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Rima shook her head groggily as she woke up the next morning. Her head felt strange. She remembered bits and pieces from the night before, how lonely she'd been. Then her memory slowly cleared. Varun had been here, and she did not remember him leaving, and they had been drinking. Panic gripped her as she looked about, mercifully finding her bed empty. She stood up quickly and regretted it as her head spun, the aftereffects of too much wine still disorienting her. Her mouth was dry and tasted a little funny, probably the wine...

She slowly made her way to the bathroom and started brushing. Varun had been a gentleman last night, she knew she definitely had not made it back to the bedroom so he must have carried her. She shivered at the thought of the big hulking man carrying her to bed and smiled almost involuntarily.

Once she was freshened up, Rima made a quick inspection of the house, making sure everything was in order and that nothing untoward had happened. Varun had obviously cleaned up last night, there was not even a sign of the wine bottle. She thanked him mentally for his thoughtfulness. A blinking light on the answering machine caught her attention, and she went over to check the message. The number flashing on the screen was her husbands, and looking down at it, she felt a wave of guilt crash down upon her.

What had she been thinking? She'd invited another man into her house when her husband was away, gotten drunk with him and then woken up in bed. She and Varun knew that nothing had happened, but this was not the kind of behavior expected from a dutiful wife. She could not believe her thoughtlessness and cursed herself, making a mental note never to let something like this happen again.

The phone rang.

Rima rushed over and hastily picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Rima, it's Varun, just thought I'd check on you. Is everything ok?"

"Y...Yes Varun, I'm fine, thanks. I'm very very sorry about last night, I don't know what got into me.."

He cut her off "Oh relax, it was just some nice time spent between friends, don't get all guilty about it now, I'm sure Abhi will understand"

Panic gripped her again at the thought of her conservative husband finding out.

"No! No, listen Varun, please don't tell my husband about what happened. He will not understand and I don't want to hurt him needlessly. Please, let this stay between us"

Varun smiled, they already had a little secret.

"Sure sure. Whatever floats your boat. I won't tell"

"Thanks, and Varun...I'm sorry about what happened, it was wrong and it shouldn't happen again"

"Um...is everything ok? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, please. Let's not talk anymore about it. Bye Varun"

The line clicked. Varun felt a little confusion, but he knew she was exactly where he wanted her. Confused and uncertain. He smiled as he played a video on his phone and watched a beautiful woman drink a glass of wine.

Abhi returned that day. And Rima was glad to have someone for company. However the first news he delivered was not something she had been looking forward to.

"Rima ji, the company was impressed with my presentation at the meeting. I'm getting a promotion! There's a significant raise involved, but also some frequent shuttling around Uk and even other parts of Europe" The jubilant expression on his face gave her no choice but to smile and congratulate him, while she felt her loneliness build.

They had dinner in downtown London that day, with Abhi trying his best to entertain her throughout the course of their meal with details about work. She smiled and nodded along politely, appearing to be interested.

When they finally got home that night he turned to her after closing the front door and locking it for the night.

"Rima ji"

She turned from where she was putting away the few purchases she had made into a cupboard "Yes ji?"

In a very uncharacteristic gesture, he came closer and put a hand on her shoulder, then leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. The rare gesture of intimacy touched her, and she felt her suppressed arousal stirring. Her desires slowly awoke as Abhi moved his lips to hers, holding her body closer and caressing her as they moved to the bedroom.

Inside, he separated from her only long enough to undress efficiently, a gesture she imitated, knowing the routine from their two sessions in four months of married life, before he pressed down on her naked body. A rough kiss was all she got before he entered her.

Rima enjoyed the sensation as much as she could. His penis was not large, she assumed from comparisons she had overheard her friends make, but it was enough to fill her tight hole. She moaned a little as he thrust down into her warm folds, grabbing a fistful of her hair and stroking it, kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts. As they got in tune with each other she started enjoying it too, her pussy felt warm and full as her husband thrust in and out with rapidly increasing urgency.

"Mmmmm, yes...." She moaned as she felt her insides tingling. Her young, warm vagina accepting the older man's cock eagerly, pleasuring it. She was just readying herself for orgasm when Abhi came, stopping her own orgasm in its tracks. He sprayed his cum into her tight pussy, as her vaginal muscles coaxed every last drop out. Without another word, Abhi withdrew his softening penis from her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight ji" was all he said before he turned over and put his pants on, drifting off to sleep soon after.

Rima let out a soft whimper, her fingers reaching down to her wet liquid warmth and pleasuring it.. trying not to wake her husband. Her efforts were in vain, the hot sticky cum on her seemed to revile her as she thought about how she had been used by her husband just for his own pleasure. The fate of the Indian wife. She sighed and went to take a shower, trying to shake the forgettable experience.

Two days later, Abhi left for his next business trip, two weeks touring the country and visiting multiple companies. It was about half an hour after he left that Rima got a surprise.

The doorbell rang and she found a smart young man wearing a FedEx cap standing outside when she answered it.

"Delivery for a Mrs. Sahni" he said in a chipper voice.

"Yes, I'll take that" she said with some surprise as she took a medium sized box from him and thanked him.

"Have a good day Ma'am" said the young man as he bolted down the stairs to his next destination.

Rima felt anxious as she took the package to and set it down on the table. "To Mrs. Rima Sahni" was printed on a pink paper in front. She was not used to receiving anything since she moved to London and her fingers trembled as she slowly opened the box.

Inside was a single white rose with a note attached to it and a box of Hersheys Finest. She could not help but smile as she picked up the note and read it, somehow knowing who it was.

"Dear Rima,

I am terribly sorry if I offended you in some way the other night. I know you asked me not to mention it but I cannot help but feel responsible. Please accept my apology and let me know if I am forgiven when you receive this.

Varun"

She could not help the wide smile on her face as she read the letter again. He thought it was his fault and apologized, and he had remembered he favourite brand of chocolate. She felt a warm sensation in her chest as she opened the box of chocolates and popped one in her mouth.

It rained that evening, and it rained hard. Rima sat at the window again, flinching slightly as lightning speared across the sky, and wrapped her blanket closer around her. She glanced at the phone lying on the coffee table and reached for it for the sixth time in two minutes. The longing to call Varun was eating at her, as the rain fell harder and harder. She wanted so badly to tell him that she 'forgave' him. But her earlier guilt stopped her from acting on her instinct. She should keep her distance, not get too close to another man, especially a man with perfect pecs and biceps the size of cricket balls. She shook her head again, trying to stop its flight of fancy in its tracks, when another bolt of lightning was followed by a crack of thunder. Goosebumps erupted on her fair skin and she reached for the phone.

