The Uncoupling - 1

Sofi, imagined with Stable Diffusion

A couple of weeks ago, I got an order for a commissioned story. I have done quite a few commissioned stories, and I have also talked about the overall theme of these stories. But never before today, have I published a commissioned story for everyone to read. When I was done with the story, this was aligned with the theme of After a Good Date so strongly, that I had to ask Sofi if I could publish her story.

This is being done, only after a discussion with the patron, because, after all, this story was meant for her eyes only.

This is a story about Sofi, a 30-year-old woman, who is engaged to Rahul. Their sex life is fine. But, fine isn’t great. This story starts after Sofi and Rahul attend a party organized by one of the Rahul’s friends, Manan (yes, Manan from Untying the Knots, and it was the kind of party that Untying the Knot is all about).

What follows next is Sofi’s journey to reclaim the parts of her desire that life had taken away from her. On the face of it, it is a story of adultery. But it’s much more than that. Sofi, doesn’t fuck other men because she not in love with her fiance, Rahul anymore.

Sofi, takes a work-trip to New York City. It was not meant to be a trip where she will sleep with men. It was supposed to be a break from the monotony of life — of going to work, coming home, fucking her Rahul, sleeping and repeating the same.

As you read this story, do not shy away from leaving a comment about what you think of Sofi. She will be reading all the comments. And from what I know about her, words are a big turn on for her. Wouldn’t you want her to touch herself as you tell her what you thought about the slutty things she did in this story?

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“Do you think I will look nice in this?” Sofi was in front of the mirror, with a red dress on her. She wasn’t wearing it. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything. Rahul, was behind her, in the bed, lounging, lazily scrolling through his phone. If he had looked up from the phone, he would have noticed her naked butt, her naked back, and the red dress, that she had on her body.

“You look great in everything,” Rahul said, without looking up.

Sofi looked at his reflection on the mirror. She sighed. If only he had looked up, if only he had given her the sliver of attention that she was asking for. She put the dress on the bed, and picked up her lingerie.

As she dressed herself, she wondered why were they even going to this party. Rahul’s friend, Manan had invited them, for a house party. It was supposed to be a couples’ only party. They were supposed to be there in about an hour. Rahul was already dressed up in his jeans and a polo neck tee shirt, browsing through the phone, doing whatever he liked doing.

And there, Sofi stood, clasping her bra, and then slipping on a red dress, to look attractive while walking beside Rahul.

“You guys look so good together,” her friends have said in the past.

They did look good together. Sofi and Rahul, had been together for a couple of years by then. In fact, they will be together for the rest of their lives. Rahul had proposed to her three months ago, their wedding was planned to be later that year.

For two 30 year olds, Rahul and Sofi looked hot. Especially, given the fact that they didn’t go out of their way to do anything to stay hot. Sofi watched what she ate, and Rahul was one of those guys who never out on weight. He didn’t have any muscles. Sofi knew, because, she had seen him naked countless times.

When he would be on top of her, doing her in the missionary, Sofi would feel his belly. It was soft, and his thighs, though with no fat, didn’t have the muscles to fuck her the way she wanted.

She knew that when they would be back from the party, before sleeping, Rahul will push her night dress up, and will climb on top of her. He would touch her before he did that, so that she was wet. Rahul had a way with his fingers, something that Sofi had liked from the very first time they were together.

He would touch her till she was wet enough, and then he would enter her. He would fuck her, grunt and groan. Sofi would look at his face. And right when she would start feeling the little sparks of pleasure, right after her mouth would go slack from pleasure, Rahul will pull out his dick, and cum on her belly.

He wasn’t selfish, because, after he finished cumming, he would make it a point to touch her till she came. She always came before she slept, but she didn’t want to cum that way. She wanted something more, something more than her clit being flicked, with a belly glazed with her fiancee’s cum.

”How far out are we?” Sofi asked the Uber driver.

“10 mins madam,” he said.

Sofi sighed. She adjusted her hair. The red dress she was wearing, didn’t have the deepest of necklines, but it was deep enough to show a generous chunk of her cleavage.

The Uber made its way through the thrumming heart of Bombay, illuminating Sofi’s figure in the passing city lights. At 30 years old, Sofi had a subtle charm about her. She wasn’t what society typically described as voluptuous, but she bore her slender form with an elegance that few could match. Her red dress accentuated the softness of her shoulders, drawing attention to the bare expanse of her arms and the vulnerability of her exposed armpits.

