An Exotic Affair

Her eyes blazing with want, Arti spread her legs for Mark. Immediately, he mounted her, pressing her chocolaty breasts with his chest. She wrapped her hand around his hardness and guided it inside her excited flesh. The touch sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine and she entwined her arms around his white muscular body. Ecstasy flooded her mind as his hardness planted in her womanhood.

It had been a long time since she had had a man. His member felt sweet inside her, quenching her need like rain on parched earth. She offered him her lips and was rewarded with the most passionate kiss of her life. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth, his fruity taste inebriating her mind.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. His handsome looks tickled her heart. She ran her fingers through his thick blonde hair, enjoying the hunger in his eyes as he rotated his pelvis, rubbing every bunch of nerve endings inside her love canal. Gratifying sensations coursed through her veins as he thrust in and out ,slow, then fast, shallow, then deeper, stretching her to the hilt. Her need was urgent, perhaps, much more than his. Clawing his back, she locked her legs around him, pulling him even deeper as her velvety sheath collapsed around his shaft, generating exquisite friction. The strong scent of her sex combined with the masculine smell of his sweat rose in the room.

“Can we do doggie?” he whispered. She nodded. He withdrew and she got on all fours, wriggling her beautiful butt at him. He applied his mouth there, sliding his tongue between the cheeks and licking the length of her aching womanhood. She moaned with delight, experiencing her first orgasm of the night.

Getting on his knees, he wedged the tip of his manhood between her swollen vaginal lips and pushed slowly, claiming her unyielding softness. Her body shuddered under the impact of the deep penetration. When her hands reached below and felt his shaft moving in and out of her, indescribable sensations overwhelmed her. She plunged a finger beneath the clitoral hood, playing on the sensitive nub. Writhing and screaming with joy, she came again and again and again.

Leaning forward, Mark kissed her smooth shoulders and fondled her shapely breasts while his spear raging inside her with a mind of its own. She turned her head and their mouths locked. Moaning loudly, he emptied within her womb, her moist clutch milking him dry.

*****

Mark could hear Arti’s soft snores. Their lovemaking over, they had switched off the lights, but her hazel eyes and dusky features were etched on his mind. He derived immense comfort from the warmth of her soft naked body on his chest. He caressed her back and traced the contours of her hips. His desire sated, he wondered about the photo in the living room.

They both worked for the same NGO, he based out of Washington and she out of Bombay. As part of his training, Mark was deputed to spend time in India where he met Arti. He was smitten by her from the first day, drawn by her sensuous looks and infectious smile. He had no clue that women could look so attractive in saris and salwar.

baggy trousers worn by Indian women

However, he maintained his distance, seeing the vermilion in her head. It meant she was married.

They worked together for some time with underprivileged children in Bombay after which they were asked to proceed to the rural interiors. They missed the train which would carry them to their new place of work.

“The next train is tomorrow morning. Your hostel is at the other end of town. I suggest you spend the night in my house. It’s closer,” she had suggested.

That is how he ended up in her house. He was surprised to see that her husband wasn’t there. They both got drunk and when he took her in his arms and kissed her, she simply held his hand and led her to the bedroom. His last memory before falling asleep was of her seductive smile as she undressed for him.

*****

On the way to the station next morning, Mark finally mustered the courage. “Arti, where is your family?”

“So, you saw their photo?”

He nodded.

“We have some time. Want to meet them?”

“Of course.”

The taxi stopped outside a hospital. "Is he a doctor?"

"Yes."

Must be on night duty, he reasoned.

She led him to a ward where a doctor attended to a patient. "Meet Dr. Desai, my husband."

The doctor turned. Mark extended his hand. "Hello, Dr. Desai."

The man gave a wry smile."I am Dr. Patil. The patient here is Dr. Desai."

Mark stared at the motionless man in bewilderment.

Arti's voice was calm. "The result of a road accident three years back. He has been in a coma ever since. Our son died on the spot. I lived."

Mark saw no tears in her eyes, but he could sense her sadness and loneliness. His heart brimmed with tenderness and the moment they left the room, he pulled her into his arms. She made no attempt to break free.

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