A Couple's Void - 2
The Wife
Previously
A Couple's Void - 1
2
Darshan was up early the next day, and in his gym. He didn’t want to miss his workout, especially on a day when he was being invited by a couple.
Once he was done with his morning team meeting in the office, he received a mail on his new account from a new mail id. Mail had just two lines after the courtesy greeting.
‘Hi
Shehla here.
Hangout pl?’
Darshan dropped a hi to this new id on Hangout. She was already online.
‘Hi’ came her response.
‘Tell me’
‘Can we please talk in private?’
‘We are talking in private. Who is watching us?’
‘No. Not that. I meant can you please keep this conversation private from Amanat also?’
‘Oh. Okay. No problem.’
‘Thanks.’
‘Go on.’
‘We will meet today. Talk, and fun and everything. But not sex. Please.’
‘Oh. I am a little confused, the way we talked earlier, I thought you wanted to be done by me.’
‘No not that. I want to do it with you. Just like the story. But not today.’
‘Ah. Don’t worry. I got it. Why are you saying please, no one does sex during periods. It’s natural. We will do it after five days.’
‘Arre. I am not on periods. It’s just that, even though I want to do it, but I have never done it with anyone apart from my husband. It will be the first time for me. And I will need some time to be mentally prepared for it.’
‘Now I understand. That is fine with me. But why you need to have this conversation in private?’
‘Because of him. I know if he sees hesitation in me, he will not push me to do it, but he will be unhappy. And I can’t make him unhappy. It makes me unhappy.’
Ghosh! What kinda couple were they! Darshan told himself. Husband says it is for her happiness, wife says it is for his happiness, and they both say they want to do it, but wife says not today, and she still wants him to come to their place. He messaged.
‘But what will we do when he starts?’
‘You can say you are not in the mood or something. No?’
‘That would sound very artificial. If I am not in the mood, why will I come? It is better I don’t come today.’
‘Arre nahin. Don’t get angry. Ok, you come. We will fuck today.’
The way Shehla spoke about fucking, so casual, yet so cautious. It made Darshan hard.
‘Relax, Shehla. I am not angry, and I understand that you need some time. I am suggesting the right thing. Once I am there at your place, it will be very difficult to not do it without raising his doubts.’
‘That’s also true. So, let us do it today. I will manage myself.’
‘No. I can’t do it once I know you aren’t fully prepared for it. I will tell him that for some urgent work I am going out of town. This will give you time to absorb this new arrangement, and be prepared.’
‘That’s an awesome idea. Thanks a lot. You are really a gentleman. Had it been someone else, wouldn’t have understand.’
They probably would have showed up and fucked her. Who can blame them? They would have spread her legs and pumped into her pussy, making her moan, while her husband watched. But, Darshan wasn’t like that.
‘Everyone understands. Doing it with you, without your heart into it, is as good as rape.’
‘You really are a gem.’
‘Ok. Now no more praising me. It is embarrassing.’
‘Okay. But again, thanks a ton.’
‘No worries. Will drop the message on the couple id, right away.’
As Darshan dropped the planned message an ‘ohhh’ came from the husband.
‘Can’t help. Work is work. But will stay in touch.’
‘Can’t you come in the afternoon, if your flight is of the evening?’
‘I am leaving right now. I will be in a different city by evening.’
‘Oh. Okay. I won’t be pushy. Will plan once you are back. Will stay in touch till then.’
‘Great.’
‘I will inform Shehla also. She was so excited.’
‘Yep.’
He closed the app, and got back to his work but wasn’t able to focus. Just then, two messages popped up simultaneously on his mobile. One from the couple id, and the other from Shehla’s. Though both were sent by Shehla.
‘Ooops. Will be eagerly waiting for your return.’ From couple id.
‘Extremely sorry, and thank you so much.’ From her individual id.
He replied only to her individual message.
‘It’s ok. And please stop saying thanks. I didn’t do anything different from the usual.’
‘I know. Can we talk for a while?’ she asked her.
‘Sure.’ Anyway, he couldn’t focus on his work. All that was crossing his mind was her pics from the presentation.
‘I want to tell you how relieved I am to know the kind of person you are.’