The dress, despite not being too revealing, hinted at the small swell of her breasts, which were modestly proportioned. It did not matter to her if they weren’t ample; she wore them with a grace that spoke volumes about her self-assuredness. The neckline plunged just enough to expose a generous glimpse of her cleavage, leaving a trail for curious eyes to explore but not too much to make them linger.

The dress wrapped around her svelte body tightly, its smooth fabric following the contours of her flat belly down to her hips, before flowing down to her knees. Her legs, slender and shapely, peeked out from the dress, their skin glowing against the fabric, hinting at the lack of curves, yet evoking an intimate appeal that was hard to miss.

As for accessories, Sofi chose simplicity over ostentation. A thin gold chain around her neck, a pair of delicate pearl earrings, a bracelet adorning her slender wrist, and a small clutch to match her dress. Her hair was styled in a simple updo, loose strands framing her face, giving her a somewhat dreamy look. Her makeup was minimal, with a dash of lipstick that matched the color of her dress.

Rahul sat next to her, his attention diverted towards the city lights that sped by outside the window. He held her hand loosely, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. It was a comfortable silence, not awkward, but it also spoke volumes about their relationship: a love that was real, but somewhat lackluster, mirroring the vanilla nature of their intimacy.

They were heading to a party hosted by Manan, a friend of Rahul’s. A party, they didn’t know, that would possibly blur the boundaries of conventional relationships, a party where people sought physical satisfaction more than socializing, a party where the guests wore a facade of politeness, hiding a carnal desire underneath. Little did they know, their lives were about to undergo an upheaval, the likes of which neither of them could have ever anticipated.

Sofi, imagined with Stable Diffusion

The morning after the party was weird, to say the least. They had left from Manan’s party around 12 AM. They were quiet all along, each thinking of the things that they saw in the party. They had changed, and when it was time for bed, Sofi had expected Rahul to fuck her. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned to the other side, and had tried to sleep.

It was a Saturday, the next morning. Both Sofi and Rahul didn’t have to go to work on weekends. They had two places, but Sofi preferred staying over at Rahul’s place. It made things easier, it’s also something that their friends liked, “You guys are so lucky that you are getting to live together before getting married. I wish my parents were this chill.”

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Sometimes, Sofi thought it was because of all the good things that people said about her relationship with Rahul that made things worse. On the face of it, things were great. Rahul and Sofi, were in love. They were engaged. They had really good jobs, and they both looked pretty, and every one expected them to make beautiful babies when they were married.

But there were problems.

Sofi had made the coffee, and was waiting for Rahul to finish his ablutions, to make a light breakfast and talk about last night.

Last night was surreal, to say the least. There were things that Sofi didn’t expect to see, the things, that she didn’t know Rahul would see too. And yet, they had simply sat on the couch, with their drink in the hand.

“You took long enough,” Sofi said, when Rahul came to the kitchen.

Rahul smiled, while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

When he was seated, and took out his phone, Sofi asked him, “So, aren’t we going to talk about last night?”

Rahul looked up, almost surprised that Sofi wanted to talk about it.

“I…uh…” he kept the phone away before continuing, “I had only heard rumors about the party. I didn’t expect the rumors to be exactly true.”

“What?” Sofi’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, I mean, I had heard that — ”

“You knew that it was a swingers party?” Sofi leaned on the table. She was still wearing her night dress, with a tie around. The tie around was loose, which meant as she leaned over, the dress’s chest opened up, exposing much of her breasts, and even the areola of one of her breasts.

Rahul’s eyes wandered there for a bit, before looking up.

“Like I said, I did not know it for sure. I — ”

“But you should have told me about it before we left!”

When Sofi and Rahul reached at the party, it seemed like a usual party. The flat was posh, at the 21st floor of a high-rise in Worli. Rahul had said that the party was at a friend of Manan’s. Whoever that friend was, they had done well for themselves. It was a relatively small party, with a total of 8 people including Sofi and Rahul.

The first thing that felt odd, was when Manan introduced them to his girlfriend, Ishita. Sofi saw how her hand lingered over Rahul’s shoulder when she handed him a drink, how their were longer than necessary eye contacts between Ishita and her. She didn’t think much of it, until she was at the couch with her fiancee, and noticed a couple making out in the balcony.