Varun hummed along to the music playing from his stereo as his Jaguar cruised through London's streets in the pouring rain. He recalled the phone call he had received earlier. Rima had sounded scared, obviously she was not a storm lover like him. He had pretended to be depressed that he had offended her but she had waved him off and told him that she needed some company and invited him over for some coffee if he wasn't busy. He hoped his hurried response had not given away his eagerness too much.

His white shirt was drenched and he was dripping water onto the floor by the time she opened the door to her apartment. Her hair was wet too, though the reason for that was obviously a shower, judging by the rosy colour on her cheeks and the sweet scent she gave off. Varun could feel his penis reacting to the lustful fantasies his mind conjured up at the sight of her pure beauty.

"Varun! God you're drenched, come in!" she said, moving back and allowing him to enter.

He smiled at her as he bowed through the doorway and entered the apartment.

"Varun, you must be freezing, you'd better get changed. The bathroom is that way and maybe you can use my husband's clothes for the time being" she said with some concern in her eyes. "Move before you get sick!"

He did not complain about her sudden concern and went towards the bedroom she shared with her husband, reliving the wonderful time he'd had the last time he was there. Entering the bathroom, he quickly stripped out of his wet clothing and hung them on the door hooks before padding back into the bedroom naked. The door was ajar, and he could hear Rima moving outside, the sound of a kettle being placed on the stove. He opened the cupboard, looking through her husband's clothes, and quickly decided that none of them would fit, not without tearing anyway. He was about to close the door when he noticed Rima's clothing laid out on the other side of the cupboard.

His gaze was immediately drawn to her underwear section, and he was pleased to see she had some lacy underthings apart from plain ones. The woman did not mind looking sexy after all, he thought approvingly. He felt a sudden hatred toward Abhi, the man did not even come close to deserving a fine woman like Rima.

"Varun?" Her voice called from the kitchen, where the clinking of cups could now be heard.

"Yes, I'll be out in a second" he said hastily as he hurried back in the bathroom and found a comfortable looking white bath robe. Slipping it on and wrapping it tightly around him, he went back to join her in the living room.

Rima was waiting in the living room, and two steaming cups of tea were on the small table. She looked up and smiled at him as he entered, and he had a fleeting suspicion that maybe her eyes had wandered down his body, which was barely managing to fit into the robe as well. She was wearing a long sleeveless blouse again, red this time, with baggy green leggings that folded elegantly around her slim legs. Her long hair was untied and still damp, and the aroma she gave off was intoxicating. She handed him a cup of tea and gave him a warm smile.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience Varun. But I've never been alone like this and the storm..."

He raised a hand with a smile "Don't get all worked up over it Rima. I'm always glad to be in your company. It makes my day"

Rima smiled at the large black man as he sipped his tea. The gown he wore barely stretched over his knees and accentuated his heavily muscled frame. He was smiling slightly as he looked out the window and then back at her. There was an air of mischief about him that she wished he'd show more often.

Another crack of thunder shook her out of her appraisal of the fine physical specimen in front of her and she gave an involuntary gasp, wrapping her arms around herself and pulling her legs up to her chest. She closed her eyes, waiting for the last rumbles of thunder to fade and the sound of pouring rain to resume. She heard a soft clink of a cup being put down and then felt a warm hand on her bare forearm.

"Rima..."

She opened her eyes, Varun had joined her on the tiny couch, filling up the remaining space. She felt small and insignificant next to him. He wrapped an arm around her gently and pulled her to his side. He was warm.

"I don't like storms"

"I can see that"

She smiled as he slowly rubbed his large hand up and down her slender arm. It felt good and she snuggled in a little more. He shifted to accommodate her and soon her head was on his broad chest. The part of her brain that wanted to be a good wife questioned her behavior, but the woman within her needed warmth and safety, something she was receiving. She felt safe and secure in Varun's arms, snuggled into his muscular chest. She brought an arm up his chest and slowly rubbed it, in tune with him stroking her arm. He brought his head down and rested his chin on top of her head, almost cocooning her with his larger frame. Rima continued her gentle rubbing on Varun's chest, as they both listened to the sound of the rain lashing against the window, unable to touch their little private space.

Varun was fighting the sea of emotions within him. This was spiraling out of control. Yes, he wanted to fuck the incredible woman in his arms, wanted to thrust into every hole of hers and make her completely his, but he knew she could never be an idle conquest. Not another random girl to bang. He wanted this one, forever, his prize catch. He wanted to wake up with his black cock embedded in this woman for the rest of his life. He wanted to make her his in every possible way. He needed her.

Varun took a deep breath, and slowly pressed a kiss to her damp, sweet smelling hair.

He felt her stiffen, the small hand on his chest stopped moving, and it felt like time froze. The rain fell, but nothing moved inside the apartment. She was still in his arms and his lips were still pressed to her hair.

Finally, she raised her head to look at him and he pulled back slightly, his heart pounding. There was confusion in her eyes, but not revulsion, she seemed a little stressed but she wasn't pushing him away either. Varun decided to take a chance, and gently pulled her back into his embrace. She put a hand to his chest, stopping him and he looked back at her.

"Varun, what...we shouldn't be doing this..." the uncertainty in her voice was more alluring than her warmth and softness.

"Shhh baby... it's ok" he said as he raised a finger and pressed in to her lips. Her eyes closed and he reveled in the sensation of how soft and sexy her lips were.

"No... Varun... I'm sorry"

He brought his face down and pressed his lips to her cheek, and she let out a slight moan. Encouraged, he went lower and kissed her neck, feeling her delicate pulse under his lips again. He peppered her smooth skin with small kisses, as she slowly, painstakingly tilted her head to give him more access.

He couldn't take it anymore, he reached around her and placed his arms on her hips, lifting her over his legs and on to his lap. She looked shocked at his display of brute strength, but he did not care. He brought his face close to hers, until their lips were almost touching, and then stopped, closing his eyes, waiting.

It was eternity. He wished he hadn't closed his eyes, it was almost like being vulnerable. The rain drummed incessantly and every second stretched to an impossible length.

Then, for the briefest, most fleeting instant, he felt her sexy, hot lips on his.

Varun opened his eyes to see her face blushing a beautiful shade of crimson. Her breathing was heavy, her chest heaving enough to show him some of the treasures hidden under her dress. Her eyes were still uncertain, and she seemed to him like a deer caught in the headlights, frightened and about to bolt. He put a hand on her cheek then, trying to bring her back.

