woman to go off on her own to Bangalore for a tour? It generally didn't happen; specially not in his company. What piqued Amar most though, was the fact that the expression on Sneha's face was rather unexpected. She wasn't worried, she looked excited instead! "Guess what I said..." Sneha began and then paused; she broke off mid sentence as though something had suddenly occurred to her. Amar leaned closer as he looked down at that portly face screwed up in thought behind large rimmed spectacles. He had gotten into the habit of dropping by her desk every day to spend a few moments talking to her; "Checking in for my daily attendance" he called it in jest. Work was getting gloomier each day and he found meeting her was a welcome diversion. Amar had been fantasizing about her for a decade now. They had joined the company together as graduate engineers along with twenty others. His objects of fantasy changed every few days, but Sneha was someone he never tired of using to prep up his imaginary sex life. Something about her being a batch-mate and married to a senior in the neighboring company tickled his mind; the more obvious reason was the fact that she was one of the very few women he came across each day in his work-life. The fact that she was rather on the heavy side did not deter him either; in fact, he found plump women very sexy. "Something wrong?" Sneha's words startled him out of his thoughts. He had to be more careful... he couldn't afford to be caught ogling her, like he was doing now -- staring at her lips. He hoped guilt did not show in his eyes when he looked up. A brief shake was all he offered and she continued her story. "Jeez! I hope I was not presumptuous, but you know, I was scared to travel alone. I haven't been out alone ever. So I told him that since you went so often to Bangalore, I would accompany you for three days when you leave next." Amar's eyes lit up at this piece of news. Banished into the farthest depths, was any vestige of boredom! He didn't want to sound too eager now and fought a successful battle to hide his excitement. Three days & two more on travel-all alone with Sneha! Now that was welcome luck! He'd exchange ten winning local lotteries for this opportunity any day! While he strived to outwardly look as though he was giving it some careful thought, his mind frantically searched for a reason good enough to get him to Bangalore. She had to think it was preplanned. "Yeah, I was going to go there next week," he said, "but I've got to see if I can advance that." He paused again, as though in deep thought. Just how short a wait should he gun for without sounding too eager? "Two days from now OK with you?" he asked at last. His own mind answered --that's one day too long! A smile broke out on Sneha's round face. All pearly teeth showing, she said "That's great! I was worried I would impose on you." Oh! If only she did impose more! Amar wished. "You didn't have any important plans did you?" she continued. Amar allowed a smile. "Nothing I cannot handle. Nothing that cannot wait. It would be a pleasure to be of help to you." Sneha looked relieved and wanted to jump into making arrangements. "We have to fill in travel plans, Right? Where do we get the forms? You must have a bunch..." "Hey! Hang on, will you? I'll get them and we'll fill them up. There's no hurry!" *** Lying wide eyed in bed that night, Amar could barely contain his excitement! They would be off on Monday, he thought staring up into the darkness with hands behind his head. Five full days with Sneha! Their relationship had come a long way. He had known from the beginning that Sneha was not the run of the mill girl. Well placed sources -a close mutual friend actually- had let him know that Sneha often read those "open with care!" mails that guys gleefully sent & received. The advent of the mail-box had thrown open new doors that allowed a free and frequent exchange of pornographic material between guys given to an almost adolescent excitement of viewing erotica. For Amar, after all these years, that excitement refused to die down, being fed by the sheer variety of material available on the net. And Sneha had been in the habit of reading such mails! His friend had told him of how, after office hours, Sneha would browse through his mail-box with him standing guard outside his cabin. Amar had tried to befriend Sneha then. But he never got anywhere significant. Over the years, her mentors had managed to fill her mind with negativity that made her view achievers like Amar with suspicion. Every thing he did well seemed to irk her for some reason and he had to carefully phrase his words to her to ensure she didn't assume wrong things. She was conditioned to believe that guys only got ahead by belittling others. "Put a man down & you look taller" seemed to be what she assumed was everybody's philosophy. It was only over the last year that he had hit upon a means of systematically breaking down that impression she had built of him. Calculated words spoken at opportune moments had managed to change her view of him and paint him as a good hearted cherub (Amar took pride in believing he genuinely was that). It had taken a great many frank admissions and subtle manipulations to make her see that he was actually an innocent among the pack of dogs. He had often bared himself to her inviting her sympathy. The success of his plan, constructed & modified along the way, lay in revealing a very strong moral fiber. He had to gain her confidence project that he really meant nobody any harm. Sneha was convinced finally that there was no shred of malice in him. She probably even took pride in having a 'special' relationship with him. Amar turned to look at his wife peacefully sleeping beside him. It was not that he didn't love her. She was the love of his life. But he yearned for more. A more adventurous wife really did not qualify as better. Amar's wife, according to him, was the best. But he did rue the fact that a more open minded wife willing to experiment would have helped spice up his life more. He knew she wasn't mentally strong enough to tackle a more open approach to sex. His thankfulness to fate that got him married to his wife lay in the conviction that the possibility of finding a woman with an emancipated approach to sex while still having all of his wife's good qualities must be of the smallest probability. But that did not mean he had to restrict himself --so long as he did not let any dallying affect his relationship with her. He found that a tall order; safeguarding his relationship with the love of his life meant that he had never ventured into any situation that had even an iota of potential to cause harm. That brought him to this life he had built -- indulging ever so often in a world of fantasy. The proposed trip with Sneha was a godsend. He would shore up experiences to bolster his fantasies. He had no need to safeguard against being caught blatantly ogling Sneha. Now that was one thing he had taken particular care of when at work. On this trip, being among strangers most of the time was going to allow him chances to take all sorts of liberties. He only had to be careful about ensuring he didn't spoil the relationship with Sneha. Their interactions these days were rather exciting. Amar was ever on the lookout to enter into Sneha's personal space when around her. A casual