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With the urge to urinate being very strong, I went to the toilet seat turned round and bunched up my skirt. I then hooked my fingers into my panty and slid it down to my ankles and checked out the sanitary pad. Though it was wet, I had not got my periods. I slipped it down as well. I then sat and relieved myself.

The sound of the falling urine resounded in that confine, making a big splashing sound. I knew it would take time to unload 3 beers stored in my bladder.

As I thought of the happenings of the evening, I got the familiar tingle between my legs. My pussy was getting moist and I desperately needed a release. If Mr. Raghavan had to make a pass at me, would I go along? Could I cheat on my husband? Would this be a start to an affair? I bunched up my skirt still further up under my shirt holding it with the left hand and my right hand slipped to the well shaven crack between my legs that needed urgent attention. I moved my fingers over the swollen lips of my vagina. I then slipped in my finger which slid in smoothly due to the slippery moisture.

I took my finger a little higher, touching my clitoris. I had closed my eyes to savour every bit of pleasure. My hand holding the skirt was creeping to my boobs. I needed attention; I needed a release. I decided to masturbate myself in this fantastic room behind the closed door.

I opened my eyes slowly. It was then that I got a shock of my life. Mr. Raghavan was standing just a foot away from me, inside the bathroom with his shorts& underwear bunched near his knees, and his chocolaty brown penis was standing erect. Though it may have been just about 6-7 inches long, it was as thick as his arm. It looked like a baton. It must have been at least 2.5 to 3 inches thick. It was just about a foot away from my mouth, bobbing away to glory. The tip was like a fist but smooth and bulbous to look at. I have seen porno movies but this was way beyond my imagination.

“Mr. Raghavan, what are you doing?” I expressed to him, unable to take my eyes of his cock.

“Please, what will Komal say?”

“Nina, I am sorry, but you are just very erotic today. I could not control myself. I have controlled myself for the last 3 months. I am really sex starved. Please don’t get angry.”

“Mr. Raghavan, I am married. So are you.” I tried to explain, but little realizing that my shaved pussy was totally exposed to him, while my other hand was on my boob. “What if the guests come to know? It will be a big scandal.”

Inadvertently, and little realizing the fact, I had given a candid consen. Would I make this dream a reality?

“Nina, they are all having a time of their life along with the ladies” he explained in a way a c***d tries to get a sweet from his mother. “If you only agree to give me a release. Please Nina, Please.”

“But, Mr. Raghavan …,” I tried to feign my non-consent. Realizing that I too wanted it and was frightened, he came close and held my hand that was fondling the vagina. He placed it on his prick. My hand could not go around it.

He held me by my shoulder and lifted me up. My hand was still holding his monster. He released my other hand of the skirt and took it down. It was only then that the fingers of both hands met around his thick penis.

“Mr. Raghavan, you have a very big penis. It will tear any cunt apart.” I was now afraid that things were going too far. “What if someone comes looking for us?”

“Don’t worry, I have locked the door” he assured me. I understood his erupting passion, which had been bottled up for these long months of abstinence; coupled with his attraction towards greener pastures of fucking his friends wife and the romantic atmosphere of his room — his bedroom, where he shared moments of passion with his wife. This concoction of lust was too much for either of us.

He pulled me to him and kissed me roughly on my lips. I closed my eyes as I feltl his thick tongue entering my mouth searching for my tongue and I allowed him to savour his treasure. He sucked it in his mouth and played with it. It was a first time experience for me and I enjoyed it. I melted in his arms. What were friends for? A friend in need is a friend indeed! I justified to myself.

My skirt had dropped back covering my knees, but my panties with the sanitary pad dangled at my feet. I felt him release my tongue, bend down and lift me up. I felt very secure in his arms. “Don’t ever mention this to Vivek, please. He will be devastated,” I pleaded with him. He took me near the bed and put me down near the full length mirror.

“This will be our secret,” He assured. My shoulder length hair were sprawled hither thither over my face and I could see me in the mirror with Raghavan close behind me. His hands were circling around me, sliding over my shirt to my boobs. I gasped as his hands squashed them in unison. His baton-like penis, literally drilling into my lower back.

The erotic sensation was heightened with a mixture of emotions — guilt of cheating on my husband — for the first time, fright of getting caught with a crowd around and mostly thinking about how this monster would be ravaging my tiny pussy, when it had been used to being regularly drilled by a 6 inch long and a normal size prick of Vivek.

