Chapter 10: Deepika Makes a Bold Move

It was almost an hour later that Arjun actually left with Rhea. He ate then he changed, and then a few other things until Rhea started yelling that she will lose all her project time waiting for her brother to get ready.

Deepika waited until his car was out of sight then waited ten more minutes in case he forgot something as he sometimes did. Then she took her clothes off and put on a skimpy red bikini. She wrapped a pink sarong around her waist that didn’t really cover anything. She sat in front of the dresser and brushed her hair. She applied her make-up taking care not to overdo it. But she did colour her lips with her blood-red lipstick. She left all her jewellery on the dresser except for her diamond wedding ring.

She had a few hundred pairs of shoes. She opened the shoe closet and went directly to the shelves that had her high heel stilettos. She tried on a few different ones then finally decided on a pair of 8” black stilettos that had a 4” high platform. They were completely impractical for walking but they were guaranteed to cause erections in any men in a 100 foot radius. Deepika took out her expensive Chanel Poison perfume and sprayed it carefully in the strategic places.

Then she stood in front of the mirror and checked out the final effect. She decided she looked like a whore who was begging to be fucked. She thought about taking the bikini bottoms off, but that sarong was too short and sheer to cover anything. She left them on. She re-tied the bikini top to make her tits pop up even more. She turned to look at her ass in the mirror. It was a tight, perfectly curved ass and she was proud of it. When she turned back to the mirror she noticed that her bikini bottoms were sticking to her pussy. Nothing could be done about that, she decided, she was wet and only going to get wetter.

Five minutes later, she walked out of the back door with a tray carrying a drink. Her heart was racing and her pussy was pulsing so hard she could feel it. She had never done anything like this in her life. Men chased her, she never chased a man including her husband. But here she knew if she didn’t act first she would miss her chance. Come Monday, Shekhar would get busy with office and work. He would also have a big selection of beautiful girls there including Arjun’s personal secretary Shriya whom Deepika had met. No, Deepika only had this weekend to get Shekhar to be interested in her and she had to be bold about it.

She knew how she looked right now and how strong a signal that was. Shekhar would see that and be able to guess what she was saying. Then she would know if he was interested in her or not. As she walked towards him, she could see him half lying on a lounger and reading a file. There were more files next to him on the lounger. As she walked her high heels made a click-clack sound on the concrete but Shekhar didn’t look up. He was only wearing track pants and his muscular, bare chest made her breath stick in her chest. She took a deep breath and tried not to stare as she walked closer.

Deepika walked right up to his side and said “I made you a Mojito, it is the weekend after all, even if you are working.”

He looked up and she gave him her best smile.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” He looked up and smiled at her. He looked at her but didn’t react as she was hoping. She swallowed once and put the tray on a table next to the lounger. He didn’t pick up the glass and didn’t stare at Deepika like she wanted. He actually went back to the file. Deepika decided she was not going to lose after making all this effort and taking the bold approach. She decided to be bolder.

“Aur kuchh lenge?” She said. As he looked up at her, she added “I mean leni ho to bata deejiye.” She thought she could not be more direct than that.

[Do you want anything else? Let me know if you want to take anything.]

Shekhar looked her up and down, slowly. She felt his eyes move up along her bare legs, notice her skimpy bikini bottoms then move up along her slender, almost naked body. From his angle the sarong was not in the way at all and Deepika wondered if her bikini bottoms were already showing a wet patch from her juices. She knew that she was soaking wet. His eyes seemed to warm up her body as they moved along her shapely form. Then he let his eyes travel down her body the same way. Deepika wanted to scream “Please, fuck me!” She didn’t know how he was doing it but he was making her so extremely hot like no man had ever done to her before. She was not this turned on even on her wedding night.

While he was checking her out, Deepika took a chance to look down at his crotch. His track pants were thin and though they were not super tight, she could clearly see an outline of his thick shaft along his thigh. He was getting hard. That made her feel more confident. But she knew it was still not a done deal. He might like her and get hard from her but he might still not want to fuck her because she was married or she was his girlfriend’s Bhabhi. He could just as easily wait for Rhea to come back and then fuck her.

“Leni hai?” She repeated and looked in his eyes, leaving no doubt this time.

[Do you want to take it?]

He nodded “Leni hai. Tum dogi?”

[I do want to take it, you want to give it to me?]

Deepika smiled confidently this time “Doongi na. Yahan loge ya andar chal ke?”

[Yes, I will. Do you want to do me here or inside?]

Shekhar pushed the files to the floor and dropped the file in his hand on top of them. He patted the space next to him. Deepika laid down next to him and turned towards him. The lounger was not a double lounger. They were both squashed together in a single space. Deepika could feel the heat of his half-naked naked body and his manly musk was making her pussy throb. He kept his right hand under his head to prop it up as he looked at her. Deepika was breathing heavily. The sexual tension between them so strong that she was being pulled towards him like an iron filing to a magnet.

Brushing her hair from her cheek, he let his fingertips caress her soft, smooth cheek “Deepika, you are a stunning woman.”

“Thanks.” She said then cleared her throat because that sounded like a car gear stuck “Thanks.”

“And you are married.”

Deepika didn’t like where this was going. She nodded.

“You know I am banging your sister-in-law.” He said.

There was nothing for Deepika to do but nod.