touch, a whispered conversation with his face up close to Sneha's, breathing in deep of her scent when up close...these were highlights that gave him an almost unholy kick every time. Touching her had to be done ensuring that she never got a whiff of his intentions and he did manage to get by with enough such instances to keep him happy. This opportunity was really a godsend. *** The evening they had to leave, the company car picked Amar up first and proceeded to Sneha's home on the way to the railway station. They were to take the train to Kolkata, stay the night at a hotel and catch the early morning flight to Bangalore. Sneha was standing at the gate with her husband and two small boys. Amar was well acquainted with Sneha's husband and had good conversations with him at every social gathering. Now seeing the guy cheerfully waving them goodbye made Amar feel a bit guilty. But just for a fleeting instant. Sneha was really excited and chattered away throughout the drive to the station. The car being big, Amar had to be content sitting a distance away on his side --but the train journey would be another thing. They were on the air conditioned chair car which had rather cramped seating. He was going to be sitting real close to her. Further delight awaited Amar in the train; they were seated on the last row of the car. The bonus was that the third seat in their row and the three seats across the aisle were unoccupied! The seats indeed were cramped --for Sneha. Amar, with only 120 lbs on his 5'9" frame, was comfortable enough with space to spare on his seat. But Sneha, weighing almost 140 lbs and only 5'2" tall, was squeezed into the window seat next to him. Noting her discomfort, Amar said, "Sneha, this armrest folds back." Then pulling back the armrest between them, he said, "Here, this will be better." "Ah! Much better!" Sneha smiled, settling back into the seat. Amar was in bliss now; Sneha's left thigh rested along the length of his. The feeling of the two of them being wedged between the armrest on his left and the window to her right gave him a cozy feeling of togetherness. Amar was bathed in her perfume. More than her perfume, he loved to get a whiff of the natural aroma emanating from her body towards the end of a hot and sticky day at work. This tour was going to give him ample opportunity to experience that! As they continued to talk, Sneha being a restless soul often shifted animatedly, brushing his thighs with hers every time. Amar, contrary to all his plans was surprisingly loath to initiate any other intimate contact. He had often masterfully engineered situations to place a palm on her arms or to initiate some other touch when he was in the office; but he surprisingly kept himself in check this time round. In fact, it was Sneha who first placed her hands on his thigh when she was excitedly into discussing something. That contact seemed to break the dam and Amar was right back in original form, touching her at every opportunity. Soon enough, he was taking rather surprising liberty with Sneha and she seemed not to notice a thing. Trips like this have a peculiar way of breaking down barriers. By and by, Amar himself forgot his engineered advances and was happily engrossed in the conversation, unaware of the increasing familiarity. The trip was to take a little over four hours and the two fell silent after a time. They had talked about their kids, spouses, work and even on a range of random subjects. Sneha was getting sleepy and her head drooped. After catching herself falling forward a few times, she attempted to recline further in her seat sliding her bottom further out. She seemed to find this rather comfortable and settled down. The sliding forward however, had an effect of pulling up the material of her chudidar. The material trapped between her shoulder blades & the back-rest pulled at her ample breasts in front highlighting their curves. The size of her breasts was fully revealed and Amar stared at them for an instant. Being seated at the very back of the coach gave them a measure of privacy & he indulged himself in sizing up her body. Looking down, Amar found that the hemline of her Chudidar top, which was earlier modestly placed over her knees, had ridden up to reveal the pants of the dress midway up to her thighs. Just as an up skirt sight makes a male heart race (more than a woman in a two piece bikini), the sight of her thighs, covered in material though they were, was one hell of a kick. Amar considered retracting the hem further himself for an instant, but could not bring himself to do it. He decided to stay content with drinking in the sight of Sneha in this state. One could not expect to remain comfortable in an unnatural position for long and Sneha was soon restless. She sleepily sat up and tried hard to keep her head straight. She couldn't though and eventually her head slid sideways to rest on Amar's shoulder. Oh Bliss! Amar cautiously turned his face sideways and buried his nose into her hair. Sneha had worn her hair open today and Amar pleasured himself breathing in the aroma emanating from her. This state of affairs didn't last long. Soon Sneha was again uncomfortable and her head resting on Amar's shoulders almost slipped forward a few times. He didn't dare hold her head --he considered it fleetingly though. This time round though, Amar mustered enough courage to ask her something an Indian man could never think of asking another man's wife to do. It must have been the familiarity bred by being passengers on a long journey, or the unique position of seclusion they enjoyed in the coach; but Amar found the guts. "Hey! Sleepy-head..." He roused Suzy, with a touch on her thighs. "Hmmm?" She murmured, waking up. "You'll never get comfortable on that seat...trust me, I have gone through this before. Want to lie down on the seat? You can put your head on my lap...I wouldn't mind" Even as he said this, it struck him that it was she who mustn't mind! But the words were spoken. Sneha looked at him bleary eyed and Amar held his breath. Thankfully, she cast a sleepy glance around and seemingly satisfied with the privacy, said "'K..." and made to lie down immediately. "Just a sec," Amar said, hurriedly stopping her and getting up from his seat. He folded back the arm-rest to his left and seated himself on the third seat from the window. "Here" he said motioning Sneha to lie down. Having more space, Sneha made herself comfortable on the two seats and let her head rest on Amar's thigh. She lay on her side, facing the front & folded her knees, tucking her ankles between her bottom & the window. She was soon asleep & Amar wide awake! Here was the object of his most enduring fantasies lying down with her head on his lap. It sure beat anything he had experienced with her to date. Soon he had a problem. He had no place to rest his right hand. The backrest was too high and the arm-rest folded up. With the pain increasing in his raised hand, Amar gave up and folding his arm, he let the palm rest on Sneha's Shoulder. She thankfully slept on, not feeling his arm resting on her from shoulder to her elbow. Amar settled down again, his pleasure taken up another notch! This was turning out real good. It got better. Having lain on her side for a time, Sneha eventually seemed to try and get herself more comfortable and in the process she had ended up with