It was Ishita, but the guy whom she was kissing wasn’t Manan, because Manan, was sitting beside Sofi, smoking his cigarette and sipping his whisky. When he had sat down, she had observed that he had sat a little to close to her, his thighs touching hers. They were talking about inane things, when Sofi noticed it. She looked at Ishita and the guy and then to Manan.

Manan, gave her a lazy smile, and nudged her thigh with his. Rahul for his part, was transfixed at another couple in front of him. They were dancing together, the guy slipping his hand inside the girl’s tee shirt, their crotches rubbing together. They were fully clothed, but it didn’t seem that they will stay that way for long. Sofi had taken a large swig of her vodka and watched the couple herself.

Manan was simply talking with her, when he had put his hand on her thigh. It was casual, but his hand rested there far too long than it was necessary. She had looked at Manan, her face not agreeing with what she was feeling. She didn’t want him to take his hand off, but her face was stern.

Manan had simply smiled, and said, “I would go for a refill and maybe check-up on my girlfriend.”

When she had turned around, she had seen Rahul looking at her. Sofi’s heart was racing, after being touched that way in front of her fiancee. She had done the right thing, but the entire vibe of the room, was opposite of what she did. Also, she didn’t want to say no to Manan.

Manan had joined the Ishita and the guy in the balcony. He was behind her, kissing her neck, while the other guy kissed her lips. Manan cupped her breasts, and rubbed his crotch against Ishita’s. It was hot to see that play out. Sofi had shifted in the sofa, and checked if her dress hadn’t ridden up. She squeezed her legs together, because she was getting wet.

She had looked at Rahul again, who had only said, “I’ll book an Uber.”

Sofi and Rahul spent rest of the Saturday doing the things they did — the chores around the house, shopping groceries online, and the afternoon sex.

It was different that sex. Sofi didn’t keep her eyes open. She closed her eyes, and her mind kept going back to that hand on her thigh, a hand that was not her fiancee’s. It was of a man, whose girlfriend was being kissed by another guy in the balcony, in front of his eyes.

As Rahul fucked her, on top of her, grunting and panting, she imagined herself to be in the balcony. Between two strange men, being groped, feeling how hard she made both of those men.

That afternoon, Rahul was being adventurous, and more deliberate. He didn’t finish cumming right away. In fact, he did the only other way he fucked her — he pulled her to the edge of the bed, held her legs apart and fucked her.

That way Rahul penetrated her deeper. Sofi enjoyed being fucked that way, she enjoyed being handled that way. She wished she could tell Rahul to fuck her that way often. But they weren’t that kind of couple. They were the kind of couple, who would come back from swingers’ party, without cumming even once.

After Rahul came, he started touching her. Sofi, let her imagination run wild. She imagined Manan with herself. She imagined his dick inside her. It’s been so long since she had anyone else’s dick inside her, she forgot how the novelty of it felt like.

After she came that time, and the reality set in, she felt sad. Depressed is the word. Rahul was beside her, naked, and under the sheet, with his eyes closed, still catching his breath. Sofi, who was naked under the sheet, touched her pussy, still raw from cumming and thought of something.

She needed a break from the monotony.

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On the following Wednesday, she called Rahul from work.

“Something has come up. I will have to leave for New York in a couple of weeks. They are sorting out the visa thing, but I will have to be there for this quarter,” she told him.

“Oh! That’s quite sudden,” he said.

Sofi was outside her office, smoking a cigarette while she made the call. It was all of a sudden. And it was a lie.

“You should come over too, maybe when I am settled in, after a couple of weeks.

“Okay, let’s talk about it when we are home. I have to go for a meeting now,” he said.

“Bye. Love you,”

“Love you too,” Rahul disconnected the call.

She was done with her cigarette by then. She went to the cigarette shop nearby and asked for another.

On her way to New York City, she had a 3 hour layover at Berlin. She had texted Rahul that she had landed and was waiting for her connecting flight. To kill the time, she had found the smoking lounge.

Sofi had dressed comfortably for the flight, a pair of loose jeans, a tee shirt. In the smoking lounge, she was the only woman. She found a kiosk at the far end, took out a cigarette, and lit it with the electrical lighter, and puffed at her cigarette.