Like all married couples, after six years sex had become a routine on a twice or three times a week schedule. Vivek would come home tired every day and sex was restricted to weekends; and that too for a short time. Though we loved each other, we had never given a thought for adultery to add spice to sex.

Here I was being crumpled in the arms of my husbands’ boss, with my husband and his friends just a shout away.

By now he had lifted my shirt and was holding on to my boobs squeezing the plumpy base and twirling the nipple with his fingers.

“Wow!! Your breasts have been specially sculpted by the creator. Komal has very big ones but nothing like yours’. You have the gift of the finest nipples. I have never seen anything like this. Vivek must be really feasting on them.” He praised.

Vivek’s name brought me down to earth. I turned around and faced him. My bra encased breasts mashed onto his chest. As he turned his attention to my lips, his hand had gone behind me to my bra clasp. In no time I could feel my pushed up breasts, suddenly become free of the cups. My bra was hanging only from my shoulder straps. I looked into his eyes. They were filled with a passion and lust. His hands went up further on my back and he slid the straps towards the sleeve of the blouse.

I helped him to wriggle the straps down my hand and was free of the bra. As I looked down my shirt front, which was still intact, I could see my stiff nipples pointing to Raghavan. I blushed at my realization that I was braless in front of another man, rather than my husband. My hand was still holding my sexy bra in my hand when I felt his hand slide along mine and take away the bra.

“I am going to keep this as a souvenir,” he said triumphantly, putting them round his shoulders like a tiny shawl.

“No, please Vivek will be suspicious. Also I become very visible, when I don’t wear a bra. Please don’t do this,” I implored.

“What do you mean ‘visible?” Raghavan asked. I blushed not knowing how & what to reply. He put his fingers below my chin and lifted my face up to look into his eyes. He then brought down to my now free breast and held it towards the tip and squeezed the nipple.

“Ouch…” was my reaction, as I pressed myself to him.

“You mean that these kohinoor Diamonds (referring to the Indian Diamond in the Tower of London)” playing with my nipples over the shirt. “I think you need to let them loose. Even if Vivek sees them, tell him you had come from home like this. I am going to keep this as my trophy.”

“What if Komal finds it?” I asked.

“I’ll make her wear it!” he said point blank.

I was scared that somebody may miss us, but then I realized that our absence was just for about 15 minutes — from the toilet to the mirror to me being bared of my brassiere. Until now Raghavan had only got a view of my shaven pussy. His friendship with my boobs was platonic over the shirt. He had also got a feel of them below the shirt, but he had not seen them.

Dressed in my shirt and my skirt, though without any underclothes, Raghavan started to push me towards the nearby bed. I had never ever thought of being bedded by a stranger, and here I was being guided to a massive marital bed of another man; and that too who was my husbands’ boss.

“Mr. Raghavan, please I have never done such a thing before.” I pleaded. He must have surely guessed my half-hearted denial. In response, he kissed me roughly and dry humped me over the skirt as his prick had formed a spear of muscle waiting to invade me.

I was really scared that we would be caught. They would surely miss us. Also if someone came to go to the toilet, they would not find us in the kitchen.

“Mr. Rahgavan, please . . . someone will come,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to worry” he assured, “we have not been gone long. I had told them that it would take us about half an hour. It’s just 15 minutes.” By now we had reached the edge of the bed and he supported my back as he laid me on the bed, with my legs dangling at the knees. I had spread my legs to accommodate him as he lay me down.

Reaching the edge of the bed had made me reach my edge. Raghavan’s’ stout prick had pointed itself on my Ground Zero, with only my skirt blocking his target – my love hole.

Till now only my hands had felt his manhood. The time was approaching when the actual assault would start. I was now filled with another scare. Would I be able to accommodate his girth? Would his monster damage my pussy? But I had no time to think on that as his lips crushed mine and pushed his thick tongue in mine. I concentrated on sucking his tongue as he started mouth fucking me with his tongue.

It was a subconscious action on my part to lift my legs on the bed and spread them wide to let Raghavan adjust himself in between them.This action of mine had bunched my skirt between the valley created by my spread thighs. Raghavan used his hand and lifted the d skirt and placed it on my stomach, without removing it. In case anyone did come, I would not have to waste time wearing the skirt. I was already devoid of my panties, which must have been lying around somewhere entangled with Raghavan’s underwear.