"Varun.. this is wrong... " God she sounded so sexy, he was sure by now she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh.

He shook his head "Rima, you are probably the most beautiful woman I have ever met. And I am very, very attracted to you" his sincere tone made her blush even deeper and he pulled her back to him, this time his lips finding hers.

He was kissing her, his large lips mashing over her soft ones. His tongue flicked out touching them and tasting Rima for the first time. And she was kissing him back, her hands on the back of his head, pulling him close, her lips hungrily keeping up with his.

They continued like this for some time, his hands running up and down her back, longing to feel her skin, as his lips never left hers. She let out a soft moan as he sucked on her lower lip, feeling the softness between his larger ones, as he slowly reached out with the tip of his tongue. His heart skipped a beat when he felt her own tongue reach out to meet his, her mouth opening, giving him access. He gladly accepted, his tongue snaking into her warm mouth and exploring it, stroking hers. Her hands slowly slid through the folds of his robe and rested on his naked chest, the robe falling open a little to reveal his sculpted torso. Varun pulled her closer, their bodies mashed together, as they explored each other's mouths, reveling in the forbidden moment. Her hands found his nipples, and it was his turn to moan. The room seemed to crackle with their passion, as Varun's raging erection started to slowly slip out of the now loose robe. It touched her loose leggings and she seemed to sense it, actually sense it for the first time. Her face drew away suddenly. She looked at him, panting, looking like a lustful goddess with tousled hair and swollen lips.

"I can't do this Varun... I'm...I'm married!" she said, as if the words hurt her.

Varun pulled her closer "It's ok, you know it's right..."

"No... it isn't.. Oh God, what's happening to me?!" she shrieked as she got off his lap and ran out of the room.

"Fuck...." exclaimed Varun as he slowly got up, his huge hard cock throbbing uncomfortably between his legs and went after her.

He found her on the small balcony, the intensity of the rain had decreased, but it was still pouring, and she was starting to get wet. He came and stood behind her, and even in such a tense situation, he could not help admire her slender figure, as she stood with her arms wrapped around herself, shielding herself from the cold, or her inner guilt.

"Rima..."

"Please Varun.. this was a mistake.. maybe you should..."

Lightning speared across the sky, and she flinched as the thunder followed.

He took a small step forward and slowly wrapped his arms around Rima, resting them on her belly.

"Don't worry, you're safe with me"

She gave out a small sob, and he rocked her lightly, pulling her closer.

"There's nothing wrong in this baby. We're both adults here. We can do whatever we want"

"I'm married Varun... I shouldn't have.. I love him"

Varun felt a flash of anger spark within him, she belonged to him, not some nerd.
"Yet it was my tongue in your mouth a few moments ago" he said in a carefully level tone "I was the one making you moan with pleasure Rima.. does your husband make you feel that way?"

She seemed to have no answer to his harsh statement, and he saw a tear roll down her usually pristine face as she seemed to slump back into his arms.

Varun held her tighter and kissed her neck lightly "You deserve better Rima, you deserve to be treated like an equal, to be able to show your passion...you can have so much with me, we could have so much together"

She turned in his arms, but he did not let go of her. Rima looked into his eyes for a long moment, the confusion and indecision in her eyes in contrast with the longing in his.

Then she reached up on her tiptoes and embraced his lips in another passionate kiss.

Varun's insides nearly exploded with satisfaction as he moved back, pulling her with him back into the house. He pushed her into a wall and pressed himself into her body, their lips glued together, the intensity climbing. Her hands were on his chest again, but it was not enough anymore. He took one of her small hands and guided it down to his crotch, resting it on his robe, directly on his throbbing cock.

Rima knew what was happening, she knew they were crossing lines that should never be crossed, Abhi's face flashed before her eyes, followed by the rest of her family, but none of it mattered anymore. Varun treated her better, made her feel needed, made her happy, and made her feel good, she thought as his tongue slowly made love to hers. Everything seemed right.

Except perhaps the sheer size of the organ pulsing through his robe.

Varun was still as they slowly broke apart from the kiss. Rima's hand was still on his penis, the thin robe the only thing stopping direct contact. This was the moment, no turning back now.

She moved her hand away from his penis.

Disappointment crashed through Varun and he fought to control his hormones. He couldn't handle this much longer, he was an inch from losing control and r****g her.

Rima's hands slowly moved to his hips, and undid the strap holding the robe in place. With an unreadable expression on her face, she slid the robe off his shoulders, exposing him completely.

She felt her gut tighten and knew her expression must have changed. Varun's penis was huge, it throbbed out from him like a pole. She paused with her hand outstretched; knowing if she touched it now there would be no going back, yet wondering how she would ever manage to pleasure something of its size and girth.

Varun looked at her with a undisguised longing, reaching out and stroking her cheek.

"I want you Rima.... I have dreamed of this for days. And I know you want me too... don't lie to yourself anymore"

He knew she was at the brink now, and decided the time had come to seize the moment. Ever so slowly, he slid has large hand down her smooth skin, tracing her shapely neck and finally bringing it to the blessed valley of her chest. The dress was thin and the residual rain that had fallen on her in the balcony didn't leave much to the imagination. Without breathing he slowly moved his hand onto her right breast.

He looked up into her eyes. Rima seemed to have stopped breathing, and they seemed frozen in place again as the rain continued its incessant patter on the windows.

"Varun..."

He slowly moved a finger, tracing the area where her nipple should be. Making slow circles with his thumb and reveling in the slight texture of her bra beneath the clothing.

"Baby, we both know what's happening. You should be mine... I want you so bad. I've wanted you for so long"

He watched her reaction carefully. Emotions flitted across her face too fast for him to decipher. Then she gave the smallest of sighs.

In a tone so low he almost missed it, she said. "I know... I can't lie anymore"

Varun felt her hand enclose over the one he had on her breast, she gently removed it and slid it lower, to her hip where the hem of her dress was at level with her waistline. In a slow sensuous movement, she slid his heavy hand under the top and onto her creamy skin, placing it on the skin of her belly. His thumb was on her belly button, and the stimulation was so erotic his penis throbbed harder.

He slowly inched closer, and she glided his hand upwards... until his fingers brushed her bra. Then in the most torturously slow seconds of his life, Varun felt his hand slide under the thin elastic at the bottom and find itself on the naked flesh of Rima Sahni's bountiful breast.