She was resting her elbow against the kiosk, looking at the glass door entrance when a group of 20-somethings walked in. They spoke in a language that Sofi didn’t understand. She knew a bit of German, and it was certainly not German. All of the three men in the group were tall, almost a foot above Sofi (she was 5'4" herself).

It was the guy in the middle of the group was the first too see her. Sofi would usually look away, especially when she was in Bombay. But there, in transit, in the smoking lounge, she didn’t look away. Neither did that guy.

He was the first to smile at her. At that point Sofi looked away, but she made sure she smiled too, wide enough for him to see.

She took out her phone and was scrolling through the messages that Rahul had sent her, when she heard the group of men laughing. She looked at them, and found the man from earlier, looking at her. He had a smile on her face, probably from whatever stupid joke that 20-somethings laugh about. But, Sofi, smiled again, and went back to scrolling.

She was done with her cigarette. She could have left, but she still had an hour or so left before she had to worry about boarding. So, she took out another cigarette, and went to light it.

The cigarette lighter was near these men. When she started walking toward them, the group suddenly felt silent. Sofi was fully clothed, the clothes didn’t highlight any of the best features of her body. She was in fact wearing a jacket, with barely any of her bust visible to them, and yet, when the three men turned toward her, she felt the energy in the smoking lounge shift.

When they realized that she only wanted to use the lighter, they all moved away, to make space for her. Except that guy.

He stood his ground, inches away from Sofi, as she leaned over and lit the cigarette.

Sofi felt a thrill of adrenaline as she felt his gaze trailing down her body. Even though she was fully clothed, and her clothing left much to the imagination, the intensity of his gaze was palpable. There was something raw, something animalistic about it. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Rahul, her fiancé, was more subtle in his admiration. With him, the thrill was one of familiarity, one of safety and understanding. Even when he fucked her, it was in a way she was familiar with. She knew how his dick felt inside her, she knew when he was about to cum, she knew the face he made when he was about to cum.

But this was different. This man’s eyes felt like they were peeling layers off her, and there was something thrilling about it. She wasn’t one to invite stares, but today, she let herself bask in the unexpected attention.

The stranger’s gaze lingered longer than appropriate, yet not long enough to make her uncomfortable. It was a look that held just the right amount of desire and admiration, making her feel desired in a way that was both disarming and empowering.

Feeling the warmth creep up to her cheeks, Sofi dragged on her cigarette, the ember glowing bright against the dimmed lighting of the lounge. She saw the stranger’s gaze flicker towards her lips momentarily before returning to meet her eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

The moment was fleeting yet it made her pussy moist, a sense of excitement she hadn’t felt in a while. It was as if she was the protagonist in a forbidden story, where every look, every glance held a secret promise.

She turned to leave, the heat of the man’s stare still lingering on her skin. And as she walked away, she felt a sense of satisfaction. It was not often that she felt this level of attention, this level of raw, unfiltered desire.

She looked down at her cigarette, watching the smoke waft up into the air, her heart beating a rhythm that felt new and yet familiar. A strange sense of exhilaration rushed through her veins, invigorating her. 

After she finished her cigarette, when she was leaving, she could feel his gaze following her, that sense of being desired still lingering. She smiled to herself. She will not see that man ever again in her life. Maybe he will reach his hotel and jerk himself off thinking about her. Maybe, he will tell her friends who were not here, that he fucked her. Maybe, he will tell his friends that she moaned like a dirty slut and begged him to cum inside her.

Sofi took a deep breath, taking in the smoke in the lounge one last time, before heading to her gate.

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The first few weeks in NYC were a blur. When she had told Rahul about the trip, she left out the part that it was she who requested the assignment. It was her who had gone out of her way to find an open position in a project, something that she could have done while sitting in Bombay. But she wanted to be away. There were things that were too familiar about the city, too familiar and too traditional about her life in Bombay. Things that were too familiar in the bedroom.

New York City, with its skyscrapers standing tall and the hustle-bustle of people rushing about, was a different kind of rush from Bombay. Sofi’s office was located in the heart of Manhattan, in a high-rise building near Times Square.

Her firm had arranged accommodation for her in Astoria, Queens — a quaint neighborhood with a lively spirit. The flat, though small, had everything she needed and was conveniently located near the subway station. She was just a few stops away from the vibrant heart of the city, a fact she relished as she slowly adjusted to her new surroundings.

