A Couple's Void - 3

The Couple

Previously

3

For the evening of fucking, Darshan was dressed in a grey suit with a white shirt. He bought a gift too. He couldn’t have afforded something that would have matched their status. So, he bought something simple, yet elegant — a bouquet of exotic flowers. It’s cliched gift. But it is a cliche, because it works.

He was at their door at five passed seven, which was a five minutes of delay but considering Delhi’s traffic five minutes of error in estimation was considered being in time. He rang the doorbell, and was welcomed by the husband, who too was wearing a suit - a tuxedo to be precise.

Darshan extended the bouquet to him.

‘Hand it to the lady yourself.’ And with a smile the husband gestured Darshan to walk-in.

As Darshan walked-in, he smelled a peculiar fragrance he couldn’t identify what it was, but it had an intoxicating feel to it. It was neither sweet, nor bitter, not of an incense nor from a room freshener. It was something unusual, but certainly was a catalyst for the mood.

Hall had a teak wood theme, and night lights were glowing yellow, creating an aura that he thought only candles could create, but there he was, witnessing wall mounted night lights caressing the walls, and illuminating the room with exactly the brightness required to set the mood.

‘What will you like to have?’ Shehla was at the bar in a corner.

‘Whiskey would be fine.’ He said fascinated by her new avatar.

She was dressed in a backless, halter neck, sparkling black one piece - a loose fitting one. Cut at the back was so deep that her Venus dimples were visible, and someone wouldn’t need lot of luck catch the glimpse of the butt-crack once in a while. Starting from the helm of her butts, the dress ran a bit below her knees, exposing her carved calves, and her big buttocks protruded even more because of the three-inch heels she was wearing.

Shehla, imagined with Stable Diffusion

From the front, two separate flaps narrowed as they ran up from her pubic till the nipples. Her navel was divulged, her nipples concealed, and from there it was just two pearly strings eloping behind her neck. Her hair was styled in a French roll updo, her lips and nails were glittering in black.

‘Is that for me?’ She broke his trance while eying the bouquet in his hand.

‘For you both, actually.’ He walked up to her and offered it to her like a gentleman and she smelt those showing interest.

‘Ah. The fresh flowers, and not the artificial ones. I love it.’ She had a smile on her face while she arranged those in an empty flower vase, and gave him a tight thank you hug.

Even with the blazer on, he couldn’t miss the softness of her breasts against him. He patted her back in a casual manner and felt the smooth and soft skin of hers. Shehla and Amanatullah looked at each other and shared a smile while he was hugging her.

‘Any particular brand you prefer? We have a nice collection.’ Amanatullah asked.

‘Any blend will do. JD?’

‘Of course. Who doesn’t have a Jack in their bar?’

Shehla poured him a serving of Jack Daniel, and guided him towards the sitting arrangement.

‘Why did you drop the workout roleplay idea?’ She asked Darshan.

During the day, he had dropped a message on the couple id, that they won’t be doing the workout arrangement as it was in his story. They had not asked the reason then, and instead had been more comfortable when he expressed to keep things more real, and meet over some drinks and take things forward from there.

‘Yes. I too want to know too,’ the Husband asked.

‘When we know what’s coming, the fun reduces. I wanted it to go by the flow, rather than plan the swim.’

‘Poetic.’ Her eyes glittered and Darshan just gave a humble smile.

‘By the way even your house is decorated in a poetic manner.’ Darshan was genuinely impressed.

‘Oh yes. We both take interest in the interiors. When the home is called a heaven, it should also look like a heaven. Isn’t it?’ He looked at his wife for the agreement.

‘Certainly. But he is lying about the us thing. All of this is his brainchild. He is too passionate about the interiors. I just take care of the plants.’ She confessed.

‘Plants? Where?’ Darshan hasn’t spotted a single plant.

‘Balcony. We have a small collection there.’ She pointed towards an ajar slider door.

‘Show him.’ Amanatullah gestured his wife.

‘Yes please.’ And Darshan showed interest.