He couldn't take it anymore, and apparently neither could she. In a flash their lips were on each other again, and the passion crackled unbridled. His hand was stuck at her breast by the tight bra, but he managed to move his fingers onto her nipple, which to his satisfaction, was gloriously erect. Their tongues plundered each other and he plucked up his nerve, sliding the hand holding her to him down her back and onto her butt, rubbing her soft cheeks. She moaned into his mouth, and he could feel her repressed sexual desires showing, she was rubbing ever so slightly against him, his cock being pleasured as it was pressed against her warm body.

"Oh baby..." he moaned as he slid his hand into the hem of her silky leggings and into her panty, tracing her buttcrack with a finger. Rima seemed too busy to protest, and Varun could feel his plans nearing fruition.

After enjoying her pleasures for a few more moments, he slowly pulled back. She was an image of perfection, her hair was ruffled, her face flushed and lips swollen. A rosy red blush stained her fair cheeks as he cupped her face in his massive hands.

"Rima my dear... I have never felt this way before. I want you for myself.. I want your body so bad"

She looked torn again, but he knew he had the upper hand. He placed his hand on her shoulder, gently forcing her down as his other hand guided hers to his penis, letting them brush it.

Rima felt her knees touch the floor. She could see the huge, almost otherworldly cock swinging in front of her. It was already more than twice the size of her husband's, thick and black, with popping veins. Varun was uncircumcised, and his heavy foreskin covered almost his entire shaft. His balls hung a bit below his body and made for an overwhelming sight.

Normally, she would have been revolted, but she felt her hands moving towards it, slowly feeling the slightly throbbing shaft. He wasn't even fully hard yet, and she sensed herself getting aroused. This symbolized Varun, his brute strength and perfection, his superiority over Abhi, everything. She felt herself stroking his manhood, listening to his soft moans and feeling excited that she was capable of pleasuring him. She felt Varun reach down and grab hold of her top, the fabric straining a little as he ripped it off her like a rag. The sheer sensual nature of the moment enveloped her, carnal lust between two people.

Varun threw away the tattered remains of Rima's top, looking down at her as she stroked him slowly. He could see the top of her head and the deep cleft formed between her breasts by her tight bra. He reached down again and took his cock in hand, extending it towards her rosy puffed up lips, indicating the next stage of their sinful affair.

Varun managed a small smile of satisfaction before he closed his eyes and let a moan of pleasure escape him. His cock had found its lover, as Rima's heavenly lips kissed it tenderly. She slowly allowed him access into her mouth, careful of the size and girth. It was obvious this was her first blowjob, but it did not matter, her mouth was exquisite. He could feel her tongue make slow circles on his shaft, lubricating it with saliva, small slurping noises escaping her as she took in inch after inch of big black dick. A little before the halfway point, she stopped, looking up at him with her kohl lined eyes, and he knew for sure that he had won.

Rima looked up at Varun. She knew she was being degraded, that her entire family would die of shame if they saw her, but she simply didn't care. In this alien land, with this brute of a man who cared for her, nothing mattered, except that she wanted to please him. She reached back and unhooked the strap holding her bra in place, and Varun seemed to read her thoughts. He brushed her hair gently before reaching down and slowly sliding the straps off. He seemed to wait a moment, savoring his last moments of waiting, and then took the bra of her shoulders and threw it off the roof.

He was in heaven. The sight of those perfectly rounded milky tits jiggling slightly as she resumed sucking him, her mouth begging his cock to use it as it sensually milked him, was driving him over the edge. He cupped her tits, playing with each nipple as he started making small thrusts into her mouth. She seemed to gag a little, so he slowed, letting her accommodate, before making thrusts again. Her throat was never going to be able to fit his entirety, so he stopped when his cockhead touched the back of her throat, making sure she could handle it.

Varun drew his cock back and began thrusting in earnest, moving his hands to the back of Rima's head and pushing it as far as he knew she could take, fucking her sexy mouth. Her silky hair felt great as he clutched it hard, brutally pumping into her mouth. She had her eyes closed, but her whimpers seemed more pleasure than pain, as she did not protest.

Varun could feel the cum bubbling inside him, knowing that the sheer lust for this exotic Indian woman was going to make him blow. He kept thrusting into her warm mouth, feeling the tongue brush his shaft and stimulate it more. With his final few thrusts, he pushed in as deep as he could, inducing a choking noise from his beautiful partner, but he knew he had to claim her completely, and the thought brought a smile to his face again as he closed his eyes and came.

Rima could not breathe. She could feel the pulsing cock, taste it, as it was thrust into the very bottom of her throat. Varun's orgasm was intense. His cum came bubbling down her throat and she almost choked as it gushed relentlessly into her. He moaned above her, but the torrent kept flowing, as it overflowed out her mouth and spilled onto her breasts. The saltiness and the stickiness in her mouth were overwhelming, and Varun finally released her hair, causing her to tumble to the ground.

"Ah, my lovely Indian slut.. How long I've wanted to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. Rima, my dear, you were amazing" Varun was panting.

She felt shame wash over her as she realized she was covered in cum. But she could not ignore the fact that she had enjoyed the sensation, his power, her helplessness.. Varun had turned her into a slut. And judging by how soaked her panties were, she had enjoyed every moment of her transformation. This was side of her she had not known existed, a side that this man had brought out in her. The duty bound housewife was feeling humiliated and sick, yet this new part of her reveled in her cumstained breasts, and the taste of hard cock.

She felt strong hands grab her shoulders and lift her gingerly. Varun must have gone to the living room because he was now holding a wad of tissue, which he used to wipe her mouth and face. She noticed that he did not bother with the semen on her breasts, which was beginning to trickle down the cleft between them.

"Do you realize now? You're meant to be like this, free and lustful. You are my finest lover yet, and I can't stand you stuck in this life. You are meant to be with me Rima, as my lover, my girlfriend, wife and cumslut. Stop resisting it"

His lips found hers again, hard and longing. His nakedness warming her unclad torso; his hands groping her fleshy buttocks possessively through her now soaked leggings. She kissed him back unabashedly, her hands wrapping around him, enjoying the way he gripped her derriere and pulled her to him, the still semi hard cock rubbing against her thigh, the sin of it all.

"I have to go back to my apartment" he said, his voice choking. "There's an important meeting tomorrow, and I have to work on the presentations at home"

He smiled as she grasped onto him harder, her vulnerability arousing him.

