Okay This one I wrote as a request ages ago for someone I cant name!! Its X-rated so only read if you can handle it ;)) I was blushing myself :))
He looked so handsome her Maan. Resplendent in a Black Tux Jacket with a black silk shirt he looked sinfully sexy and the epitome of a successful businessman. She thought to herself.
She wanted to take him home now and ………..She smiled to herself they almost hadn’t made it here at all.
He had taken one look at her as she came out of the bathroom all wet and dripping and pinned her back to the wall. His arousal instant . Stroking away the towel his eyes locked on her with only one thought in mind. His mouth feasting on her, licking the drops of water that stood on her silken skin like dew drops.
Maan!! she had protested half heartedly We will get late! But she had reveled in the power she had over him. The Maan that was a total control freak usually, lost it completely when he saw his wife like this, she enjoyed the fact that it was only her that could make him lose it like this.
Before she had even finished that sentence he had shirked off his clothes, cupping her bottom lifted her effortlessly against him urging her to wrap her legs around his waist he pushed her gently back up against the wall.
His mouth had closed over hers and she had been lost. Completely lost in his passionate onslaught. In seconds she had been begging for his possession. The need had thundered through them both.
He had not disappointed. He had joined them with one long deep thrust possessing her, loving her so intensely until they had both reached a climax that had been so sweet in its intensity she had clung to him like a limpet barely able to think let alone stand!
Their eyes locked and the slight flush on her cheeks gave her away. Even in the midst of the throng of people she felt alone with him. He smiled at her a completely in tune with her thoughts. His eyes told her that he was looking forward to more later on. She blushed even redder and looked away from his intensely hot gaze.
Maan was distracted suddenly as a red clawed finger stroked his lapel. He looked down at the hand that it belonged to. He glared at the woman and extracted himself from her clutches to look up and see Geet fuming at him.
It wasn’t his fault. The woman was a leech and not only that he knew that she was married to Deepak Chopra. A man he couldn’t stand. One who had always tried to create obstacles for Khurana Constructions to the point where he had been spreading lies about KC’s business practices. He did not like or trust him.
They were at a very formal business party. Where he had just given a speech on ‘Building Homes not Houses – The Khurana way’
(apologies jane couldnt resist being cheezy ;)))
Geet! Geet! …but she had stomped off. He watched her retreating back. She looked extraordinarily beautiful tonight. Wearing a beautiful black Sari with antique border and a antique brocade blouse.
Her only adornments were Matching antique earrings, he had gifted her a few weeks ago. She looked stunning out doing every other woman in the room. He had already been noting how all the men had been looking at her lasciviously.
Someone spoke to him and he was momentarily distracted. When he looked up he saw Chopra talking to Geet and handing her a drink. He saw Geet sip it and make a face. She said something to Chopra and he smiled a sly smile at her and replied to her.
Geet looked a little hesitant but accepted his answer and drank some more from the glass.
Maan stopped listening to the man in front him. He didn’t trust that Chopra as far as he throw him. He hastily made his excuses to the client in front of him and headed straight for Geet.
By the time he reached after being stopped by several people he saw that she was already finished her second glass and was on her third as the remnants on the side table next to her showed. It looked like Chopra had been busy plying her with drinks.
He was furious. And even more furious to see Chopras hand on Geet’s arm.
He pushed in between them inserting his body like a barrier that sent Chopra looking at him in fright and scurrying away like a rabbit.
“Maan! Maan! Kya karte ho aap? I was talking to that nice man.” Geet said to him her words slightly slurred.
Prying the glass from her fingers he took a sniff. He knew it! The drink reeked of alcohol.
“Geet! He said to her between his teeth ..yeh tum kya peeti ho?”
“Maan that nice man gave me a cocktail with grapefruit and tropical juices.” She swayed a little towards him.”..Bahut accha drink hai she said taking hold of his lapel.”
She looked up at him and smiled a sweet drunk smile. “Paata hai Maan aaj aap bahut bahut handsome laagte ho!”
Black formal looked so good on him, he looked totally edible she thought.
She turned and pointed around the room “And all these women arrrrrrrrrreee so jealous of meeeee ….” she continued.”.. kyu ke tum meere saath ghar jaane wale ho.”
“Aur mein aaj aapko choodne wali nahi hoon…..I am going to….” she whispered something in his ear that made him close his eyes in shock and excited anticipation. She was leaning into him, her arms winding around his neck and entangling themselves into his hair.
“Geet!” He gently but firmly removed her arms from his neck aware of people staring at them. It was time to say goodbyes he thought.
He placed an arm firmly around Geet’s slim waist and strode forward to say goodnight to the hosts.
“Geet tum kuch maat bolo aab hum ghar jaate hai.” He hissed in her ear.
He was furious. Furious at Chopra but even more furious at himself for not looking after Geet. She was so innocent she readily accepted people always thinking the better of them.
His eyes sought out Chopra and he gave him such a look that Chopra paled. “Ussko to mein baad mein nipat loonga! Maan muttered to himself.
He quickly said goodbye to hosts aware at all times that Geet was smiling away like a mega light bulb against his side.
He bundled her in the car and started driving home.
“Maan………itne jalde bhi kya thi?? Mujhe waha bahut maaza aya tha.” She reached over and ran her hand up his thigh “…Maan……..hmmm.”
“Geet! Geet! Tum kya kartee ho! I am driving.” He admonished her giving her a frustrated look.
“Aapne pehle to koy baar nahi mana kiya…”she said in a hurt little voice.
