The Woman He Didn't Know

It had been three years since that night. A lot had happened since then, Brinda ma shifted her house and lived away from her husband. Rahul got out of the college, moved to Bangalore to pursue his Post Graduation and recently received a job offer abroad. Most devastating of all was my marriage, which began to tremble and fall apart.

Ravi and I had sex only once in the last three years. And that one time, I had to lie to get off the bed. The very next day I made up my mind and told him about the night, not everything, not even Rahul's name. He didn't ask me the details, either. It was supposed to help, but instead it only made everything worse.

I realized that the more I told him, the less comfortable I felt around him. So, I stopped there and started keeping a distance from him. It might be the constant guilt, or the fear that he would find out how good I had become, or entirely something else. I didn't know.

He suggested moving to a different place. It took me some time to get him out of that idea without another confession. We eventually settled on an idea of me pursuing an MBA.

After nine months of intense work, I got an admission at a private deemed university in Porur. The commute was a bit hectic, but otherwise I got comfortable with my independent daily routine.

Ravi somehow supported me through all this. Whenever he was in town, he would try to spend the weekends with me. It was another weekend, he was departing to Kolkata the next day. So we won't be able to meet for another month. As we got ready for the bed that night, he leaned closer and let his hand trace mine.

When I turned, I felt the warmth and longing in his eyes. As he leaned forward, I swiftly moved and pushed him away.

"I'm sorry," I said as I grabbed my hair. "I can't,"

"It's okay," he said softly. "It's okay. Take your time."

He picked his phone and went to the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I sat on the bed holding my head. I somehow felt more guilty whenever he treated me like that. He unintentionally urged me to confess more and kept me uncomfortable when I think about how badly I could hurt him.

I tried to get up and slowly walked to the bathroom. Through the gap, I could see him jerking off, bottom less. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

He immediately closed and hid the phone.

"It's okay," I said softly, keeping my eyes down. I went close, put a hand on his back and grabbed his manhood. I neither looked at it nor his eyes, instead I looked away as I jerked him off.

The entire moment was an awkward mess, but fortunately it didn't last long. Within a few minutes, he started groaning and burst all over the place.

I patiently waited for it to settle and wiped the remaining cum off.

"Thanks," he said, panting as he kissed my temple.

I nodded, strode out and washed my hands with the handwash before walking back to bed.

He took a shower and came to bed only after some time. He hummed softly as he climbed into bed and pulled up the blanket.

"Next time," I murdered without turning my head. "I promise."

"Sure," he said behind me and switched off the lights.

After he left the next day, I returned to my routine, college during the day and studying in the evening. Our phone conversations were much less awkward as we stopped with a few words, and it happened only three are four days per week.

One evening, after finishing a call with him, I was cooking dinner in my pyjamas when the doorbell rang. I turned off the stove, covered the pan, and walked to the door, peering through the peephole. No one.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open when a dark figure burst from the shadows. I jumped back as Rahul screamed inches from my face, laughing like a maniac.

Heart pounding, I swatted his chest and laughed along when he started tickling me. "Alright, alright," I said and when he stopped I leaned forward to give him a kiss, but he brought his hand in between, caught my mouth and planted kisses on my neck and chest instead.

He grabbed underneath and lifted me in the air, as I wrapped my hands around him and held tight. "Missed me?"

I did, but I didn't say it aloud.

He took me into the hall and put be on a couch next to a pile of books, "one second, my lady," he said, walked to the door, pulled his bag in and put the lock. He strode back to the couch, pushed the books, grabbed my pants and slid it off.

I spread my legs with one leg on him as he sat next to me. I immediately felt the pleasure as his finger trace between my outer lips.

"You are so wet," he commented and watched me blush. "Isn't your impotent hubby looking after you?"

I acted so fast. My hand landed on his cheek as I pulled away.

"Don't you dare talk about him," I said, leaving a gap between us.

His reflex was equally fast, his sudden grip seized my neck.

I was only saved by his phone.

He let me go and rubbed his reddened face as he attended the call.

I curled my legs up and buried my head and waited for him to finish.

"Wait there, I will call you back," he finally said and cut the call.

I put my legs down and reached forward, "I'm sorry."

"No," he said. "It was me."

I grabbed his face and climbed above him. "Look at my eyes," I said as I unbuttoned my shirt and cupped my breasts with his hands.

He finally giggled as I started dancing and twerking on his lap, "stop it."

"I know you like it," I said as I kept going.

"I want to talk to you about something."

"Mmm, Hmm...," I said. I thought he was going to tell about his job offer. He didn't know I was still talking to his mother.

"I told a friend about you," he said.

"Okay..." I said slightly surprised.

"He was very jealous."

"Of course," I kissed him in the neck and continued to dance.

"I just thought," he hesitated. "If we could invite him here."

I paused, "why?"

He moved his fingers through my thighs, "it would be a good experience for you."

It was totally abrupt, it was not him, something else was going on. I put my shirt buttons back and got off his lap, "how are your placements going?"