her torso facing somewhat upwards. She raised her knee in her sleep and propped it up on the arm-rest by the window. Now her hemline fell away from her knees revealing the full length of her thighs and even the material bunched at her groin. Amar immediately looked around, fearing she may look indecent to others and thinking he must re-arrange her clothes. They remained un-noticed however and he let her be. He was seeing more than he had ever done of Sneha and didn't want to lose the opportunity. He was sure now that he would not sleep for the remainder of the journey. He still had a problem however. His right hand was again in the air! With more confidence this time round, Amar slowly reached forward with his arm bent and placed it gently just below Sneha's breasts on her torso, taking care to ensure she was not uncomfortable. He was half hugging her supine form now. Seeing no adverse reaction, he relaxed and went about thoroughly scanning her body from foot to head. When he reached her face, he found she was smiling contentedly in her sleep. He gazed long at her face --her lips, her eyes, her neck, and wondered how it would feel to kiss her there. A fleeting vision of his penis resting on those lips crossed his mind heightening the pleasure he was getting out of this situation. He set his mind to recording all these feelings. They would soon come in handy! Amar eventually dozed off after all. When he awoke, he found his left palm cupping Sneha's head even as she continued to sleep. In fact, he found he had been gently caressing her hair. With a smile on his face, he continued it for a time savoring the feeling of closeness. He found he had a hard-on now, but luckily had come prepared for this. He figured a thick and tight pair of jeans with sport shorts inside was good enough to hide any such situation. When they neared their first destination, Sneha awoke. She seemed disoriented at first, and then a smile broke out on her face as she looked up at Amar. Sitting up, she first re-arranged her hair, then her disheveled clothes. "Ah! I had a good nap. Thank you Amar!" she said. "Good to get a rest whenever you can on a trip you know," Amar offered in the manner of a teacher instructing his student. Sneha gave him another of her high voltage smiles and looked out the window. Amar stood up, stretched, and replacing the armrest after the second seat, squeezed back again beside Sneha. "We are nearing Kolkata," Sneha said as she peered out the window, "What's next?" "There'll be a company car waiting for us beside the platform with our names pasted on a board. We locate it and take the ride to the Hotel for the night." "How far is the Hotel from the Airport?" "That is the problem with going to Bangalore you know, the Hotel is almost an hour's drive early in the morning & the flight takes off six in the morning. That means we have to be at the airport by five or before and so leave the hotel by four. Getting up at half past three is the most difficult part." "God! 3.30 In the morning? That's going to be tough. Hey! We've reached!" Amar, the gentleman he was, picked up Sneha's suitcase, his own and his laptop. He escorted Sneha to the door. They made their way through the huge crowd at Howrah station. Sneha ensured she stuck close to Amar. It was Sneha who spotted their names on the board of a private Taxi and they got in to make the half hour journey to the hotel. Amar had been there many a time and they had no problems checking in. A hotel employee carried their luggage and escorted them to the elevator. On the way, Sneha leaned close to Amar & whispered, "Hey Amar, come with me to my room till the guy leaves na?" "Sure" he whispered back. Their rooms were on the 3rd floor and reaching there, Amar accompanied Sneha and the hotel boy to her room and directed the fellow to carry his luggage to his room and bring back the key to him. Amar walked back into Sneha's room. She was taking in the opulence of the room with a fascinated look. "Wow! We really get to travel grand eh? Are all hotels you stay in like this?" "Pretty much. The ones in the metros are generally better. It's very important to check the bathroom you see." They moved to the Bathroom and found it quite well appointed. It had a Tub! "Ah! That's rare...we generally don't get tubs. I hope my room has one too; sometimes only a few rooms in the hotel have tubs and you get one if lucky" "Hmm... Lucky me then! I surely could do with a hot dip in the tub!" Sneha said. The hotel boy returned with Amar's key and Amar tipped him at the door, while Sneha watched him deal with the guy. When they went back into the room, Sneha sat down on the bed and squealed gleefully at the softness of the mattress. "I guess you would feel like a king in these...only problem being that you would not have servants take care of your needs" A Trip Opening New Doors "Oh! They are there, but will be invisible. They only enter the room when you are away. They have special door cards you know, and what they do with your room everyday would surprise you. By the way, don't worry about setting things right when you leave. This is one time you can do just about anything in this room and leave things as they are behind." "Hey! You are right!" Sneha said, now sprawled on the bed with her chin resting on her hands and herself deep in thought. After a while, looking at Amar, she said "Now that is a big bonus." "Yup! I just don't have to worry that my wife will nag!" he laughed, "Not that she is a nagger of course." Amar walked over to the small study table on one side of the massive bed. The Bed and the Large LCD television on the wall seemed to dwarf every other thing in the room. One wall to the side had a large French window with blinds. The blinds were also closed. Sneha still seemed lost in thought when Amar looked. "Hey what are you thinking?" he asked stepping up to the bed. "You know Amar, I was thinking...I am a very deep sleeper and I just cannot wake up in the middle of the night. I do wake up automatically at six every morning, but no alarm can wake me up before that. It has to be someone waking me up physically." "But Sneha, you need to be up by three, or half past three at least...Does the telephone not wake you?...we could setup a wake-up call you know..." Sneha was shaking her head already "Pretty useless. Even if you rang the bell out at the door, I cannot guarantee I will wake up" Amar scratched his head for a solution. "Ah! What if you gave me your door card for the room, I could enter and wake you up. Only, we need to find a way to activate the electrical system for the room with an alternate card. Soon after we take off the original card from its slot in the wall, the lights go off." Amar immediately moved to the door drawing his wallet. Taking out a credit card, he found it just the right size of the door card. However, when he inserted it into the slot, there was no response. "Hell! This is an electronically activated switch. It needs your card!" "So it is either someone using this card to open the door from outside, or you opening the door from inside" "Unless we get a duplicate card like the floor manager has...and I am sure they would never give one for your room to me!" said Amar. "Hey! Why not get the floor manager to wake you up at three?" The look Sneha gave him made him shut up mid way and he sheepishly looked at