"I'll visit again. But are you ready to be mine? Your moral values are now useless, and you know your husband will never be enough again. Say you're mine Rima"

The fact that he shortened her name touched her. But she was too confused.

"Varun, I know I can never be the old me again, and I... I want you too, but please, give me some time"

"Damn it Rima..."

"Shh..." she cut him off with a finger to the lips. "Just a little time... please.. I don't want to make a mistake" she said as she reached up and kissed him lightly.

"All right" Varun knew he could do no wrong from here on. He gave her a kiss and went to get dressed.

In the early hours of the next morning, Varun yawned and shut down his laptop, preparing to get a little sleep before his breakfast meeting. He was naked, and he stood for a moment near the TV, which was playing a slideshow of Rima lying on the balcony, her long silky hair spread around her, her naked breasts proudly on display, eyes closed and covered in thick ropes of hot sperm. She had the faintest smile on her face.

Varun smiled too as he turned off the TV. Abhi's perfect wife, his slutty whore.
Abhi Sahni did not know whether to be baffled or proud. He had just returned to London and was now trudging wearily up the stairs to his and Rima's apartment after a brief stopover at the office. Varun seemed a very happy man these days. The fact that the company was doing well may have been one of the reasons, but his boss had never been one to remember the Indian festival of Diwali. Abhi had been met by a smiling Varun on the way out of the office and given a 'festival bonus' cheque as well as a package that was supposed to contain a saree for his wife as a token of Varun's affection towards them. The man actually seemed apologetic about not being able to give them a decent leave to return to India for the festival.

He rang the doorbell. It took only a minute before his wife opened it and gave him a small smile. She had her hair open, and the faint flowery scent emanating from it told him that she must have oiled it recently. Her light blue nightgown clung to her and Abhi let his eyes travel down her soft curves.

"Hello ji, I'm sorry I'm late" he said as he brushed past her, tapping her shoulder, "This is for you, Mr. asked me to pass it on. A Diwali gift, apparently"

Rima stiffened, quickly taking the package from him. The package was soft and felt like fabric. She hoped Varun had not sent anything provocative to make her husband suspicious. The moment the thought crossed her head she chided herself. It's not like you're having an affair.

Images of Varun's naked body towering over her assaulted her brain. It had been her hands stroking his manhood, willingly. She had even given him oral sex, had her body covered in another man's seed. And she had wanted it all. She knew trying to lie to herself was no good. They were in too deep now.

She looked at Abhi collapsed on the chair and felt a rush of guilt. It was not his fault. He was looking after her as dictated by his upbringing, and doing it to the best of his capacity. It was all her, she was the one who was not sated by what he offered. She needed something more, and had finally found it. Just not in her husband, not even an Indian. She was attracted, in a very sexual manner to a very well endowed African American. There was no reasoning this out; no one would understand what she saw in him. The quiet power, the physical prowess, the way he touched her possessively. "My cumslut" the words echoed in her head, and she felt aroused rather than revolted. This was a very bad situation.

No, I must try. For this poor man's sake I have to try, one last time, to be a good wife. I owe him that much.

"Shall I make some tea?"

"Yes please. That would be refreshing Rima ji" his tired voice replied.

"Uh, Abhi ji..? She asked meekly

"Yes?"

"It is Ok if you call me Rima... I am much younger to you, the honour is not deserved"

As soon as the words left her mouth she wondered why she had not just suggested he call her Rima.

"Uh, as you wish.... Rima" he seemed confused.

Later, as they sat and watched television, sipping their tea in silence, she ventured a question.

"How long will you be staying ji?"

He responded without looking at her. "I'm leaving In two days time. I'm on the verge of brokering what could be a very successful partnership"

"Oh, I was hoping perhaps we could spend some time together. See more of the city perhaps, it gets lonely here"

He looked at her then, "I am truly sorry, but for a while I must focus on my work. There will be time to relax later"

Surinnder felt a twinge of regret as she sighed and went back to her tea. He was no good at handling these situations. He knew it was unfair, but it was necessary, work had to come first for now. He looked at her for a moment, but could not think of anything to say, so he turned his attention back to the television to ease the awkwardness.

Rima realized there was no point in trying to converse further. Taking the package on the table, she slowly walked back to their bedroom. After closing the door to shut out the noise coming from the living room, she sat down on the bed and set about opening the package.

The sari was the most beautiful one she had ever seen, and obviously much more expensive than any she owned. It was midnight black, with gold embroidery weaving an elegant pattern along the sides. The blouse was in the same material, with gold accents as well. It was a sleeveless design, yet not vulgar in any way. She thanked her lucky stars Varun had chosen sensibly.

As she opened it up, admiring its beauty, something fell out from between the folds on to the bed. She looked down to find a small note, what looked like a picture with its back facing her, a very small wrapped box and a blacked out vial. Her heartbeat started speeding up, and after checking that Abhi was still engaged, she quickly opened the note and read it:

Hello dear

I hope you find the sari as beautiful as I did. But that's just for your husband's benefit. You've probably noticed the other things I'd sent for you by now; little souvenirs for you to keep our memories from the other night fresh. Now I want you to know why I sent you all these things and how to best use them. Needless to say, none of these are for Abhi's eyes. It's our dirty little secret.

In case you haven't already seen the picture, let's just say it's something of mine that you shall have plenty of access to in the future.

The vial contains some of my semen, generated by lustful thoughts of you obviously. I have a surprising amount of free time sometimes and you do tend to pop into my head. Mostly naked, with your beautiful hair loose and those succulent lips wrapped around me like the other night. It seemed you rather enjoyed a taste of me. Haven't seen many women look so comfortable after their first blowjob. You continue to impress my dear. Next time you're thirsty, I think you know what to do. And I recommend doing it quick, even my cum doesn't stay fresh forever!

Coming back to your body, I think keeping it covered up in your normal clothes is criminal. Those curves are meant to be flaunted babe. And while you haven't been able to do that thanks to a certain, forgive me but it's true, loser, I appreciate fine art. The box contains something I think will be great with the sari.

Last but not least, I have a dinner plan made for us at my penthouse day after tomorrow night. Since Abhi won't be around, I think it is the perfect opportunity to break in the new sari. Just use the service elevator, no one will bother you. Can't wait to feel you in my arms again sweetie. I know you're feeling guilty right now, so think about our time together, and live a little.

See you soon,

Varun

Rima sat there a long moment. The letter felt...dirty. Almost like something someone would write to a stripper or a prostitute. Her hands trembled as she read it again. Was that what he saw her as? A small voice in the back of her head asked her, did she care what he saw her as? He was there for her when her husband was not. They had gotten intimate in some ways but he also seemed to want to make her happy.