She got up and led him out of the ajar door where more than a dozen flowerpots were flourishing with greenery. Balcony was actually like an open terrace and when he looked around he found that there wasn’t any other construction nearby that could block the view, and the blowing of the wind that was pleasant on the road was strong here.

‘Isn’t it awesome?’ She asked him while looking up at the sky.

‘Never seen a better view.’ He was looking at her dress where it started at the back, and was incessantly fluttering to the air.

‘Can I touch it?’ He asked.

She didn’t understand as for her it was the view from the balcony she had in her mind but when she looked at him, she realised what view he has been talking about.

‘You don’t need to ask.’ She whispered.

He moved his hand and slid it inside the fluttering dress. And when she gasped he looked back at her face and found that her eyes were half closed, and her mouth half open.

‘You okay?’ He asked.

‘What do you think?’ she counter asked.

He shifted his hand from one hip to the other, without lifting it, but rather running it across. Her breathing shivered and her shoulder got goose bumps running down her arms while his eyes caught the impressions of the prodding nips on her dress.

‘Is this anxiety or excitement?’ He asked her.

‘What are you talking about?’ She was in the mood of lot of counter questioning instead of answering.

‘This.’ He gestured with his eyes.

‘I am not able to understand, what you are pointing towards.’

Now he understood that she was playing with him. He brought his other hand in action, with which he was holding the glass, close to her breasts, raised his middle finger, and flicked her left nip over her dress.

‘I am talking about this. Is this out of excitement or anxiety?’

‘You mean the dress?’ And she smiled. He too smiled back.

He moved the tip of his finger, that was still rubbing her nip, towards the centre of her dress and when he reached her exposed skin between the two front covers, he inserted his finger and started moving it back toward her cleavage until the fingertip reached its destination.

‘Now you understand?’ He whispered almost into her mouth.

‘Ah this?’

‘Yes, this.’ He flicked it again with his fingertip.

‘I think it’s the wind doing it to my poor nip.’ With a teasing smile she moved back a step, and his finger slipped out of her dress. But his hand on her hip was still intact.

None of them knew that Amanatullah was watching them, while embracing his crotch over his pant.

In the balcony they both were looking in each other’s eyes. With his left hand still inside her dress, Darshan took a swig from his glass, and squeezed her butt. She smiled, and then he drew his hand upward embracing her entire back, and moved back to the hall.

She had started the game of tease, and he too was being an excellent sport in that. Shehla had not expected that he could resist his advances being in such a tempting situation. As he moved back, Amanatullah also corrected himself and got into a poised posture.

‘Liked it?’ He asked Darshan.

‘Oh. A lot. They are beautiful.’ Darshan was honest.

‘Do you mind if I take off my coat?’ Amanatullah asked.

‘Oh please. In fact, I was also thinking of making myself a bit comfortable.’

‘Please be. You are our invited guest. Please be as much comfortable as you want. We don’t believe in formalities.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Fuck thanks.’

They both laughed.

‘Now finish it fast and let me make you another one. Let’s get out of this awkward formal sophistication.’ Amanatullah removed his coat and also pulled off his bow.

Shehla too entered at the same time.

‘What Shehla? You aren’t taking care of our guest here.’ He told his wife.

‘Is it?’ She looked at Darshan to defend him.

Darshan removed his blazer and gulped his entire drink, smiling at her. He was wearing a semi-fit shirt that tightened around his shoulders, and also at his arms whenever they were in a curled-up position. He went on to unbutton his cuffs and folded the sleeves till his elbows.

‘You too be done with the roohafza of yours.’ Amanatullah ordered his wife.

‘It’s wine.’

‘Fuck wine.’

And the couple laughed at their conversation. Shehla too finished her glass.

‘Another serving?’ She asked both the men.

‘Bring the tequila.’ He almost ordered.

‘Fine.’ She moved towards the bar.

‘Do you smoke?’ Amanatullah asked Darshan, and offered him a cigar.

‘I will prefer my cigarette.’ He pulled out his packet of Classic Regular and a zippo lighter.