“Kyu ke Geet tum pehle koi baar tum naashe mein nahi thi.” he said in a kinder voice. It was not her fault that Chopra was a bastard.
“Naasha?? Haan Maan muhje to aap ka naasha chaad gaaya hai!” She said giggling uncontrollably.
Maan muttered a few choice words under his breath.
They reached home. Thankfully Daadi and Anwesha were both away. They would not have to see Geet in this state.
He went around to her side, un-cliping the safety belt he pulled her gently out of the car.
She fell on him giggling. Her body leaning heavily into his.
“Maan….mujhe kiss karo!” She demanded placing her lips against his.
He opened his mouth to say something and she thrust her tongue inside kissing him passionately.
When she released him he was so aroused. She had never kissed him like this before.
There was a sheer recklessness that had his body out of control in an instant.
“Geet!” He rasped torn between not wanting to take this further in her state and wondering whether to take her up her offer. In this state of abandonment her shyness had all but disappeared.
He looked down at her, her arms were around his neck, her fingers stroked the dark springy hair at his neck. Her eyes were filled with passion and fun, her lush lips slightly swollen from their recent kiss parted and pink.
The tip of her tongue reached out and slowly ran over her lower lip tasting him. She was temptation beyond belief.
“Geet! Geet chalo!” He said sharply in frustration…he pulled her with him into the house and started to climb the stairs to their bedroom.
But she wasn’t following him. She stood at the bottom of the stairs striking a seductive pose and started singing, “Darrrrrrrrrrrrling! Roko Na Toko Na hum ko pyaar karne do!!!! Darrrrrrrlinggggggggggggg!”
Maan groaned as she giggled…he went back down and lifted her high into his arms.
“Maan………ohhhh! Aap mujhe apne bahoon mein ess tara lete ho to mujhe bahut accha lagta hai.” she whispered against his neck. Playfully biting his ear.
His self imposed control was slipping fast he needed to put space between them. He released her slowly onto the floor in the bedroom and went to turn.
Her pallu had become entangled in his buttons as he turned it pulled right off exposing her delectable cleavage to his hungry eyes.
Her lush full breasts were shown off to perfection in the small high black tight brocade blouse. Without him even realising he had slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her into him. His mouth started to explore the lush curve of her breast , Geet threw back her head in abandonment and sheer pleasure. Her long silken hair trailing over his arm
His fingers sought the tiny gold clasp at the back and he released it. He gently pulled off the blouse. A deep guttural groan of pleasure and sheer satisfaction escaped him as his hand filled with her breast.
Her fingers sought the buttons on his shirt pulling them apart she slipped her exploring fingers inside causing him to moan out loud.
“Geet…aaj muhje yeh naahi karna chayee.” he rasped ”Tum naashe mein ho aur my need is great.”
Geet looked into his eyes…she could see the battle raging inside him.
“Maan aap he mera naasha hai!” Her eyes spoke volumes. She was saying she needed him she wanted him. She pushed the jacket and shirt off his shoulders and tipped him back onto the bed.
The headiness of the alcohol was now replaced by a heady arousal for her husband that made her feel powerful and wanton.
His eyes blazed with passion taking in her every move as she pulled off the rest of the Sari and petticoat and left them in an untidy heap on the floor.
Straddling him she reached for the belt on his trousers. Their eyes locked. She watched his face as she unclipped his belt and pushed down the zip with care over his evident arousal.
A hiss of pleasure tore from his lips.
Maan closed his eyes tightly. Dear God he was going to explode! She pulled off his Trousers and boxers.
Her lips started to explore his naval and then lower.
He had died and gone to heaven. The feel of those soft lips on him! “Geet!” He moaned reaching down and trying to pull her up.
She looked up at him, her arousal evident in those beautiful eyes of hers.
“Maan aaj mujhe roko na!” saying that she went about her delightful task.
His fingers wound themselves into her long stresses pressing into her scalp.
She pushed him to the edge until he could take no more he swiftly pulled her up and reversed their positions stroking away her panties at the same time. Pinning her under him he whispered against her mouth.
“Naasha to abb muhje chaad gaya hai Geet tumne mujhe apne hoto se peelaya.” He said in between kisses. He nibbled at her lower lip as she writhed under him wanting him in desperation.
“Maan…Maan please abhi!”
“Nahi abhi nahi…mujhe thoda kaam hai abhi!” he said teasing her
She looked at him in frustration. What was he saying? She couldn’t even think anymore and he was saying he had things to do?
He watched her face and smiled his dust danav smile…whispering against her lips he said “kuch maat bolo Geet! Just feel……..” .then went about driving her body to such a delirious state of wanting with his hands and his sinful lips that had Geet biting into his shoulder in frenzy.
When he finally made her totally ready for him he looked deeply into her eyes as he joined them together. ”Geet!” he moaned as sank into her tight hot silken body.
She felt him fill her completely. She welcomed him lifting her legs high around his waist pushing herself up to meet his downward thrust.
“Maan please…..” she urged wanting him to lose control, needing him desperately, her nails digging into his back. But he wouldn’t be rushed. He built the fire higher and higher slowly and steadily until they both lost control and gave into the demands of their body climaxing together tightly embraced.
A long while later she looked up at him and asked, “Maan woh drink mein kya tha?”
Maan Smiled down at her, “Woh drink mein? woh drink mein to kuch artificial naasha tha.”
He propped up his head with his arm and looked down at her absently making erotic circles on her damp silken skin, looking at her with total love he whispered to her
“Par Geet tumhara Naasha to kuch aur he hai!” He said as his mouth closed over hers again.