In the initial weeks, she formed a group with some colleagues from her firm. They often went out for dinner, discovering the culinary delights of the city, from the ethnic enclave of Little Italy to the vibrant streets of Chinatown. The city was a melting pot of cultures and cuisines, offering her a world of experiences right at her doorstep.

As time passed, Sofi found herself yearning for more personal experiences. She wanted to explore the city on her terms. She wanted to enjoy New York City, not just as a visitor.

The city that never sleeps had so much to offer. She found herself strolling through the charming streets of the West Village, exploring art at the Metropolitan Museum, taking a stroll in Central Park, and admiring the grandeur of the Brooklyn Bridge. The more she saw, the more she fell in love with the city.

Slowly, a pattern began to emerge. Sofi realized that she found more joy exploring the city alone, particularly on Saturday evenings. She loved the freedom that came with being anonymous, especially knowing that there was no one waiting for her back at place, to mount her and cum over her.

And going to places alone, also made that she got a lot more attention. Men looked at her, sometimes together in groups. She had changed the way she dressed. When it was not too cold, she would walk around in the tightest jeans that she could find, and a top with a plunging neckline. She wore the kinds of bra which were more flattering with her bust. She had cut her hair shorter, and let them loose.

It was around the time when she had decided to color her hair a light brown. With her complexion, it made her face stand out a little more than it already did. 

For all the city had to offer, her favorite was to hangout alone was at bars.

There was something exciting about the idea of sitting alone at a bar, sipping a drink, and watching the world go by. She would have men walk up to her and ask her if they could buy her a drink. She would say no to most, but sometimes, just to keep things interesting, she would say ‘yes’ to the next man that asked her. It was always amusing to see the expression of the men whom she turned down.

They would buy her a drink, they would try to be charming. Men of all ethnicity, men that looked all the different ways. Some were bald, some where fat, some were obnoxious. It had started to get a repetitive for Sofi. She never took any of these guys to her place. It seemed like harmless flirting to her, a simple thing that she did for a kick.

Until she met, Sean.

Sofi, imagined with Stable Diffusion

The evening she met Sean, she was a skirt and a shirt. It was cold outside, but she had taken off her coat, while inside the bar. She was wearing a sleeveless collared shirt. The shirt, unlike most of the things she owned back in Bombay, had an enticing neckline, and the sleeveless shirt meant her shoulders, which she took a pride in, were in display.

Sean wasn’t the first guy to offer her to buy a drink. In fact, it was late, close to 10 PM, when Sean had walked up to her.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he had asked.

Sofi was on her fourth glass of vodka by then, a little tipsy. She was looking down at the drink, casually playing with onion rings as she heard Sean ask her the question.

She had looked up with the intentions to say no. But when Sofi looked up at Sean, she was struck by his charming demeanor. His height was the first thing that caught her eye; he towered over her, creating an intriguing shadow. His broad shoulders were evident even under the casual shirt he was wearing, giving him an air of strength and confidence. His thick brown hair, tousled just right, added a playful touch to his overall mature appearance.

His eyes, a vibrant shade of blue, had a sparkle to them that drew her in. There was a depth to his gaze that held her, a twinkle that suggested he was someone with a story. When he smiled, his eyes lit up and Sofi couldn’t help but reciprocate with a small smile of her own.

The couple of undone buttons on his shirt revealed a hint of chest hair, a sign of raw masculinity that was oddly appealing to her. Most of the men who approached her were meticulously groomed, clean-shaven and overly styled. But Sean, he was different. There was an unpretentious charm about him that Sofi found refreshing.

“Sure,” Sofi found herself saying.

Sean nodded and smiled a charming smile. He went to the bar and said something pointing at her. The bartender nodded. As he waited at the bar, he looked back at her, with one elbow on the bar table and another inside his pocket. He smiled at her again, and she smiled back. She sipped the last of her drink, the last sip of a drink by another admirer.

He came with two drinks in his hand, a neat vodka for her and a neat whisky for himself.

Unlike the other countless men she had sat down with in the city, Sean decided to sit beside her. Sofi scooted over to make space for him.

He gave her the drink, and smiled.

He raised his glass, and she hers. They clinked their glasses slightly. This wasn’t alien to Sofi.