By now Shehla too had joined them with three glasses, sliced lemons, some salt and a bottle of XXX Siglo.

‘Allow me.’ Darshan took the initiative.

‘All yours.’ Shehla left the bottle there and took a seat next to him on the sofa. She sat very close to him and this brought a smile to Amanatullah’s face.

‘One for the enemies, two for the strangers, and three for the friends.’ Darshan announced.

‘What’s that?’ Shehla enquired.

‘If we take just one shot, then we are enemies drinking together, if two then we are strangers…’ Darshan started explaining.

‘And if we are friends, then it has to be three shots.’ Shehla completed it.

‘Then three it is.’ Amanatullah announced.

‘Will you be able to handle three?’ Shehla mocked her husband.

‘Even if not, what’s the issue? We are friends, and in our home. What’s the harm?’ Amanatullah picked his glass.

‘Makes sense.’ Shehla too lifted her glass. ‘But I will raise the toasts.’

‘Suits me.’ Darshan too got ready for the first shot.

‘Here it goes the first of the three. First toast to the story that got us connected.’

With a ‘Cheers’ and clanking of the glasses they shot their liquor down. Darshan made the second serving quickly.

‘Second to the mails that got us talking.’

Whoop! Empty glasses were again filled in a jiffy for the third.

‘This one to our gathering. Finally, we are here, together.’

As soon as they finished their third shot, Darshan pulled out his cigarette as Amanatullah took a drag from his cigar.

‘You want one?’ Darshan asked Shehla.

‘I will share it with you.’

‘Why don’t you light it for him?’ The husband suggested.

Darshan offered the stick and lighter to her. She lit it like a pro, and exhaled the first drag in rings.

‘Whoa! I need to learn this from you.’ Darshan was impressed.

‘That’s not so tough.’ Amanatullah responded with a lisp in his tone, ‘you just need to keep a round space in your mouth as if you are deepthroating a big one.’ And he broke into a manic laughter, enjoying his own joke.

Darshan was taken aback.

‘I warned him about this. This is how he gets when drunk. I hope you aren’t offended.’ She whispered to Darshan. She went so close to his ear that her side-boob pushed itself into his triceps.

‘Not offended at all,’ he pushed his arm further in her bust. ‘Just surprised as it came out of nowhere. What sort of a man won’t like to go deep in a woman’s throat?’ He smirked at her.

‘You are a bad bad bad boy.’ She licked his earlobe, and shifted herself closer, and their bodies stuck to each other from the sides.

‘Let’s do something interesting. We aren’t here to just booze and joke. No?’ Amanatullah was getting eager.

‘Some strip games.’ Shehla added.

‘I have an idea.’ Darhsan offered, ‘We will guess something about each other. If the guess is right then the subject will strip a cloth off, and if wrong, the one guessing will take off one garment. What say? We will go clockwise, and can make a guess about any of us.’

‘Sounds interesting to me.’ The husband was in.

‘Sounds exciting to me.’ Shehla too jumped at the idea.

‘Great. So, who shall we start with?’ Darshan asked them. And they both answered together.

‘You.’

All laughed, and he started.

‘You both got married because you two were sexually attracted towards each other. And I am sure you had sex many times, even before proposing for the marriage.’ Darshan stated it with full surety.

‘Wrong.’ Shehla excitedly announced.

‘What?’ Darshan couldn’t believe.

‘Yes! You are absolutely wrong.’ You could sense the thrill in her voice.

‘We married to just strengthen our professional alliance. We both were in a strong position in our respective careers even then, and could do much more if aligned. Sex came in as a part of the marriage.’

‘Oh! Pardon me for being so judgemental.’

‘Fuck pardon.’ Amanatullah prompted.

‘Now off with your shirt.’ Shehla ordered, ‘or you want me to help you?’ She swayed her body in a mischievous manner.