He stayed silent and then shrugged. "Good," his voice went down to the bottom.

"Tell me more," I said as I put my pants on.

"I'm attending some interviews," he said.

"And..."

He shrugged again.

Why is he not telling me, I thought as I sat beside him, "alright, tell me about Bangalore."

"It's good," he said again in a sad voice.

"What do you tell your friends about me," I said.

A tiny smile appeared on his lips, "not much."

"Do, you tell them that I'm married."

"No," he raised his eyebrow. "Why would I say that?"

To let them know that you are banging a slut, no, he wouldn't say that. "How is your friend?"

"Mmm," he swayed his hand. "You will like him."

"Tell me more."

He smiled and wrapped his hand around me, "You don't have to do that for me, I don't see you that way. Be yourself."

I smiled and gave a peck on his forehead, "thanks."

"Shall I call him," he said.

"What? Is he here?"

He raised his phone and waved it.

"No," I said, realizing he was actually serious. "Absolutely not."

"Alright," he said and held my hands. "Let's say we keep him blindfolded, he won't know you, nor where you live. Morning, he will be gone."

Had he just gone insane? My heart started to beat faster, "Rahul, this isn't good."

"Just stay back, relax," he said as he adjusted his pants. "I will get him."

"Rahul, no."

And then he opened the door and left.

I just sat there for a while, scratching my head, thinking how to handle this. Then I got up, grabbed my phone and keys, closed the door and left the house.

I climbed down the stairs instead of using the lift to avoid any possible encounter with them. I was so confused, why is he doing this? As I reached the parking lot and walked through the row of cars, I heard someone call my name in the distance.

I got scared and looked around as it echoed through the entire lot.

A hand came out of nowhere and grabbed me from behind and shushed me.

"Let me go," I whispered.

"The security would see you," he said.

"I don't care."

"He would also see me."

I stopped resisting and went with him.

Rahul walked me around, opened a nearby car and pushed me inside.

"You must be Shalini," a voice came from the front seat. "I'm Ashwin."

"Hi, Ashwin," I said.

Rahul came in and closed the door.

"He knows my name."

"You made me shout," Rahul said.

Ashwin shrugged, opened the door beside him and stepped out.

"What's he doing," I asked, before he got back in and joined us in the back seat.

"Better," he said.

"I don't think so," I said before he grabbed my hand and pressed his lips on mine.

A hand came from behind and went between my legs.

After a long minute, Ashwin let me go. "Do you want me to continue," he said as he grabbed my pants.

"Go ahead," Rahul said as he put his hand around my waist and helped him to pull me out.

His friend kissed me again, this time used his tongue, just a light touch, then he smiled and switched to soft.

Rahul took the keys from my hand and moved my leg to Ashwin.

I moved my face away when I heard the door open and close, "Where's he going?"

"He will be back," Ashwin promised and pushed me against the door.

"Where is he going," I asked again, this time in a desperate voice.

Ashwin opened my legs and buried his head inside. He used his tongue again, this time on my vagina. He went deeper as he scooped through my lips.

I grabbed the headrests on both sides and bit my lips to avoid screaming.

He made me curl and stretch, and when he raised his head, he immediately kissed me on the lips.

"Shall I continue," he said.

"I don't know," I replied, holding my head.

He handed me a condom he picked from his pant pocket and got up in the small space to remove his pants.

I grabbed his manhood in the darkness and helped him to roll the rubber over it. I jerked it off a little as he pulled my legs and made me lie on the seat. I slowly put it inside me before he thrust the entire thing.

I gasped.

He gave me a moment as he held it inside me.

"I need to say something," I said.

"You are married," he said as he unbuttoned my shirt and gave me another kiss. "It's okay."

Then he started pumping back and forth.

"Did," I tried to say it together. "Did he tell."

"I just know," he said as he kept going. He was extremely furious and was literally pushing himself for some reason. Within a few minutes, he was tired and was soaked in sweat.

When he tried to catch his breath, I got up and bend forward to blow him. I first wet the sides with my tongue before putting the thing in my mouth. I heard him grunting and howling as I sucked the dick out of him. And finally, I went too beyond, that I ended up choking and coughing.

"You alright," he said and rubbed my ear.

I nodded and reached up to give him a kiss, which he embraced without hesitation. I climbed above him as he sat down. Within few seconds after I put his dick in and started a dance, he reached the orgasm and slipped his dick out. He came so hard that his protection failed to contain the cum and spilled all on his car floor and door.

"Fuck," he cursed and dropped back.

I was about to finish it there but decided to stay in his warmth for a while longer as I leaned against his chest. "I don't want to see you again," I said softly.

He brushed my hair, "got it."

I tapped his chest and got up then, picked my pants in the darkness and put them on.

"I want to say you something," he said.

"I know," I said as I picked my shirt and phone. "He's moving abroad."

"How?"

"I just know," I said and got out of the car.

I rubbed my face and didn't look back as I walked home. I took the lift this time. When I reached, the door was open, his bag was gone. He had already left.