‘Again?’
‘No. Listen to me. When we read your story. Or shall we say whenever we read your story, I know you would give a great experience to me. Something that I have never ever experienced. But, at the same time I wondered what if this person is a pervert.’
‘Pervert? Wow!’
‘No. That was something I was worried about. But now I am so assured. I think I will get prepared much faster than I thought.’
‘Well, that’s some good news.’ A smile broke on his face.
‘Are you alone now?’
‘Yes. Why?’
‘Let’s cam.’
‘Okay.’
Shehla initiated a video call, and Darshan attended it in the second ring itself. There she was, her gorgeous self, looking more enticing in a black camisole than her naked photographs. She was on her laptop.
‘You like what you see?’
‘More than what I saw in the pics.’
He whispered. His lack of confidence due to his dialect was hovering over him. Her voice was exactly like he had imagined. She was nervous, he could tell. But she had made herself sit in front of the laptop, talking to younger man,
‘Of course. My face was blurred.’
He recalled that she doesn’t know what all pics of hers he has seen.
‘Exactly. Body alone can’t be beautiful. It’s a package, and without the face, the package is incomplete.’ He texted. In her laptop she could see both, video and the messages as well.
‘You are poetic.’
He just smiled.
‘I see you are in office, hence not saying much.’
He nodded. Nice cover up to his speech issue.
‘No problem. Anything you want me to do for you on this cam?’ she removed her camisole while saying this. Her breasts jiggled as she that, more than once. His eyes went mesmerising.
‘Anything you feel comfortable doing.’ He texted.
‘I can undo my panty. I don’t mind it.’
She started playing with the elastic of the only fabric on her body, a routine sky-blue brief. He just kept watching. She played for a while and then started slipping it down. He had seen her bare pussy, he had seen her naked body from multiple angles, but this stripping was a different pleasure. He felt a ting in his groin.
She pushed it further down, and the tip of the streak of her trimmed pubic hair came to view.
‘Can you do it with your back towards the cam?’ He texted with little shivers. He wasn’t sure of it wasn’t offensive to say such a thing.
‘Hmm.’ She smiled. ‘So, you have a thing for these.’
She turned around with her last cover still on and squeezed both her buttocks. Her panty wasn’t a full cover one. It turned out to be a bikini brief. Half of her ass remained unhidden in those seamless sky-blue brief with tiny pink leaves printed on it. She swayed them dancing a bit, and he noticed pinkish-red finger marks that had turned out on the exposed skin. These weren’t there when she had turned around. A gentle squeeze from her own delicate hands had brought the blood flow to the surface. So tender was her skin. This thought made his blood flow increase towards his dick. He started imagining the kinds of marks he would leave on her body.
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Her thumbs slipped inside, taking charge of the elastic, and started slipping her underwear down. She kept her knee straight until her hands, holding the garment, didn’t reach her toe. Her bums were pushed towards the cam. He so much wanted it to be a 3D camera. She was there in front of him as virtual as her pics were, but still, the act of stripping had certainly delivered a different pleasure.
By now, he had a full hard on. Something that even his pleated lose pant couldn’t hide. He looked around the cabin, and then texted.
‘Thanks. You are a wonder girl. But I need to stop here. I am in the office, and anybody can walk-in anytime. It could land me in a very embarrassing situation.’
‘I understand. But before you leave just see, what you watching me has done to me.’ She brought her bust with in the frame of the camera and pointed toward her nipples. They were so taut from the arousal as if someone had rubbed ice cubes on them. The light brown colour stood out on her milky skin.
A naughty smile drew on his face.
‘It’s good to see you smile. What time will you get free from your office?’
‘Around 7:00. But I can leave a bit early.’
‘Ping me when you leave the office. Will be there for you. Will cam again more freely.’
‘Sure. But just to let you know. If you are doing this, just to make-up for our today’s meeting dropped, then, you need not do it.’
‘No, no. This is me preparing myself. If I can’t be okay to be seen by someone, how will I be okay to be touched by the same person.’
‘This makes lot of sense. I will buzz you once I leave. Most probably by six.’
‘I will get all the chores done by then.’