He didn’t answer. Just started unbuttoning his shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, he brought his back towards her and gestured that she can take it off. She pulled it off from his shoulders exposing his flexes, and as she brought it further down, his glaring back with the artistic built mesmerized her. Once his shirt was completely off, his biceps juggled. His shoulder seemed as if a soccer ball had been cut in halves and placed on both the shoulders, perfect rounds. The bulging biceps and triceps too matched the size and shape of his shoulders.

‘So, this is why that couple hired you to coach them.’ She said as her hand moved on his shoulder, moving towards his broad flat ripped hairless chest. She didn’t stop until her palms had measured the entire area. She had just started moving her hand down towards the abs, when he spoke.

‘Your turn to guess.’

She understood that he was equally good, if not better than her, in the game of teasing. It was her turn, and she was determined to get him naked. She decided to make a guess that was kind of too obvious.

‘You screw a new girl every weekend.’ A victorious smile drew on her face.

He too smiled the same way.

‘I am not that kind of a person. I don’t screw girls just like that. I, don’t screw, a new girl, every weekend.’

‘Liar.’ Shehla wasn’t ready to accept it.

‘Only a stupid will deny such a truth.’ Amanatullah commented. ‘I trust him. I know it wasn’t easy to get him here. He is certainly a man of words. You lost the bet baby. Now strip.’ He had a very cunning smile.

Shehla turned her back towards Darshan and asked for his help to untie the knot at her nape that held the dress covering her front.

He looked at her back from top to bottom. Being in a sitting position, her dress had got a bit stretched near the hips, but the crack that had been playing hide and seek since the evening was still hiding.

He placed his finger exactly at tail bone. A shiver ran through her body. He moved his face close to the knot, hit her bare skin with his warm breath, and using his teeth he held the string and pulled it. She turned her front towards him. Though the string at the back was undone, still the covers in the front were intact. With her eyes she pointed towards her bosom.

He again brought his face close to her breasts, inhaled lot of air, and then blew it on the covers, and not just the covers fell, even her nips reacted being hit by a storm.

There was hardly a centimeter of distance between his lips and her nipples. She wanted some wet thing to lick off the dryness that blowing air had caused but in a teasing way he just licked his own lips, and got back to his normal position.

Shehla, imagined with Stable Diffusion

‘Your turn now.’ He was looking at Amanatullah. Being a witness to what had happened to his wife’s upper body, unaware what was done in the lower part, he was more impatient than anyone else, to see the entire show.

‘I will make a guess about you.’ He told his wife.

‘Me?’

‘Yeah.’ He had that smile which said gotcha.

‘That is cheating.’ She rebelled. ‘You know everything about me. Of course, your guess will be right. In fact, it won’t be a guess at all. You can’t make a guess on me.’

‘In that case, it is unfair to me. I can make a guess only on him, while he can make a guess on any of us or both of us.’

A small light hearted nok-jhok ­of the couple ended with a solution. Since the game was introduced by Darshan, he will resolve this conflict. Darshan simply put forth what the game actually involved.

‘He can make a guess on any player he wishes to.’ Darshan stated it.

‘Ha ha.’ With a victorious laugh he made a so-called guess about his wife, ‘She has a virgin asshole.’

‘Yo. You win. Happy?’ She grunted. ‘Let’s have few more shots. He has spoiled my mood.’

Amanatullah jumped to the thought and poured Siglo in three glasses.

‘This one for the secrets.’ Darshan raised the toast and everyone smashed it down their throats.

‘I need more.’ Shehla poured everyone another.

‘To the cheating.’ She announced playfully and the empty glassed hit the table.

‘One for the game.’ Darshan made another for all.

As everyone chewed on the salted lemon wedges, Darshan casually asked her, ‘you don’t like anal?’

‘How can I comment on something which I have never tried.’ She laughed.

‘So, you aren’t against it.’ Darshan added.

‘To be honest, I am actually curious about it.’ It was an honest statement.

‘Hey hey hey,’ Amanatullah interrupted the conversation. ‘No talking out the deal. You lost the last round, and now get rid of this dress.’ Amanatullah was now jabbering.

‘Yeah, yeah.’ She just had to stand up. As the dress was a loose one, and the knot on which her entire dress relied completely was already off.