her. "Look Amar, the more I think of it, there seems only one solution. Now that I know the floor manager has a key, I am myself apprehensive that he can walk in any time!" Amar started to reply, but Sneha cut him off "Wait! I would feel safer once I have spent a night in a hotel room. Now considering that we have to wake up at three and the situation with the key, the only solution is for you to stay here with me. You can use the couch to sleep on if that is Ok with you" Amar's eyes almost popped out! But Sneha did look serious. He searched her eyes for any hint that she was teasing him...but found only deadpan seriousness. "Sneha, I don't know if that would be a good idea...it's not the couch...but wouldn't that be improper? Uh...maybe you should think this again." "Look Amar, will you do something to me deliberately and against my will?" "Of course not! No way! I am not like that." "Well, coming from you, your word is good enough for me. And being assured of that, my husband or your wife need not know." Amar looked at Sneha a long moment. This woman was really of a strong mind! "Now why are you looking at me like that?" Sneha broke into his thoughts. "Uh...nothing! Nothing at all! Why? Getting uncomfortable now?" "I told you that your word was good enough didn't I?" she said and Amar smiled... "Confirms!" he said. "Confirms what?" "Oh! Just that you are a strong minded girl" "Hmm...what do you think...a girl in a man's profession? Would I have made it this far if it was not for my mental strength?" "Yup! You are right" Having settled the matter, Amar went off to his room to change into night clothes while Sneha did the same in her room. Back at Sneha's door after fifteen minutes, Amar was met with the sight of the woman of his fantasies dressed in a night-gown. He drank in the vision. The intimacy of the situation went up a notch. "Why are you in jeans still?" Sneha asked from behind as they moved into the room through the passage, Sneha having secured the bolt at the door. "Well, that is a secret," Amar responded smiling. 'Hey! Real unfair...now you have me piqued. You'll have to tell." "Come on Sneha, not fair" Amar protested. "Nope!" she said, settling into the bed "now that you mentioned it, you'll have to tell" "Yaar, it's rather private!" "So? You are only making it more difficult for me to contain my curiosity...No go...you'll have to tell" She insisted "Well, don't laugh...and don't blame me. Look around you; a hotel is THE most private place you can have in the world. Nothing you do here goes out and nobody knows...no body sees me. Not even my wife!" He paused, feeling uncomfortable about this. "Go on!" she said, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him, "tell me!" What the heck...she asked after all... "Well, I just don't carry night clothes. I stay nude!" Well it was out! Sneha laughed out loud. It took some time till she could get herself to say anything and Amar shifted uncomfortably, there was no other time he was as embarrassed as this! Managing to control her chuckles, she said, "Now that is some news! Who would imagine you would dare to do that!' 'Why? Every guy to his own ideas..." Sneha was not about to let this go and decided to continue ribbing him. "Get a kick out of it eh?" she said peering over her glasses at him. Amar felt comfortable enough to laugh this time. "Big kick!" They settled down to view a movie on the television. Sneha however was not finished and would burst out into giggles every now and then till Amar got frustrated. "Hey! What's to laugh about? There is this concept of nudist camps OK? So when there is a case for people to do it together, why not me alone?" "Ok! Ok! Yaar, I agree...tell me, do you do it all the time you are inside the room?" 'Yup! Pretty much" he said, and decided to continue, "I walk around like that, watch television, have a drink...just about anything. Actually I check out if there is a danger outside the window of someone seeing me and if that is not the case, I sometimes have the guts to open the blinds. Kick is bigger that way. Not at nights though, when the light inside my room is bright & the outside is dark...I chicken out and close the blinds! In spite of knowing there is no one looking out there." Again that laugh rang out. "OK, since you are being so honest, I must confess I do this too at times at home when my husband and kids are away!" Now this was a bolt from the blue..."Really?" "Why? One philosophy for guys and another for the girls eh? Well I get a kick too...I read, watch television, walk around the rooms --after the curtains are closed of course. Every new thing I do in the nude is a kick!" "Well, well, who would have thought!" Amar said looking at Sneha. "But then like I said, every body to his own!" "This is getting real interesting Amar, you must tell me more now...I've heard most successful and brilliant guys are said to be highly sexed! What about you?" "What? Are you saying I'm a very successful guy?" he said cheekily. "Really! This is the limit! You rose faster than any of us, didn't you? You are considered brilliant of course. Anyway, I was asking if you consider yourself highly sexed" "Well I don't know about brilliant, but about being highly sexed...yes!" "Hmm...I thought so. How many women have you had in your life?" she asked. But Amar hesitated. "Come on Amar, we are having a frank discussion here OK? And what is said in this room stays in the room. I can trust you on that. That is why I told you about me. Tell me..." Amar decided he could. This trip was getting far beyond his expectations...but he had lost that idea of trying to get closer to Sneha and to store up experiences for later use. It was rolling out that way anyway. More importantly, he could not remain devious for any length of time. Having her reassurance, he decided to continue, "Well, don't laugh at me, but I have technically had only one woman...my wife!" "Get off! It is impossible!" "No! Its true...see it's like this. I am pretty highly sexed, but my wife isn't. She's just the normal kind. I never had the guts to do anything before my marriage was arranged. Just that one time when I got into heavy petting with a girl..." Sneha raised an eyebrow at that. "It's true, I know I'm not good looking...but it did happen!" "Idiot, I wasn't thinking about that girl...and this has got nothing to do with looks... it seems to me you have an inferiority complex. Anyway, I was wondering why only your wife! There must have been many!" "Oh that", Amar answered, "it's like this. One way is to pay your way...but that is too risky these days --health issues an all. Another is to seduce a woman...well that is fraught with too many problems. You see, to have an affair calls for both people to be very strong in the mind. Otherwise there will be complications." "Go On!" Sneha said interestedly, hugging a pillow to her chest. "Well, I know for sure that I am mentally strong. For me, pornography, fantasy, these are just that...a world of fantasy. Watching many x-rated films doesn't make me a sex crazed character who goes around visualizing every woman I see on the street unclothed. I can clearly shift to any mode I like." "For example, there was this guy once who was sitting on the dinner table with us guys and a woman friend walked up to him and began a conversation. His face was on level with her breasts. They