Chapter 10

His previous cum deposit in my butt was now leading to squishy clapping sounds of our bodies. I was also nearing my next release so I slipped my hand down to my crotch and began fingering my clit.

This felt so heavenly now setting off my impending orgasm. Never before in my life did I cum so many times in the same day and Rafiq was not even done yet.

Then I realized I was fully leaning backwards on him with my head on his shoulders while he was kissing my neck and everywhere else his mouth could reach.

His one hand was now fingering my clit while he thrusted like a fucking machine in my butt. This time without warning I felt another gush of his warm cum flood my ass.

Despite his release, he still continued his pumping and fingering till my orgasm swept thru me. Rafiq carried me still impaled on his cock and sat down.

While we rested fully tired and sweaty, he said “don’t worry Anita, I was only joking”. Totally taken by surprise, I asked “joking about what Rafiq”? He said “about you coming here every day”.

I asked “so what was your real intention then”? He said “I know how much you enjoyed today but I also know that it is not easy for a married woman like you to visit me frequently”.

I said “so you were pulling my leg when you had the chance”. He said “yes. But I still have a real ask from you”. I replied “please ask. I will try my best to honor it”.

He said “your cunt is always going to belong to your husband. But whenever you come here your ass is mine”. I thought why would a man say no to a woman’s cunt when he already has it served up on a platter for him ... and instead ask for my butt only...

He continued “this will be my condition which you will have to accept if you ever want to come back here”. I decided to discuss with Prakash before answering, so I said “give me time to think about it Rafiq”.

Now we finally disengaged and his cock popped out of my butt followed by a huge amount of his cum pouring out on the rug. Rafiq grabbed the wet towel and water bottle and cleaned me.

I got up and started wearing my old saree in which I came here. Rafiq asked “why not wear the altered saree Anita”? I replied “I am very sweaty now. I will go home and shower and then wear it for tonight’s surprise for my husband”.

He got dressed and took the new saree with him to iron and pack it. By the time I reached his desk he had it neatly folded for me in a bag. Before he unlocked the door I hugged him warmly and he reciprocated it.

Looking into his eyes I said “today was the most memorable day of my life. I will cherish every moment I spent with you forever” and kissed his lips.

He winked at me and said “don’t get so worked up Anita, this is just the beginning. I will wait to see you walking thru this door again. But only if you want to”.

I left from there and all the while in the cab I was reminiscing everything that had transpired today. Surprisingly I did not feel any guilt or regrets. In fact, I loved it.

I got back home and took my hot shower and changed into my nighty. I saw the time. It was nearing 5pm. Shit I had spent the last five hours with Rafiq and did not even realize.

I now felt a sudden pang of hunger because in the heat of our steamy encounter we had forgotten about lunch. I warmed some food from the fridge and hogged on it like I had been starving for days.

Then my children came home, everything was normal. Then just before hubby darling was expected to return, I went to my bedroom and got dressed in the altered saree.

The same saree which led to this biggest transformation of my life. After my minimalist makeup I stepped out to the living room where both my boys were watching TV.

Turning to me their eyes grew wide like saucers with that “I know you from somewhere” looks ... Both of them went berserk with their whistling and I had to silence them before they got the entire neighborhood here.

Just then the doorbell rang. I answered the door and it was Prakash. He went mad with his whistling and comments much more than my sons making me really blush like never before.