Sin City
Copyright© 2009 by Audrey Haber
Chapter 60
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 60 - A tale about Page 3 lifestyles and relationships set in Bombay, India, in the late Nineties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Blackmail Cheating Cuckold Rough Torture Interracial White Male Slow
"Madhu, this is great. I mean, this is really fantastic. But I have to know something. Will you be absolutely honest with me?"
It was almost exactly one week after the reunion at Crossroads. They were lying in bed. Or at least, Madhu was lying in bed, feeling as contented as a cat with a belly full of milk. Alan was draped over the couch before the television -- watching Star News with the sound muted -- his lanky, pale form dressed only in a pair of Jockey boxer shorts.
"Alan, I'm always honest with you."
He puffed on his cigarette.
Madhu wished he wouldn't smoke. She was allergic to tobacco smoke, it made her sneeze violently. At least Birju didn't have this disgusting habit.
"Then tell me, when are you going to leave him and expose him? Give me a date, a month, a day, anything. A ballpark date at least."
She raised herself on her elbows. She felt good, physically. The evenings at the gym were doing wonders. She was beginning to feel like college-girl Madhu again, not married-woman Madhavi.
And she could see the effect of her new improved physique on Alan when she took off her clothes. Already, she had stopped wearing sarees and was experimenting with tighter, sexier churidhar kurtas and even jeans and shirts on a couple of occasions.
"Alan, I told you. When the time is right."
He stubbed out the cigarette, grinding it into the ashtray with more force than was necessary. She was beginning to think he smoked the damn things just to bother her.
"And when will that be, Madhu?"
Again, she caught that familiar edge of sarcasm and obnoxiousness in his voice. Goodbye, Alan Mendes, gentle and considerate lover. Hello, Alan Mendes, hard-headed Mumbai Times columnist and society gossip-monger.
"Are you angry with me, Alan?"
She allowed a little surprise, even a little anger to enter her voice. "Are you disappointed? Because if you are, then we can call this whole thing off. The only reason I'm still here with you is because I thought we had something special going. Something very special. But if you're getting impatient, I could stop coming."
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