Tentatively, she reached out for the box, unwrapping it with some apprehension. The word's 'Victoria's Secret' seemed to jump out at her. The box contained the skimpiest lingerie she had ever seen. Black in colour, but so fine it was almost see through. The bra obviously would not cover much, and was a size too small. She wondered whether he had done that on purpose, having seen her breasts after all. A thrill passed through her at the memory of his hands on her chest, but she repressed it. The panties were even more provocative, with lace running around them and narrowing sharply at the back. She was sure they would not cover much.

Her hands trembled a little as she reached for the picture and turned it around. Varun's penis stood fully erect, his foreskin pulled back a little to expose the large helmet like head. A few drops of milky cum were oozing out the tip. She could see every last detail in the high definition photograph, every last vein, the viscousness of his cum. ..

She closed her eyes, thinking about the promise she made herself earlier. One more try. For Abhi.

She felt dirty as she touched the vial, scooping it into her arms with the rest of Varun's 'presents'. But the images would not leave her alone. How his cock had filled her mouth, how his cum had come gushing down her throat, how it had formed a crust on her breasts, how hard her nipples had been as she washed the crust off in the shower.

She quickly deposited all the items in her cupboard in the bathroom she shared with Abhi. He would not dream about opening that, with his distanced obsession about her privacy, the very thing that had their marriage on the brink of destruction. And he was oblivious.

That night, as they lay in bed, Rima put an arm on Abhi's shoulder and rubbed against him gently, massaging the tension from his shoulders. He moaned his satisfaction but did not turn around.

After a few more minutes of work, ensuring her breasts were pressed up against him, he seemed to get the message. With just a look into her eyes, he proceeded to take off his pyjamas and climb back into bed, barely giving her time to lift up her nightgown and slide down her panties.

Their lovemaking was tepid at best, his thrusts barely rocking her, a mechanical movement with no feeling behind it. Rima tried wrapping her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her, but the moment she did it he stopped.

"Rima, what are you doing?"

"I..was just trying to.."

"Please, let us not risk too much intensity. I know this is an important part of marriage but I don't want to risk c***dren yet"

She almost rolled her eyes in exasperation. She had been on the pill ever since their last intimate moment, but this comment warranted no reply.

"Yes ji... " She said as meekly as possible.

It did not take long for Abhi to spew his seed onto her belly. It took even less time for him to roll out of bed, clean up and put his pyjamas back on.

"Goodnight ... Rima" he said before getting back into bed.

She felt like screaming in frustration. What was wrong with him? Could he not see her restlessness? Why was he so hell bent against letting her orgasm? Did he not find her attractive enough?

Her loins felt like they were on fire, she needed to find some release.

Checking to make sure her husband's breathing had started to deepen, she slowly got out of bed and went into the bathroom. The long mirror above the sink reflected her. Her hair was only slightly messed up, her skin was pale but she looked fine otherwise. Abhi's lack of attraction, and Varun's lust for her were polar opposites.

Taking a deep breath, Rima untied her hair. The light from the overhead lamp gave it a slight shine. She slowly undressed, sliding the gown off and unclasping her bra, her panties already discarded at the bottom of their bed. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she scrutinized herself.

Hailing from the North Western part of India, her skin was already fairer than most people from her country, and the London weather had only added to it, ensuring she did not stand out much even among the British. Her hair was long and hung all the way to the small of her back. Looking closer she could not find any noticeable skin blemishes, thanks to the meticulous care she took in maintaining her body. Her breasts were not overly large, but she had always been satisfied with her 34b size. Turning slowly, she looked at her profile. Her breasts sloped out from her gently, forming two even curves with a respectable cleavage, her stomach was still taut. Turning a little more she noticed her hips had filled out a little, probably due to lack of exercise. Rather than looking skinny, they were now more... womanly. Her buttocks had also benefited from the weight gain, wobbling slightly when she rocked on tiptoe and craned to see them. Despite all this, her husband's lack of enthusiasm was now beginning to exceed her limit of tolerance. She thought of how Varun's breath had hitched when he saw her breasts for the first time, and the way his cock had throbbed with longing.

Almost involuntarily, her hand found its way to her pussy. He vaginal lips had only a light sprinkling of hair above them, and her labia were already moist. She moaned slightly as she slowly ran a finger along hers lips, feeling the warmth and the desire that was now raging in her. She quickly went to the cupboard and retrieved the photo of Varun's erect penis. Her hand was working furiously now, two of her fingers darting in and out of her tight hole as she gazed at the large black member in the picture. The thought that she had made him spew that much cum made her lust burn even more, and small moans escaped her. Varun made her feel wanted. He treated her like a goddess, but made it clear that he was the boss. His sculpted physique came to her mind's eye, and she groaned with longing. She had tried, Abhi had not responded to her attempt at lovemaking, and her desires were taking over.

"Ohhhh Varun..." she moaned, her fingers sliding in and out of her now dripping pussy as she threw back her head and closed her eyes.

Her imagination was reeling out of control. Varun's hands were all over her. They were both naked, and he was lifting her, placing her on a counter, his muscles rippling. His penis was entering her pussy, and their lips were locked in a lustful embrace, their tongues exploring each other. His hands were on her hips as he thrust firmly, her pussy lips stretching to accommodate him. Sweat beginning to run down their bodies as their passion increased.

She moaned as the orgasm ripped through her, spasms making her lean onto the sink for support. Her juices slowly dripping down her fingers. She looked back up at the mirror, her legs clenched together as little pleasurable aftershocks continued to rock her core. Her eyes seemed alight, the pleasure she was experiencing was something she had never experienced before, and she wanted more. It was so obvious now, so completely crystal clear... Abhi was never going to be enough now, no matter what she did. It was time she admitted it to herself.

She wanted Varun.