spoke at quite a length and after a while, the woman left. Guess what this guy says?" "What?" "He says --yaar, all the time I was looking at her boobs and imagining them naked!" "That is what I call a weak mind. I just cannot get myself to do that when in normal conversation with a woman. I never think anything other than the interaction at hand. It is a different thing that I may go back home and fantasize about her later. But that is again done in my fantasy cocoon. " Sneha was focused on what he was saying and he continued without a pause "That friend of mine had a weak mind. Such people can cause a lot of damage in a relationship. They cannot control their thoughts. Affairs are not good for either them or their near and dear ones. Complications arise...wrong expectations, guilt, possessiveness, obsession...the list is long" The conversation had Sneha totally hooked now and she was listening intently to everything he had to say. "I may be strong enough to ensure any dalliances do not affect my relationship with my wife...whom I dearly love. But then many people cannot keep sex and love separate. They actually can be. What do I do if my wife does not think so? I cannot pressure her into new arenas. People from the west would probably go for a divorce, but then very few people would stay married. Admittedly, there is this is one thing good about the western practice of Love marriages. They get a chance to gauge their partners before they get married. We don't get that opportunity here in India. But then, in relationships before marriage, it is hard to expect anybody to be fully rational and calculating like they can be after marriage! Look at the divorce rate there. No wonder, there are people with so many failed marriages. They go through a string of them till they find or end up not finding the right spouse material. Being beaten along the way with failed relationships makes them more vulnerable to making sound decisions. The odds get worse every time. Now in India, things are different. We marry ear-marked persons selected by experienced people. Then we together build a life. When the going gets tough, the culture not allowing divorce easily makes us persist in trying to evolve a solution. Actually, the mature people in the west would see the benefits of the Indian system." "You can see why I do not get around trying to have affairs where I live. I don't get opportunities to check if the other person is strong enough! And I owe it to them not to rush them into folly" That conversation continued for a long time with Sneha expressing her opinions. She was mainly in agreement with Amar and eventually, they fell silent. Sneha was looking at the television, but seemed deep in thought. Eventually, she looked around and broke the silence. "Amar, you left your laptop here. Don't ask me any questions Ok, Just log in and hand it over to me." He wondered why, but getting off the sofa, he picked up the laptop, logged in and set it up beside her on the bed. "Go and sit back and watch TV OK?" He settled down again, but couldn't concentrate on the show running. Now what is she checking on it? ...My GOD! It struck him. The cunning woman probably was running a search on the Jpeg & Mpeg files on his laptop! He jumped up. "Hey Sneha, that is unfair OK..." "Just stay there OK...no talking. Since we are being so frank, I might as well see what things you have stored in your computer...I knew you would have a lot of material here." Amar made a move to protest, but was met with a look of a child pleading for goodies...that made him sit back. He was pretty uncomfortable now and fidgeted in his seat. After almost half an hour of scanning through his laptop, Sneha called him over and patted the bed next to her, asking him to sit. Amar went with a feeling of foreboding and settled himself beside her as she tilted the laptop so he could see. It was his secret hidden folder of course. He had the habit of carefully organizing all material into well defined folders. His pictures folder had sub-folders: pussy shots, regular, lesbian, group, pee, swinger, fat, ebony etc. His story folder had sub-folders built on the segmentation of his favorite erotic story site: Loving wives, Lesbian, group etc. The movies folder had the same segmentation like the Pictures folder. "You really have an extensive collection eh?" She proceeded to open folders randomly and browse through a few pictures in each folder. Amar was having a hard-on now and had dragged the sheets over his waist. Sneha noticed and giggled --but she let it rest. She paused at the pee folder and looked at him with twinkling eyes..."That too?" He could only blush. Picking the 'fat' section, she found the rather huge collection of pictures and said, "You get turned on by fat women?" Amar sheepishly scratched his head. "Yeah! But it takes time to download my kind of fat woman pictures from the net. I have to discard most of them that are excessively fat or obese. But nicely plump and rounded women do turn me on. I can build a multitude of fantasies around them!" The atmosphere in the room had turned real thick now. Amar could hear both himself & Sneha breathing. The Click of the keys of the Laptop seemed unnaturally loud. Sneha was also shifting a mite restlessly from time to time. My cock is erect; she must be wet down there too. He looked 'down there' but the sheet covered her 'down there' rather well. Opening the pussy folder, she browsed through a few and eventually broke the silence. "You seem partial to the sight of a woman's pussy. In fact all photographs somehow have the pussy showing. Right?" "Well yeah! That's true." was only what Amar could offer. At the stories section, she only browsed through the categories and reached one of his favorites 'Panty Sniffing' "Amar, what is it about women's panties that excite men?" "Arrae! Simple --they are the lucky bits of cloth that have lain pressed against a woman's pussy. The fact that they would have a scent of the most private parts of a woman drives men crazy" "You mean then that you pick up your wife's panties and smell them whenever you can?" "Don't make me look like an obsessed man OK," Amar protested. "I do that too sometimes" She was not finished, "And what does 'that too' mean?". Amar hesitated a fleeting second, but there was no point withholding any information now. He had already spoken more than enough to warrant holding back some information. "You see, one of my friends' wives had this habit of leaving soiled clothes in her bathroom, for washing on the next day. Every time I go to their place for dinner, I use the bathroom to take a leak. I invariably sift carefully through the wash basket for her panties. If I find them, I hold them against my face and breathe in deep. That kick is something! Anyway, like I said, when I leave the bathroom, the episode is forgotten in my mind temporarily. I couldn't face her and start imagining of how that pussy I just smelled would look." "And what if you didn't find any panty?" "Well, she would have left something back. I would try to pick up any scent of her from the dresses she left back." Sneha's only reaction was a flaring of her nostrils and a gentle heaving of her chest. "By the way, I would map the way the clothes looked prior to the search so that I could leave it just the same as it was. I was paranoid of any of them catching