‘Cool. See you then.’
‘See you then.’
As soon as the video chat ended. He closed his eyes and started doing deep breathing to normalise the blood flow.
They both had six ‘o’ clock in their head for the entire day, and then, somehow they managed to survive those eight hours. For once during the lunch break a thought passed his mind to skip the lunch and rather use it for a short fifteen-minute show, but then he dropped the idea. He can’t let his desperation be obvious. They have approached him, and she is certainly bowled over by him. He needs to maintain a non-desperate, non-arrogant, and yet an elegant standard.
Though he was in the office lift with five minutes to hit six on the clock, he didn’t ping her until five minutes passed six.
‘Will reach home in twenty minutes.’ He texted her, though it would take another thirty minutes to reach home. These extra ten minutes just to cover up his anxiety. She should feel that he had turned up after freshening up and all.
She was eagerly waiting. She had decided what would she do, if he again tells her the same thing – whatever you are comfortable doing.
Darshan didn’t even wait to freshen-up and get comfortable. He just undid his shirt to give an impression that he had changed into home clothes, and pinged ‘hi’. It was responded by a video chat being initiated.
‘You look so fresh’ She had worn Bluetooth ear pod along with a kaftan nighty.
‘You don’t look so fres (fresh – the ‘s/sh’ thing.’ He immediately realised his lisp.
‘Maid didn’t come today. So, I had to clean the entire house.’ She didn’t react to his speech malfunction at all. As if not heard.
‘That’s sad. You carry on with your stuff. We can connect later.’
‘Later when? Amanat would be here na.’
‘Oh yes. No worries. We can connect tomorrow.’ His words and his thoughts weren’t matching. He didn’t actually care about the cam stuff much. This was a mere stage he had to cross to be with her. But it wasn’t only him who was desperate, but even she was. She was just a bit wary about the what-if situation and the fear of unknown. Just like Darshan had experienced couple of days back, which he had overcome, but she was yet to.
‘All my work is done. I just need a bath to get all this sweat off me.’
‘That’s good. You finish your bath, I will have a drink or two till then.’
‘Why don’t you see me bathing?’ She was getting naughtier.
‘Why didn’t I think of that?’ He felt ashamed of the absence of wit in him. He sat a bit erect on his chair, ‘I would really enjoy watching you bathe.’
‘I will love to give you some joy.’ She picked the laptop and took it to her bathroom. She placed it on the wash basin shelf, ‘Join me in my bathroom’, she removed the white towel that was folded and hung on the see-through shower cubical.
‘Give me a sec. I will fetch a fresh Kaftan.’ She excused herself to the attached dressing room.
This was the first time when she wasn’t on her cam, and Darshan’s attention fell on the opulence of the bathroom. It was a big rectangle area, much bigger than his own bedroom. Shower cubical was arranged on the left wall, and with some gap, there was an oversized bathtub. The rectangle room was wide enough to accommodate shower area and bathtub side by side, leaving some space between them. It had an off-white theme to it with hanging focus lights matching the ambience.
What made the lightly furnished bathroom more fascinating was the glitter of sparkling fittings. Having huge constructions tell about the money, and how it is being maintained tells about the class. He was now more appreciative of the opportunity that had fallen in his lap out of nowhere.
She appeared back and placed the fresh Kaftan near the laptop, looked into the camera, moved back until her full body was seen, and then removed the nighty. She wasn’t naked, and had a light blue lace lingerie set on her. The complexion of her milky skin was enhanced by the blue outfit, and the mesh-net part of the lace exhibited her glorious assets.
She unhooked the bra from the front, and dropped it on the floor, and moved her hand over her head caressing her hair. He couldn’t miss the arch it created at both her sides. The curve had dipped at the waist, and it widened towards her bust. Also, with her hands up and behind the head, the protrudes came out pushed. Darshan literally had to take a deep breath to absorb the view.
She started moving her hands to the front, leaving her hair open and dropped at the back. As her hands moved down from her forehead, her fingers brushed her eyes, braced her partly open lips, caressed her slender neck, skimmed her wonder breasts, flicked the nips, soothed her belly, and slid themselves inside the elastic.