Still breathing heavily, Rima reached for her section of the bathroom cupboard and threw it open, fumbling inside for the items she had left there earlier. A second later she was caressing the picture with her lips, lost in her own world, her thighs feeling the heat from her pussy radiating outwards, juices trickling down the inside of her leg. She kissed the image of Varun's penis, wishing it was the real thing, longing for it. What is happening to me? What am I doing? Questions seemed to arise like a spewing volcano, but their intensity was fading as the heat between her legs grew again. It was exciting, this lewd side of herself. She wanted to let loose of all her ties, be free. The image of the manhood before her eyes was beginning to drive her into a frenzy, and she grabbed her hairbrush from the side of the sink, teasing herself with it. The hard, brushed handle aroused her more, and she slid it slowly into her dripping snatch, pleasuring herself. The drops of cum on Varun's cock, created by her, fuelled her lust. The hairbrush handle made love to her fast and hard, and she let out soft moans, cursing that it could not match the size of the object of her new obsession. Images of her time with Varun came and went in her head, fleeting glimpses of herself with his cock in her mouth, how wrong the action was, how good it had felt. A snide little voice that she had not heard in her head before reminded her how even the hairbrush felt better than her husband's lovemaking, causing her to give out a laugh.

It was then that she looked up and saw herself in the bathroom mirror, naked, legs spread wide, pumping herself with her own brush, lusting for exotic black cock. Her eyes were alight with an almost manic fervour, and she was smiling, smiling as she imagined being ravaged by a better man.

"Mmnnnggghh, yes Varun.... I'm ... cumming..."

Her second orgasm made her gasp, the sin and the kinkiness of it all... she could wait no longer.

She needed more, so much more.

More... It occurred to her then, the twisted genius of the man. Still reeling as her pussy dripped in waves of pleasure, her ass spasming.. she extracted the small vial from the cupboard, removed the stopper, and brought it to her lips, closing her eyes and sighing as she tasted cum, a taste that was somehow familiar.

The image in the mirror smiled and licked her lips, she knew what had to be done now.
Varun was a patient man. One can hardly survive amongst the wealthy and powerful without patience. He had seen countless mergers and acquisitions through with the help of this very virtue, and they all inevitably turned out in his favour. The thought made him smile. Now, sitting in a comfortable armchair by the electronic fireplace of his plush apartment, he considered his latest challenge, one that slowly moved into its final act. The rain lashed against the large glass wall that made up one side of his massive chambers, and the thought of another rainy encounter sprang to mind, bringing with it the stirrings of arousal. As he closed his eyes and leaned back to let happy memories play out, Varun wondered how the final act was unfolding at the other end.

Abhi Sahni knew he was losing his grip. He had brought his young bride to London with hopes that they would settle in together, slowly and awkwardly perhaps, but with the certainty of a happy outcome, like the Hindi movies of old. He had hoped Rima would come to love the shy, caring man who wanted to give her the best in the world, and wished she would understand. But something was not right, and he could feel it.

She seemed, forward. He had not anticipated her to make advances on him, require sex before they decided to conceive a c***d. Perhaps it was the way she was brought up, but it certainly was not how he knew to treat his wife. All these thoughts crashed through his head as he hauled his baggage out the door, Rima seemed to have packed a lot more than usual this time, causing him to struggle. He looked back into the house, watching her stand there with a strange expression on her face. The rain pattered away at the windows behind her, and as he began to close the door, she gave him a small smile and a half hearted wave. When he closed the door, the click of the latch was accompanied by a crack of thunder, causing a knot in his stomach. Something had changed.

Imperial Tower had only one doorman on late night duty, and he was on the verge of nodding off when the taxi pulled up. Who the bloody hell has a visitor this late at night? he wondered as a young woman stepped out and hurriedly paid the driver before walking in through the large glass doors. Her hair was a little wet, and she had a shabby raincoat d****d over one arm. There was nothing shabby about her dress however. Her slender figure was wrapped in black silk with gold embroidery, and the sleeveless blouse revealed a hint of her cleavage.

"May I help you miss?"

She was almost past him, and turned slowly to meet his gaze, seeming a little flustered.

"No, thank you. I can find my way."

She was blushing slightly, and seemed to try and make herself as small as possible as she quickly made her way to the small service elevator and rushed in. Not before the doorman had leaned over his desk and taken a nice long look at the way her rear end moved in her d****d wrappings. This was a sight he had seen many times before. Looks like Mr. just can't be satisfied by the local flavour anymore. Wish I could afford such a hot piece of ass!

The table was set, expensive white wine, naan bread and chicken curry awaited on a small table for two. Varun had vacated the comfort of his chair and paced the room, occasionally glancing at the notification light on his phone. He was not used to this tension, he always got what he wanted...

The doorbell chimed.

It was midnight, Abhi's flight would have just left, so this would be about time for Rima, which meant that he had claimed his prize. As he approached the door, he told himself, for the first time, not to expect too much, she may have gotten cold feet. He breathed in, closed his eyes, and swung the door open wide.

Ravishing was an understatement. The wet hair, the kohl lined eyes, soft succulent lips and pink cheeks, all devoid of cosmetic uplifting. The saree hugged her, playing its part as he had hoped, elegant yet unquestionably sexy. He wondered what Martin the doorman had thought, he would have to ask him later.

He smiled and stepped back, inviting her in. She stood there for a long moment, looking at him as if seeing him for the first time, a long smoldering look that he found irresistible. And then, she was in his arms, her head on his chest, pressed against him.

"Rima... what...?"

Her finger on his lips silenced him, as she pulled away enough to look at him again.

"I can't do it anymore Varun. I tried, I tried to do the right thing, I tried to be faithful. But I won't lie anymore, my husband... cannot satisfy me. I.... I need you."

She seemed to have planned this, going by how she blurted it out as if she was afraid she would lose her nerve.

Varun's manhood twitched. She had admitted it at last.

"I know," was all he said before he kissed her.

This time it was different, the thrill of her lips responding, moving in harmony with his, the wetness and warmth of her on him. It was different than the hesitant beginnings of an affair, this was real, this was passion.

His tongue slowly nudged at her lips, and found itself being allowed into a pleasurable cocoon of warmth, where it met hers and embraced it. One of his hands went to her long silky hair, caressing the tresses, as the other made its way down her back, resting at the small patch of skin her saree revealed and stroking her backbone. She purred, the vibrations of her tongue passing on to his as well, and his cock responded, hardening until it created a tent in his robe, causing Rima to realize his nakedness underneath it. This time she did not pull back, this time she smiled and shook her head slightly.

"I see you have taken the trouble to prepare dinner. And I am a little hungry."

Varun almost groaned, but nodded and reluctantly let her go. He moved to the table and was about to begin serving when he felt her hand on his, stopping him.

"In India, we do not let our men serve us, we serve them," she said with a smile as she expertly doled out chicken curry onto both their plates and distributed some naan before turning back to him.

"I have made you wait this long, but I know what I want now."