on to me!" That brought out a laugh from Sneha and she turned back to the screen. Amar had been baring all his secrets to her and wanted some in return. "Sneha, I have been telling you all about my preferences...come on, you need to tell me about yourself now." "There's not much more to tell Amar, you must have guessed that I too love sex. There are many common things between our lives. My husband is not all that interested. Not that it is abnormal...but we do have an average sex life I suppose. Anyway, I too love my husband & kids but have to depend on pornographic material to satisfy my other desires & curiosity. Problem is that we women have rather less access to that. I cannot get caught at home surfing porn. Nor can women match the 'open carefully' mail-forward frequency of men. She wasn't finished and Amar urged her to continue. "You know, I had a friend once who used to allow me to read his mail-box. But these days, I almost have no opportunity." Amar could not believe her husband did not try new things. He decided to ask, "Could you not ask your husband to show you some?" "My husband would hit the roof if he knew that I love to browse through such material. Anyway, his friends also think the same and I am sure he would never be getting any such forward-mails." "You guys only have conservative -- Missionary position sex is it?" "Yup! Just start -- take off clothes -- lie on top -- caress a bit -- go -- finish." "Uh oh! Well maybe you must try to encourage him to try new things." "Already did --no headway!" "Well then what about other guys? Have you been with anyone else?" Sneha had a regretful look about her when she said, "No Amar, just because I was always scared. I was scared for all the wrong reasons. After hearing your views, I feel lucky I did not venture into that. You are right; it does have to be a strong person who would not complicate your life." She had again retreated into her thoughts. Then suddenly, she turned to Amar and asked, "Amar, you said you often fantasized about women, whom do you use in them?" Amar shifted uncomfortably. This was coming close to danger. "Oh just about anybody...film stars etc." "Never anyone in our place?" "Well, almost everyone if you must know! But then like I said, that is only in fantasy" "Girls in our company too?' she persisted. A Trip Opening New Doors "Yeah." "And if you like plump women, what about me?" Amar looked at her. She was looking back with wide eyes that had some new light in them. He knew he would not lie now. "Yes, very often. In fact I have been doing it for years now --more than a decade. Especially you. There may be a few others close, but none so much as you" he said unable to look into Sneha's eyes. She drew in a deep breath. Then looking into Amar's eyes, she asked, 'What do we do in those?" "Everything" "Everything here?" She almost whispered, pointing a shaky finger to the laptop. "Yes. Everything" Sneha continued to look at him silently. His heart was thudding away now and his erection had got rather painful. Finally seeming to have decided something, she began to talk. "Amar, you know that even before we discussed all this, I told you I was a strong woman? It all fits. I for some reason am in the most private of places you have experienced; no one need know. I always thought I had lost shape and would not interest anyone; but you fantasize about me." "I would like to fulfill at least one fantasy...do you want to smell my panty?" The blood rushed up to Amar's face when he heard this! What kind of a question was that? No red-blooded man could refuse that! For the first time, he voiced his thoughts. "My God! What kind of a question is that? I am a red-blooded man you know. I cannot refuse that! Yes! I would love to smell your panty. But are you sure?" Not looking away, Sneha reached below the sheets. Drawing up the hemline of her night-gown, she reached for her waist and hooking her thumbs there, she proceeded to slip her panty off underneath the sheet. She bent forward to untangle it from her ankles and slowly drew it in her right hand. She looked down at it when it cleared the covering bed sheets. It was large. It was white cotton and had small flowers on it. It also revealed a wet patch at the crotch. Amar was still staring at the precious bit of clothing when Sneha looked up at him. She slowly brought it closer to him and he looked up into her eyes. They were bright and shining with an inner fire as she brought it up to shoulder level between them. With trembling hands, Amar took the panties from her and not looking away from her eyes, he slowly brought the material to his face. The moment he lost sight of her behind the panties, he closed his eyes and the aroma immediately hit him. Pressing the material into his face, he buried his nose into the crotch and inhaled deeply. This was one of his best enduring fantasies. Her pussy scent filling his senses. The strong scent of a woman's arousal mixed with the traces of stale urine engulfed him. The material was still warm on his nose and the crotch portion was fully wet. He looked up when he drew his face away. Sneha had her eyes open and was looking intently at him. He slowly and deliberately brought the soiled panties up to his lips and planted a kiss on the wet portion of the fabric. Sneha's eyes shifted from his to see her panty pushed against his lips. Amar could see slowly a look of new resolution form in her eyes. "Do you..." She started to speak hoarsely and checked herself to clear her throat. "Do you want to see me naked?" Amar could only nod his head in jerks. It must have been his display of eagerness, but something changed and Sneha seemed to take control of the situation. Her voice rang clear when she said, "Here, come in front of me and sit," pointing to the bed at her feet. Amar didn't even stop to think of the evident bulge in his pants. He had long forgotten the discomfort. Like an automaton, he crawled to her feet, knelt there and sat down on his ankles. "You have wanted to see my body naked? Now take your fill." Sneha said reaching down below the sheets. She held the hemline of her gown again with both hands and slowly drew the material back, out from below her bottom and crossing arms, she took off the gown over her shoulders and head in a fluid moment. Amar drank in the sight of her large breasts covered in a black bra. The material of the bra was stretched around the large orbs and hardly managed to cover more than half of them. The swell of the breasts and the cleavage was a sight he had often dreamed of. He had got many a small glimpse of it when at work. But this beat everything. He longed to see those breasts released from their constraints and Sneha did not plan to disappoint him. Reaching back, she unclasped the strap and the full glory of her fair breasts was revealed. The large and dark areolas lay low in the weight of her breasts and encircled perfect nipples; large and dark and totally turgid from her excitement. Her breasts were huge, but they did not touch her rounded tummy and Amar looked down hoping to catch a glimpse of her pussy. But she had drawn the sheets up to her waist and he was denied his urgent desire. Sneha seemed to know what he wanted. Sliding her bottom a bit towards him, she turned to arrange two pillows behind her back. Amar caught his breath as the large orbs swayed when she