Darshan was throbbing by now. He so much wanted to shag, but the movement of his arm would have certainly revealed the secret, so he decided to hold on to the thought, until her shower starts.
She kept moving her fingers down, inside the lacy brief, closing in towards each other, until the tips met at the parting below her pleasure point. Then, she crooked her fingers inwards and gasped, closing her eyes.
‘Nice.’ He commented.
It echoed in her bathroom, and she opened her eyes. She saw him staring from the screen at her, and a shy giggle accompanied her blush. The pinkish thing that turned out on her face every time she blushed, was a huge turn on for him. She turned around recalling that in the noon what he had asked for while she had stripped her panty. As she turned around, Darshan saw that she was actually wearing a thong with a tiny strip attached to the broad flexible strip that circled her waist.
She started pulling it down slowly with her legs kept straight, and close, until the undergarment reached her toes. And then , she pulled her left leg out of the panty, and stood back straight with her legs decently apart. Being in the same stance, she turned her face back to see him on the screen, and her pelvic drifted towards the right, making a sideways bow-like arch from her head to toe.
‘Wow!’
She heard him. She turned back her face and started walking towards the shower. He was watching her walk like this for the first time - her hips swaying and massaging the inner part of each other and each buttock juggling at her every step. He wondered how long will he have to wait to feel those in his hands?
As she turned on the shower, he dropped his pant and his underwear on the floor, and pampered his dick that had been longing for his touch. Once her body was drenched, she picked the loofah and dropped some body wash on it. After a couple of squeezes, the foam started dropping on the matted floor. She brought the loofah near her neck and with another grasp made the foam flow down kissing her skin.
The sponge in her hand marked its presence all over her body with mild touches. It wasn’t used this time to scrub the body but only to cover her entire body with the sensuous foam all over. Once the purpose was solved, she hung the loofah back to the hook and as she started using her hands on her body, she started looking at her screen.
With water splashes on the see-through glass, she couldn’t make out much of what was he doing, but was assured enough that he was constantly watching her.
He was now in a proper rhythm stroking systematically his manhood at a decent pace with neither a plan to delay it, nor to rush into it. She kept her left hand devoted to her upper body and allowed the other hand to take care of the lower part. Her lips suckled on the two fore fingers of her left hand, while his right hand pressed her vertical lips in the hide of her upper thighs. She was dripping wet in both the senses.
She started heaving just like he was, and his momentum had increased, and so was her squeeze on those fingers. They both felt something building in. With him increasing his pace, and she rubbing the right spot with her thumb, both started inching towards the utmost pleasure, and incidentally achieved it at the same time. He had his handkerchief handy to protect the floor this time, but she wasn’t in control.
She pressed on to the transparent partition with her body completely resting on it, with her quads, her belly, her bosom, and the side of her face pressed on the partition. The panting from her open mouth was creating back to back vapours on the glass as she was catching up on her breath. She couldn’t recall when was the last time she had such a climax while pleasing herself.
It took her a while to gather herself back, with the help of running shower over her, and then she walked up to the screen, soaked and drenched, and asked him.
‘How was it?’
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‘Never seen anything like this before. You are a magician. Or shall I say a magic in itself.’
‘I love the way you put words to your feelings.’
‘I mean each word I say.’
She picked up her towel and started tap drying herself.
‘What do you think? Are you prepared?’ He had to ask.
‘I think I am.’ She again blushed.
‘Sure?’
She nodded, and draped herself in the fresh Kaftan. Her fresh Kaftan was an olive-green crochet work. While she moved towards the hall, carrying her laptop, without any delay, he dropped a message on the couple id about him returning the very next day, and in no time the response was a scheduled rendezvous the coming evening.
As she took her seat on the sofa, the doorbell rang.
‘I think he is back. It’s time.’
‘Okay.’
‘I will have to disconnect now.’
‘I understand.’
‘Will be tough to get over these twenty hours. I see in the messages our tomorrow’s meeting is fixed.’
‘It is. See you tomorrow. Bye.’
‘Bye’ Darshan remained impatient till the next evening, jerked off twice during the day. And when it was time to get ready, he started feeling anxious again.
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