All the men she has allowed to buy her a drink, she has flirted with them generously.

She would lean over, squeeze her breasts together. She will laugh louder than it was needed. But, all those men were sitting across her. With Sean, right beside her, with his faint cologne in her nose, Sofi, already felt a little different.

The only bit of flirting she did was hold eye contact longer than she should have when they clinked their glasses.

“I am Sean,” he said, after keeping his glass down.

“Sofi,” she said.

“So, Sofi, what are you up to here in the city?”

“Around of a couple of months. Am here on a work trip.”

He smiled, “You don’t look like you are dressed for a work trip.”

Sofi laughed, “Why? How should have I dressed for work?”

“Maybe less of this,” he said, running a finger over her bare arm.

Sofi watched him do that. It wasn’t the politest thing to say. But the way he said it, the way his voice played, while he said it, mesmerized Sofi. She watched his finger touch her bare arm.

When she looked up, he was looking at her. He broke the eye contact only to sip his drink.

Sofi was about to say something, when her phone buzzed. It was morning in India. It was the time when Rahul called.

When the phone’s screen was glowing, both she and Sean looked at it in unison. Rahul’s name flashed across the screen, along with his contact picture, which was a picture of Rahul and Sofi together, with Sofi’s arms around him.

“Maybe you have to take this?” Sean said, not looking away from the phone.

“No, it’s fine,” Sofi stopped the vibration of the phone and turned its face down. As she did that, she felt a shiver run her spine. She has received Rahul’s calls in the past, while she was out at the bar. She had received those calls, sometimes in front of the men who were hitting on her, flirting with her, telling her that they didn’t live far away.

But none of them had seen the contact picture. None of them had the hint that she already had a man back home.

“So, the boyfriend?” Sean said, with a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

Sofi took a deep breath and said, “No, fiance.”

“Woah,” Sean said. Sofi could feel his body shift away a little. That’s not what she wanted. She liked his body near her, even though none of their body was touching each other.

Sofi didn’t know how to react to that. On this side of the Atlantic, she had never had to worry about a man pulling away from her, especially when he was sitting right next to him.

“He’s in India,” she said.

“Oh,” Sean sipped his whisky, fidgeting with his phone.

Desperate, Sofi lied.

“He’s okay with me seeing other men.”

Sean turned toward her. He looked at her face, and then he lowered his gaze to her breasts. She could feel the intensity of his gaze on her breasts. She almost blushed, and it was not easy to make Sofi blush.

“He’s okay with everything?” Sean asked.

“Yeah…” Sofi said, less convincing that time.

Right at that moment she felt his hand on her knee. She looked down, and saw his hand resting on her knee, close to the hem of her skirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Without waiting for her to answer, in the bar, under the table, Sean started sliding his hand past the hem of her skirt.

“Will he be okay, if I touched you here?” he said, as his hand reached the insides of her thigh.

Sofi’s breath hitched. His hand felt cold against the warm skin of her inner thigh. Maybe at that point she should have picked up the phone. Because the phone was buzzing again. Maybe at that moment she should have told Sean to stop. Maybe she should have told Rahul about her desires, maybe she should have told him that she felt that their sex and their entire relationship seemed too cold to her.

But instead, she kept quiet, as a white man she had met only 10 mins ago, kept sliding his hand deeper inside her thigh.

Sofi quickly glanced around the bar, trying to see if anyone was noticing that. Was anybody seeing that she was letting it happen to her? Could anybody see that Sean’s hand was already halfway inside her thigh, and inching closer to her pussy.

And her pussy, God her pussy felt that it was on fire. She had thought that she would feel guilty of this. Maybe she should have.

But the phone kept buzzing, and Sean kept sliding his hand deeper inside Sofi’s skirt.

He squeezed her thigh, so hard that she winced, more out of surprise than from pain.

Sean chuckled.

The phone started buzzing again. Sean and Sofi both looked at it, and right then Sofi felt it. She felt his finger on her crotch. With his finger, Sean was trying to find where her pussy was. And in the process, he brushed past her clit, and then slowly, in circular motion he kept going round her pussy, all through the fabric of her underwear.

It felt so good that Sofi instinctively spread her legs. And right then, the phone buzzed again. Rahul was a persistent caller. Sofi should have answered the phone the first time.