As it dropped down, everything turned into a pin-drop silence for Darshan. With Shehla standing too close to him, His eyes were in a straight line to her groin area. All he could hear was his heart beat and that was because of her panty. He had never known anything of that sort - classy, naughty, rich (in terms of money also), tantalising, explicit, polished and so much more in something so small, that could fit in a match box and still leave some space for more, was a beauty in itself.

Shehla, imagined with Stable Diffusion

It was a tiny black pearl thong, fitted very low on waist. In fact, it wasn’t on the waist. It was a bit below the waist line. There wasn’t any piece of cloth in there. What could be called strings, were actually threads. A thread around the waist with six shiny pearls symmetrically spaced below just above the pubic area, and another thread, with pearls stuck to each other, running down toward her backside. It was just these pea sized pearls that veiled her modesty in a highly risky manner.

He gazed at it, when the desire to see how it looks from the back cropped up in his head. As he moved his stare away, she moved out of the dress. Bent down to pick it up and threw it on the empty sofa across them.

When she was bent, for those couple of seconds, he saw exactly what he had seen during the video chats. The thread was futile to cover anything of her behinds. The thread was nowhere to be seen around those hips. It just appeared on the top, connected to the thread with three pearls arranged in a triangle touching her tail bone.

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As she sat back close to him, she sat in a crossed leg position. This way the only thing on her body apart from her heels, the assortment of the threads and pearls, was covered by her legs. It seemed as if she isn’t wearing anything at all.

‘Your turn.’ She pointed towards Darshan.

Darshan wasn’t in proper senses. But he himself had set this platform of game, else the three of them knew what was the purpose of Darshan’s visit. He had to make a guess, and so he did.

‘You do regular body workouts.’ This guess about Shehla was based on her body, and the story they liked. Being a trainer himself, he couldn’t be wrong.

‘Wrong.’ Amanatullah laughed. ‘She doesn’t even look at YouTube workout videos.’

‘This isn’t possible. How could she have such a toned physique without any exercise?’ Darshan sounded a bit adamant.

‘Partly genes, and partly my past. I used to play volleyball at national level. But it has been almost 8 years since I hit the ground.’

‘The only exception that keeps someone fit without any workout is long tenure of sports. And I didn’t consider it. How stupid of me?’

‘Whatever. Now off with your bottom.’ Shehla giggled.

Darshan stood up, jerking off his shoes and unbuckling his belt. He always wore ultra-lose, baggy, pants with pleats. Once he was done with the belt, hook, button and zip, he just had to free his hands. He did so, and just like her dress, his pant fell on the floor.

He was wearing a U-shape Calvin Klein. And his hardened dick was throbbing to be freed. Well, do you recall that I mentioned in the start that there is ‘one more impressive thing’ about Darshan that would be disclosed at the right time? This is the right time. He had a real big one. With a length that ran close to nine inches, and it was the girth that made it look huge. At the full-grown stage, the diameter would be slightly over two and a half inches. And the reaction of the couple was as unanticipated as the size of his shaft.

Amanatullah and Shehla almost had their jaws dropped. They came down on their knees to have a closer look at the bulge captured in his underwear. He was looking at them from the top. He sensed that Shehla’s hand was moving up, as if it had a mind of its own, but tease was the game she had started. And, he was brilliantly playing it, so he sat down abruptly, and declared.

‘Your turn.’

‘Fuck turn.’ Amanatullah squealed.

‘But as per the rules, game doesn’t end until one of the players is completely naked.’ Darshan answered Amanatullah but looked at Shehla.

‘Fine then. Here is my guess about you.’ She looked at Amanatullah for a second and gave him an assuring nod.

Then she looked at Darshan and said, ‘There is not even a single girl who had an unsatisfactory intercourse with you.’

Her husband knew that this time she had won. He poured tequila in all the three glasses. All three lifted their glasses.

‘This one for the size.’ She commented.

‘The glasses are too small for this toast.’ Amanatullah joked.

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