“And I will keep banging her as long as I am in India, you know that.” He was still caressing her cheek and even letting his fingertips brush lightly over her neck. Deepika liked that. She liked it a lot. Her body temperature was steadily climbing just being near him. But the way he was talking, it seemed like he was trying to let her down easy. She didn’t like that part. The more it seemed like he was about to do the honourable thing, the more desperate she felt to become his bitch. Yes, she had already decided before stepping out on the back porch that if she wanted to be in his life as a sexual partner, she will have to accept her place as his casual fucktoy. She would be his bitch that he would fuck when he wanted. She would not have any control in that. But it looked like she would not get even that.

“I know.” She said “I can see Rhea is your property. You will keep her and fuck her as you want.”

He nodded “Phir bhi dene ke liye taiyaar ho?”

[And still you ready to spread for me?]

She nodded and looked boldly in his eyes “Taiyaar hoon. Le lo na meri.”

[Yes, I am. Fuck me.]

Looking in her eyes he said “Sirf aaj dogi ya...?”

[Only today or...?]

“Roz doongi,” she said quickly “jab aap loge tab doongi. Jahan aap loge wahan doongi.”

[Everyday. I will spread for you when you want, where you want.]

Moving his hand down over her arm, he reached in and pulled the knot on her bikini top. It opened. Deepika gasped but did not stop him. He pulled it out and dropped it on top of the files on the floor. Deepika’s big, heavy tits heaved with her laboured, audible breathing. He did not touch them. That made her want to scream for his touch. She wanted him to grab them and maul them. They were very firm with arousal and her nipples were so hard, they were aching. She wanted his hands on them, and oh, his mouth.

“Your nanad, your sister-in-law is my property,” He said as he looked deep in her eyes “and if you are spreading your legs for me, what does that make you?”

“Aapki kutiya!” Deepika didn’t hesitate, she was in the zone, she knew she was close, but the way he was treating her, she still wasn’t sure if he was going to fuck her or send her away after humiliating her. She didn’t want to take the chance and pressed on “Your bitch. But I want to be your bitch.”

“Kutiya banogi tum meri?” He smiled and this time let his fingers gently follow the curve of her firm, hot breast “You are too hot to be anybody’s bitch.”

[You want to be my bitch?]

“Banoongi!” She said with determination “Not anybody’s bitch, your bitch. Banna hai mujhe tumhari kutiya.”

[Yes. I want to be your bitch.]

Deepika’s brain was reminding her that she was committing to a lot here. She had never even used such words before let alone promise to become a man’s bitch. She told her brain to go away and carried on boldly looking into Shekhar’s eyes “Banaoge? Le lo meri. Mujhe apni kutiya bana lo.”

[Will you make me? Please fuck me, make me your bitch.]

Shekhar pulled down his track pants along with his boxers. Deepika gasped as he pulled out his cock. It was hard and erect. She could swear that it was at least three times as long as her husband’s dick and at least twice as thick as his. Deepika licked her lips. She was so close now.

“I want it in me.” She said, pressing on boldly.

“Wrap your hand around it.” He said.

That was a happy order for Deepika to follow. She quickly wrapped her fingers around the thick beast and felt how heavy it was.

“No, the left hand.” Shekhar said.

Her left arm was under her body, she shifted her weight and wrapped her left hand around his thick, meaty rod.

“What does that make you?” He asked.

“Your bitch?” She asked hopefully.

“A cheating whore.” He pointed to the diamond writing shining on her finger while her hand was wrapped around his hard shaft.

Deepika kept her hand on his cock and looked at him “Your whore?”

This time he nodded “Yes, my personal whore.”

She nodded “Then I am ready. Daal do andar, make me your whore.”

[Enter me.]

“But do you know that once I fuck you, you will be in my power?” He said “I will control you like my bitch.”

“Are you blind?” Deepika’s frustration came out in her voice “Can’t you see I am already in your power? Now fuck me like a whore and mark me as your bitch. I want you to own me so completely that I don’t have any choice.”

He smiled at her outburst and pulled the knot on her bikini bottoms. He didn’t bother with the sarong. It wasn’t in his way.

“Spread your legs, whore.” He said.

Deepika put her high-heeled foot on the lounger and bent her knee to open her legs. She guided his cock to her wet, leaking pussy hole. It was long enough that it was easily reaching her pussy. Shekhar pushed with his hips.

“Hay, mar gayee!” Deepika screamed as the thick cockhead opened her tight cunt and lodged inside. She could feel his pulse from the tight fit. He pulled her close and kissed her. Deepika sucked his lips hungrily. His saliva flowing into her mouth seemed to calm the pain. She sucked his tongue and drank more of his saliva, keeping her hot, red lips pressed to his rough lips.

While they were kissing, Shekhar rolled his hips and slowly invaded her cunt even deeper. Deepika could feel her heart pounding in her chest with fear but as long as she could kiss him and feel his tongue exploring her mouth, she could not worry too much. He moved back and forth, she moaned with the fresh pain but kept her legs open for him to conquer her as he was going to anyway. His cock was throbbing inside her and the fear was giving way to pleasure. The desire to have him in her that had driven her slutty behaviour so far was now so strong that she didn’t mind if he hurt her. She just wanted him to take her fully. She wanted to show him that his cock was welcome in her body. She moved her hips forward to show him that and then moaned when the pain doubled. She had never taken such a big cock in her and while it was exciting her, she could also feel the pain that it generated in her cunt flooding all her body.