He had not realized her hands had slipped to his waist until he felt the robe loosen. The silk slowly slid off his shoulders, revealing his dark skin, and sculpted muscles as well as the veined and throbbing cock. She blushed slightly at the sight, but did not seem as fazed by it as her last encounter. Handing him a glass of wine, she put her arms on his shoulders and gently pushed him down on to a chair.

"Will you wait for a minute?" she asked, her voice taking on a teasing quality.

Varun nodded, dumbfounded by this new Rima, one who was sexy and confident, yet retained some of that seductive innocence. He watched her gently swaying figure as she disappeared into the depths of his house as if it were her own, pausing a moment in the hall, before identifying the bedroom and going in. He took a sip of wine, glancing down at his throbbing member, which reminded him that he had not done his daily masturbation sessions since his last encounter with Rima, wanting the anticipation to build. He stroked it idly, glancing at the hallway entrance for her to return, and almost came when she did.

She had removed her saree, and stood before him in the lingerie he had gifted her. Victoria's Secret complimented her Indian curves, leaving overflowing blobs of breast uncovered and keeping some modesty intact at the same time. Her nether regions were covered by the smallest patch of cloth that seemed to be held together by string. She looked embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from giving him the smoldering look again as she came closer, slowly, letting him drink in the sight of her.

Rima knew she had been exposed in front of Varun before, but not to this extent, It did not feel wrong however, as she walked to him, her hips moving more than necessary, her cleavage wobbling in the tight revealing lingerie. She wanted him to know she was committed now, that he was going to have her.

His eyes were appreciative as they roved over her shamelessly. Rima felt a thrill course through her as she realized she had entered a new world, and left behind her roots and the expectations of her middle class family and mediocre husband. This was a world of the rich and powerful, of sex and perverted pleasures. And she could not wait to begin.

Varun gulped as she bent forward, revealing impossible amounts of cleavage, and gave him a peck on the lips. He had not been aware he was still stroking away.

"I have something for you," she purred, something else he had not known she was capable of.

As her hand reached between her breasts, he half expected to meet her wonderful twins again, and was a little disappointed when she withdrew her hand and held it out to him. As he reached his own hand out, she dropped a small blacked out vial into it that he realized she had been storing in her cleavage. The thought turned him on, the fact that the vial was empty turned him on more.

That was the moment Varun knew he had won. She had drunk his cum before, but this was final proof that she belonged to him now.

Rima put a hand on Varun's shoulder and gingerly sat down on his lap. He moved his throbbing cock so that it now rested on her lap. With a smile, she reached and tore a piece of naan, dipped it in the curry, and began feeding him.

It was the best meal he had ever had. She would expertly give him succulent pieces of bread and meat, with him nibbling at her slender fingers at every opportunity, and take a few bites herself. Occasionally a drop of curry would land on his chest, and she would promptly lick it off tenderly. A few times he kissed her after, enjoying the tangy taste of chicken on her tongue. Halfway through the meal he reached and groped her right breast, causing her to moan, and throw back her head. He moved his face to her cleavage, breathing in the sight of her soft mounds, before kissing her breasts and running his tongue into the cleft between them. The taste of chicken, her sweet fragrance in his nose, and the warmth of her chest on his cheeks, the atmosphere was heady.

Rima moaned louder. This was what she had always wanted, this was what she had needed, was created for, and she knew Varun was the one who had revealed it all for her, she needed him and only him now. As his tongue explored her breasts, she reached down and took him in her hands, slowly stroking his cock.

Varun reached back, unclasping her bra, sliding it off and throwing it away into the distance. The candles were burning low and cast flickering shadows onto her lightly heaving breasts. He admired them a moment before taking her breasts into his mouth, tracing the areola with his tongue and finding the nipple, gently biting it first, and then suckling from it.

"Ahhhh.." her breathing was faster now, and she held his head to her chest with one arm as her other hand stroked him faster.

He pulled back and gave her a sly grin. Rima needed to be ravaged in every possible way. He dipped his hand into the gravy boat on the table and found a small, juicy piece of chicken. While kissing her breast and neck, he held the piece to her mouth, her lips opening to swallow it, dripping some gravy onto her naked flesh. The next piece he placed on her chest, causing it slide slowly and leave a line of tangy gravy on her. She seemed to get the message and immediately pressed her heavy tits together with both hands, causing the slide to stop and effectively offering him his meat on a soft wobbling plate of breasts. He moved in to take his morsel of meat and resumed his attentions to her chest

"Mmmm, yes Varun... oh baby yes..." Rima could not believe the sounds and words escaping her mouth. She felt slutty, but it felt right. The nakedness felt right. She knew her old wardrobe was going to be useless now.

"Oh yes, you feel so good my little Indian slut," Varun moaned. Her hand was back on his cock and moving more expertly now, smooth strokes coaxing precum from him, which he promptly wiped with a finger and offered her to suck. It did not surprise him anymore that she was willing. Her defenses had crumbled, desire had been let lose, and desire always wins.

Rima was lost in her haze of lust and passion as well. They had run out of chicken now, and she was not done yet. Taking the bottle of wine on the table, she held it before Varun, suppressing the cries her body was waiting to get out as her breasts screamed for mercy from the nibbling and sucking.

"Thirsty?" she asked, her voice husky.

Varun was still struggling to keep up with the transformation he was witnessing. His shy Indian girl was gone. No, he had destroyed her, seduced her, manipulated her and aroused her. He smiled as he saw the wine inching its way to the opening of the bottle held over her head.

"I need a drink baby. Let me have it," he grinned.

The wine feel in a graceful stream to her neck, flowing down on and between her breasts, making them glow. Varun moved his mouth under her nipple, catching the wine that flowed off the tips of their erect points. It was the most erotic experience he had shared with a woman, and he knew he was going to blow soon.

"Rima... I need a little help down here baby," he said, his voice a little strained from the effort of holding on to his impending orgasm.

Rima Sahni, covered in spicy gravy trails and glistening wine, nodded as she lowered herself off his lap and bent obediently between his legs.

"Mmmmmmm.." was all Varun could muster as her warm lips enticed his cock into her mouth for the second time since they met. Her inviting warmth, the way her tongue licked him, how she gingerly took him in deeper, it was driving him crazy.

"More, Rima.. take it in deeper."

She stopped, letting her throat get accustomed to him, and then took him deeper. Around eight of his 11 inches were buried in her mouth, he could feel it hit the back of her throat as he lay back and closed his eyes.

Rima struggled for air, the mammoth cock in her mouth was making her gag. Her reflex kicked in and she