Sean increased the pressure on her pussy, making it deliberately clear that in that moment, all that should matter to Sofi was her pussy being rubbed through her panty, in the middle of a bar, where she had come alone, wearing a deep neckline shirt, and had let Sean, among other men buy her a drink.

But there was something else.

“Maybe, he simply wants to join in on the fun,” Sean said.

And in a flash, he took his hand out of her skirt, got hold of her phone, and brought it inside her skirt.

“What are you — ” Sofi couldn’t finish the sentence, because her mouth went slack.

Maybe it was the alcohol which made the absurdity of the whole scene pass.

Sean, instead of his finger, pressed the phone, which was vibrating because her fiance was calling her. Sofi gasped, grabbing the edge of the table, as she felt the sudden mechanical vibration of her phone against her pussy.

Under the pulsing lights of the bar, the rest of the world faded away. All Sofi could focus on was the persistent hum of the phone against her, the peculiar but thrilling sensation that was sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

With every ring, every buzz against her throbbing center, she could feel her breath hitching, her heart pounding. It was like a jolt of electricity each time, shooting sparks through her nerves. Her fingers clenched onto the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

Sean was right there beside her, an all-too-pleased smirk playing on his lips as he watched her writhe under his touch. His eyes were intent, his gaze almost predatory, as he observed each flicker of pleasure cross her face.

When the phone abruptly stopped vibrating, Sofi’s eyes snapped open, a frustrated gasp escaping her lips. She looked at Sean, her breaths coming out in short, ragged bursts, her body craving for more of the bizarre pleasure that he was giving her.

Before she could voice her irritation, the phone vibrated again. A chuckle rumbled from Sean’s chest, his eyes meeting hers, a spark of mischief dancing in them. The phone resumed its teasing journey, the vibrations causing Sofi to arch her back, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Simultaneously, Sean leaned closer, his hot breath fanning against her neck as his lips trailed a path of kisses from her shoulder to her jaw. The added sensation, combined with the relentless buzzing against her, was overwhelming, dizzying. It was a dangerous game they were playing, but Sofi was too far gone to stop now.

With each passing second, she could feel herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Her mind was hazy, her body trembling under the persistent assault of pleasure. And then, she was there, teetering on the brink.

As her orgasm hit, Sofi’s legs shook, her grip on the edge of the table tightening. A soft gasp left her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The world around her was spinning, but all she could feel was the delicious afterglow that left her breathless.

As the last ring of the phone died down, Sofi slumped back against her seat, her cheeks flushed and her breathing labored. Sean pulled the phone away and placed it on the table, a satisfied grin on his face.

For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound being Sofi’s erratic breaths and the low hum of conversation around them. People turned their heads towards them, drawn by Sofi’s soft moans, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel embarrassed.

Instead, she looked at Sean, her eyes meeting his twinkling blue ones. Her lips parted, a breathless giggle escaping her. “You’re crazy,” she managed to say, a shaky hand reaching for her drink. As she took a sip, she could feel Sean’s gaze on her, a warmth spreading through her body, replacing the cool touch of the phone.

With a lingering glance at Sean, she picked up her phone. The screen lit up, displaying multiple missed calls from Rahul.

She had just experienced an intense orgasm in a crowded bar, with a man she barely knew, while her fiancé’s calls acted as the source of her pleasure. It was a moment of sweet insanity, a moment that Sofi knew would be etched in her memory forever.

And for the first time in months, she felt alive. She felt desired. And she knew, this was just the beginning of her journey into uncharted territory.

Riding on the waves of her just-concluded orgasm, Sofi felt a renewed sense of vitality. It was as though she’d awoken from a long, monotonous dream, and for the first time, was seeing the world in vivid color.

The bar suddenly seemed more alive — the clinking glasses, the low hum of conversations, the faint aroma of alcohol — it was all intoxicating. And sitting right beside her was Sean, the catalyst to her newfound freedom. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the bar, a predatory satisfaction etched onto his features.

A slow, heady smile spread across her face as she met his gaze. He grinned back at her, a silent communication passing between them. There was an unspoken agreement — they were both game for whatever came next.

And then, she said something that she will change things for her and Rahul, “I don’t live very far away. My fiance must be worried that I wasn’t home yet. Maybe we should head home, and I should let him know that I am home?”

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