twisted her torso. The perfect shape evident from the side showed him that her breasts had not sagged completely. He longed to plant a kiss on that curve. But he had to restrain himself. It was sweet torture. Having arranged the pillows, Sneha lay back on them stretching her body. The breasts again changed shape & Amar stared at the nipples now pointing straight to him. Spreading her knees below the sheets, Sneha said looking up straight into his eyes, "This is how they all pose right? The pose you like and keep downloading all the time?" Amar again only managed to nod. "Then slowly pull the sheet off to see my pussy," Sneha said. With trembling hands, Amar reached for the sheet and could barely restrain himself from the urge to jerk the sheet off. Instead, he slowly pulled the sheet. As the sheet came clear of her rounded tummy, her large navel came into view, then the gentle sloping of the fair tummy... finally, he caught a glimpse of short dark hair. He looked up to her face to see her looking at him holding her breath. He was mesmerized by the look on her face and wanted to see all her expressions. Finally letting go of restraint, he jerked the sheet off her body and flung it aside. He heard her gasp, but she didn't close her eyes. She was looking straight into his, waiting to see his reaction when he first saw her pussy. Amar looked down. The memory would forever be etched in his mind like carved on stone. The rounded tummy ended in a brush of dark and short hair and there in the centre of the puffy mound was Sneha's pussy, exposed in all its glory. Dark lips on the puffy mound lined a glistening and pink slit that was dripping juices on to the bed beneath her. The sight of her pussy spread open in the valley formed by her thick thighs was enough to drive any man crazy. For the first time in his life, he was looking at real live Indian woman, other than his wife, showing him her pussy. All the inadequacies of the jpegs he cursed at times were forgotten. This was Sneha's pussy. And she was showing it to him! She was presenting it to him! Even as he watched, she spread her knees wider and the glistening lips parted to reveal glimpses of the depths of her vagina. That she was aroused was clear; her clitoris was pushing out from beneath a small hood. Seeing his sight move further down, Sneha understood what he wanted. Lifting her spread knees towards her chest; she grasped one in each of her hands and pulled back, revealing her arse. The juices from the pussy flowed down the trail of dark skin that went right up to her other hole. Amar was finding it difficult to contain himself. But Sneha had other ideas. "Seen enough of this?" He shook his head, "Impossible!" His voice was rather steady, but he sounded breathless. "How can I get enough of seeing your pussy?" Sneha laughed out loud. "Well, let me show you more...do you like this pose? She asked, turning to her side till her right leg rested on the bed, knees bent & facing sideways. Lifting the right one straight, she grasped her ankle with her right hand and held it up facing the ceiling. "This is another favorite pose...right?" Amar drank in the sight of her pussy. The left side showed the complete curve of her pubis, snug against her inner thigh and the right side was stretched. Sneha went through a series of poses she obviously picked up from the jpegs earlier. She splayed her legs on the bed and spread her pussy lips with the fingers of each hand to reveal the inviting, red & wet depths. She held her breasts playfully; she lifted one breast to lick the nipples while still having her thighs spread out to display her pussy; she even presented him a camel-toe view with her thighs closed. Getting on to her knees and turning back on all fours, she presented him a view of her arse. She spread her cheeks with her hands to reveal the dripping pussy and her arse hole. When she was done with all this, she even lay face down and spread her legs letting her pussy rest on the bed that was now wet at various spots with her juices. Amar had a glazed look on his face when she was finished exhibiting her pussy to him. Sneha had sat down and spread her legs again like when she had started. "Amar," she roused him. "You smelled my panty. Do you want to smell my pussy too? Do you want to kiss it? You know, my husband has never done that. I want you to taste me. I want to know what it feels like." Amar needed no more invitations. This was another of his deepest desires. As he moved to rush in, Sneha placed a hand on his shoulders and restrained him. "Slowly Amar! we have enough time." When he had stopped, she placed both her hands behind his head and said, 'I'll guide you there." Sneha was bent forward now watching as Amar's mouth closed in on her pussy when she slowly reeled him in. As Amar's face neared the object of his desire, the warm aroma now emanating from her pussy engulfed him and took in a deep breath to commit the fragrance to memory. The moment his mouth touched the wet glen, Amar heard a gasp from Sneha and her thighs clamped around his ears as she moaned in obvious ecstasy. Sneha had his head pulled fast against her pussy and Amar opened his mouth to let his tongue taste its prize. The tangy and half salty taste was like one he never had before. This was just the second pussy, after his wife that he had tasted in his life. Finally after all these years, he had his mouth on Sneha's pussy. All those years of fantasy had not perhaps primed him up for this experience. He extended his tongue & ran it into the depths of her pussy even as she started jerking her hips. Sneha was now positively mashing her groin into his face and obviously had a climax. When he felt her hands drop away from her head, a retreated to look up at her. Sneha had her eyes closed; still looking up, he reached back for her pussy with his tongue. He watched her expressions change and her face screw up in pleasure when he placed his tongue flat on her slit and laved it up to the nubbin protruding from the top. The moment his tongue touched her clitoris, she had gasped and looked down at him. Locking sight with her, Amar extended his tongue and duplicated his earlier move. He wanted her to know that he was kissing & licking the most private of her parts that she had never revealed to anyone but her husband. Unable to continue bracing her upper body with her elbows on the bed, Sneha slid her bottom further down and lay back completely on the bed. Her head was on the pillow and eyes looking up at the ceiling as Amar resumed his ministrations at her groin. Over the next quarter of an hour, Amar continued to worship her naked groin as Sneha lay back with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling. He knew this was a first for her and that she was experiencing these sensations for the first time in her life. He proceeded to give her all the pleasure he could. He took liberties with her privates that she so wantonly surrendered to his mouth. He nibbled her pubis, both the glens where her thighs met her pubis, the inside wetness of the pink flesh of her vagina, the folds of her pussy lips, he toyed with and sucked on her clitoris. Amar counted at least three orgasms. At one point, he paused and looked up at her. When she noticed and looked down at his face, he said "Sneha, I want to drink from your pussy. I want you to feed me the juices