Chapter 18: Madhuri Walks into His Trap

“Wow!” Madhuri exclaimed as she entered Rohan’s flat “This is untidy?”

She was right to question it. It was a penthouse apartment with an amazing view of the city from the living room glass walls that was spread open like a panorama. Madhuri was drawn to it like iron to magnet. She looked at the city, admiring the lights of the urban cityscape. The living room was in immaculate condition with everything in its place.

Rohan put his phone on the coffee table and joined her at the window. She looked stunning from behind in that completely backless gown that was tight on her shapely butt and her long, shapely leg bare to the thigh in the high slit was adding to her erotic appeal. Rohan could feel his cock getting hard as he walked up to her.

He stood behind her, his chest lightly rubbing on her back, his hard cock touching her tight ass in the thin dress.

“You call this untidy?” She said looking at his reflection in the black, transparent glass.

“If I had to come home to an untidy place then what am I paying the cleaning staff for?” He looked back at her in the glass and kissed her neck.

“So, you knew the place was clean?” She pressed back into him. He closed his arms around her and let his hands press on her soft tits.

“Of course.”

“Then why did you lie?” She lifted her head and rested her body against his solid frame.

He moved so his hard cock was pressing between her ass cheeks “I had to get you here somehow.”

“So you knew I would volunteer to come with you and help you?” She was slowly rubbing his cock with her ass, feeling it get harder between her ass cheeks and thicker.

“Yes.” He run his fingertip slowly down her chest, between her tits and watched her breasts rise and fall in the glass.

“What if Manu had come?”

He kissed her neck “She has early class. I knew that.”

“Shweta could have come, she likes you.” Madhuri turned in his arms but stayed in his embrace.

Rohan shook his head “Office tomorrow.”

“Well, Tara could have come.” She moved back as he moved forward.

“Too young. Her dad would not send her, nor would you.” He pinned her against the glass wall.

“She would be safe from you,” Madhuri looked up at him as she leaned back with her bare back pressing on the glass “you might not be safe from her.”

He smiled “Still too young, you would have thought she could not take care of me properly.”

“You are right.” She cupped his cheek and caressed it slowly “She has a crush on you, you know.”

“She has good taste.” He smiled.

“Can’t blame her.” Madhuri smiled and turned her face up as he leaned over her “She was asking me if a man with an American passport could have two wives.”

“What did you say?” He leaned in close until his breath was playing on her lips.

“I was a bad mother, I am afraid.” She looked in his eyes and kept her lips parted.

“You are a bad mother? No way.” He stayed close to her and gently caressed her bare shoulder, moving his fingers lightly down her body.

Madhuri nodded “I think so. I told her he could if the second wife didn’t ask for official wife status. She asked what status would she have, I said property.”

He moved the last half inch and pressed his lips on her soft, warm lips. Madhuri moaned and parted her lips. When his tongue pushed into her mouth, she sealed her lips tightly to his lips and closed her arms around him. At this time of night his cologne had worn off and his manly musk was filling her nostrils. She could feel her pussy throbbing like crazy as he fucked her mouth in and out with his probing tongue. His smell made her hot and she had been tempted by him before once when she had seen him after working out and once when she brought him morning tea after he had just woken up.