of your body through your pussy." He watched her eyes flare open wider as he brought down his open mouth to span the length of her vaginal slit. Clamping his mouth down, he began to suck. Sneha immediately headed for another orgasm as moaned out loud as she leaked fluids into his mouth. "My God!" she said, "My God Amar! You must stop." He let her settle down from her orgasm as he gently licked her pussy and finally placed a tiny kiss in the centre of the slit. He had not used his fingers to finger fuck her yet. He knew now that he would still have a chance to give her that pleasure later. Saved for another time! "Amar, I want to see your penis. Take off your pants and show me please!" Show was not the only thing he wanted to do, but he had to take it slowly now. Kneeling up, Amar unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his waist in a fluid motion, taking his underpants along. This was no mean feat considering he had to negotiate his fully erect penis. Again there was that gasp from Sneha as she first saw the long, hard shaft. Amar prided in the entire & inches of length he sported. Sneha was looking wide eyed at his member as he displayed it to her. She sat up on the bed rest and motioned him to come closer. He moved forward, the pants being disposed off. The hard shaft, now almost pointing to the ceiling swayed from side to side as he neared her and her eyes moved from side to side in tune. He knew she expected him to stop at arms length, but deliberately continued moving up till his shaft was just six away from her face. Sneha had to spread her legs again to allow him in and she looked up at him enquiringly. "Haven't seen a penis up close before have you?" he asked he quietly. She shook her head still looking at it. "Go ahead, touch it, and take it in your hands." Sneha grasped the shaft and gently ran her hands up and down the length. "You can hold it tight and still do that you know," he instructed and she tried it smiling in wonder. He had to take this slowly. She couldn't be grossed out by any thing she was not ready for. He had to proceed with care. "Sneha?" he said, as she continued to marvel at the sight of his penis. "Look up at me." She looked up enquiringly. "Do you know I had a fantasy when you were lying with your head on my lap?" "What fantasy?" "I was imagining how it would feel to place the tip of my penis on your lips..." He watched her eyes flare up. "You want me to kiss your penis?" "No Sneha, I want to first touch your face with my penis, and then I want you to take it into your mouth and suck it" He was relieved when she lay back obediently to wait for him to do what he wished. He made her sit up on the bed with a pillow behind her head. With her head tilted back, he stepped up to her face placing each leg beside her waist. His penis was now in front of her face. Holding his penis down with one hand, he slowly lowered himself till the purple tip rested on Sneha's lips. He gently traced her lips with the tip and then proceeded to explore all features of her face. Finally, with a burst of pleasure running through him, he pulled up her head pressing his turgid penis to her face. This was bliss! When the waves of pleasure subsided, he cradled her head with one hand and holding his penis with the other, he guided the tip to her lips. "Open your mouth Sneha, Take my cock into your mouth." Sneha opened her mouth and he slid his penis into the warm moistness within. It took some coaching, but soon Sneha was sucking on his penis, looking up at him. He almost came in her mouth then. Wanting to prolong the experience further, he withdrew his shaft from her mouth. He wanted everything now and proceeded to lie down on her naked form. The first kiss, he planted on her exposed neck as she threw her head back. "Take off your clothes Amar; I want to feel your body against mine." Amar immediately took off his T-Shirt and lay back on her savoring the feel of her breasts and her rounded tummy on his bare body. Again, he took time to worship her naked body. He planted kisses on every place he had so excitedly dreamed about. Feeling the weight of her breasts & exploring their soft form, he sucked on her nipples drawing sharp breaths from her. He kissed her all over her body, her chest, each lovely breast, her tummy, her belly button and discovered all her sensitive points. She was particularly responsive when he licked the underside of her breasts. He found that kissing her at her waist to the side of her pussy, made Sneha buck with pleasure. Soon he was driving her wild with his mouth and hands. Going back up her body, he finally cradled her face in his palms and bent down to her mouth. Placing tiny kisses all over, he urged her to open up and when she did, he took his time in descending to kiss her on her mouth for the first time. He let his tongue dip into her mouth to explore the warm softness and tasted her. Soon he had her offer her tongue to him and proceeded to play with it. He sucked on her tongue thrilling in the realization of a long standing dream. Unable to contain the rush of feeling for her, he planted kisses all over her face, on her eyes, her brow, her chin and explored the contours of her nose. Sneha had lain placidly offering herself to him till now; but soon he felt her hands encircle him. He knew she wanted more and perhaps did not know how to ask; he rolled over to bring her above him. She was heavy, but Amar thrilled in the naked weight pressing down on him. Having accustomed herself to this new position, Sneha caught on fast and began to give him back everything he had taught her. He thrilled in the fact that she turned aggressor now and dueled with his tongue, leading the way all the time. Soon she moved down planting kisses on his chest. A sharp streak of pleasure shot up through him when he felt her tongue brush against his nipples. Not finished, she moved down planting kisses on his tummy and soon reached his turgid penis. Not needing to be guided, she grasped the hard shaft and pulled it up to bring her mouth down on the tip. This time, she played with the tip of his penis like a professional. Soon she was bobbing up and down driving him wild with rhythmic sucking motions. She was like a child exploring a toy for the first time and explored all the contours of his penis with the tip of her tongue. Seeing the object of his desire lovingly playing with his penis and lost in her game, he quickly neared his climax. "Sneha, I can't hold longer. I need to feel my penis inside you. I need to fuck you." She looked up at him and giving his penis a final rub, she proceeded to lie down beside him. When he sat up, to climb on her, he paused a second to take in the sight of her. It was time. Now he would fuck another man's wife; a wife wantonly offering her pussy to a man other than her husband; a wife doing it for the very first time in her life. Getting into position above her, he locked eyes with her and guided his penis to her pussy. He wanted to see the expression on her face when he first entered her. When the tip of his penis was positioned on the invitingly warm opening, he slowly pushed in allowing only the glans to part her vagina first. He watched Sneha's eyes flare up as her moist opening parted to take in his penis. Her vagina had parted to accommodate his tip & it enclosed the purple head in a hot & moist embrace.