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The rejection of Sangeeta part 2


Author; Storyace, [Aceinthe_hole]

Title; The rejection of Sangeeta [part 2]

Part 2 of 2

Summary; A call from London; Sangeeta wants him back. So begins
Joey's sexual

odyssey as he tries to find his way to her.

Keywords;  M/F M/F/F, interrac, old/young


 You may want to read The rejection of Sangeeta part 1 first;
http://www.asstr.org/~aceinthe_hole/Rejection%20of%20Sangeeta%201
.htm








"I was angry with myself for falling in love with Joey.

I knew better, but I'd stayed there anyway, a glutton for
punishment.

He was a sweet boy, enthusiastic like a puppy, and as
irresistible.

He was good fun in bed [if a bit inexperienced], and nice to talk
to as well; but I mean, come on! He was a car mechanic. He lived
with his parents. He had dreams of better things, but even those
were far below my expectations.

I took the train into town and waited at my flat for Harry.

I knew he would be angry with me for staying away for a month;
he'd want all the details. He'd want to belittle my affair, make
fun of my poor American boyfriend.



The last thing I wanted was sex, but I knew it would be the first
thing Harry would want. He might be old, but he always was a
horny bastard.

Four hours after my plane had landed, so had Harry. He had me on
my back and he was giving me a proper seeing to.

It was alright; I'd chosen to come back to him, I knew the score.
It was oddly comforting to have his familiar body on top of me
again, to feel his big cock naked inside me as he pumped away.

Because then I knew my worth; his penis in my body was like a
signed contract between us, it meant he accepted me back. I was
his fancy woman, he was my sugar daddy.

I held him tightly, enjoying the feeling of security I got from
the knowledge that my lover was wealthy and would take care of
me. I concentrated on his cock, letting the sensation of it push
out the memory of my cute but poor Joey.

Harry never used a condom. I felt his semen squirting into me as
his body stiffened and jerked. I didn't come, but that was ok. It
would take a bit of time.



Later, we went out. I was back in my familiar role, dressed up in
one of my tight little dresses with stockings and a suspender
belt but no knickers on, giving strangers the occasional flash as
Harry talked to some friend of his about a stock deal.

I danced with Claire, a gorgeous blond who was a kept woman like
me. We got sexy together on the dance floor, running our fingers
over each other.

I did it with a woman in two of the videos I was in, and
sometimes I thought I wouldn't mind having a go for real, just to
try it. We kissed, but it was just for the show, to make our guys
pay attention to us.

We sat down and Harry kissed me hard as he grabbed my ass.

"I've missed you." He said.

I stuck my tongue in his mouth so I wouldn't have to tell him I
hadn't missed him much at all.

Harry was a handsome man. He'd probably been better looking than
Joey when he was a bit younger. He had a big cock. I sat in the
club, part of the scene, trying to make myself want to be there
again.



Nothing seemed to work. I kept thinking of America, not just of
Joey but the whole family and especially the baby. I'd so enjoyed
caring for her.

Harry used to pester me from time to time to swap partners with
one of his friends, and I finally agreed, thinking that having it
off with a different guy might help me get over my silly
emotions.



Henry was really good looking; tall and blond, blue eyed, lean,
strong. He was rich too, old money blue blood type.

We all met for dinner, and then we went back to Henry's town
house. It was a lovely 3 story brick building full of antiques
and fine expensive things; the sort of place I dreamed of being
part of.

His girlfriend was a young Thai woman who didn't say much. She
went upstairs with Harry, I went with Henry after a little while.

I felt a bit numb about everything. I wanted to enjoy myself, I
should have been enjoying myself, but I couldn't quite tell
whether I was or not.

Henry seemed decent enough. He was in his late 20's I guessed,
with clear milky white skin. I let him kiss me, I let him undress
me too.

I pulled on his cock as he ran his fingers over me. It was nice,
and his thing was exceptional; thick, long and straight.

I moved down to suck him, and that big cock in my mouth finally
forced my mind to relax. It was good; the powerful young
masculinity filled my head and pushed away my silly emotional
funk.

I rolled onto my back after a while and spread my legs. He smiled
at me and I smiled back. He put on a condom and climbed aboard.

It felt good going in; why shouldn't it? He was young, good
looking, and rich. He was everything I ever wanted, even if it
was only for a night.

I relaxed on the big soft bed as Henry banged me expertly. He was
really good for a young guy, better than Joey I thought.

But even then, I couldn't seem to forget that American car
mechanic. Even as I was doing it with a member of the British
nobility in a London mansion.

I grabbed at his ass and bucked upwards to meet his strokes,
crushing my full brown tits against his smooth wide chest. I had
to come... I thought if I could just have a good orgasm or two,
that would surely do the trick.

Henry's big hard cock rammed deep into me, his handsome young
face grinned, and I managed to come in his strong arms.



In the morning the Thai woman, Privathi, brought up breakfast in
bed.

"Where's Harry?" I asked her.

"He had to go home to his wife." She said, getting into bed with
us.

Henry got up to take a shower, and I got talking to his
girlfriend. She wasn't as stupid as I'd thought at first. She
cuddled up with me under the covers, which was odd but nice.

I felt her hand on my thigh. It didn't go anywhere, it just
stayed there as she told me a little bit about herself.

 I kissed her impulsively, and she responded.

She was a small thing, but pretty. Maybe an affair with a woman
would make me feel better I was thinking suddenly. She had such
fine smooth skin...

Our bodies came together, our arms wrapping around each other.
There was something familiar about her, she was so much like me;
Asian, a poor girl in a rich man's house. I wondered if he paid
her, if she was like a servant, or more like a mistress /
girlfriend.

I didn't mind either way. At that moment, I was just enjoying her
kiss.

There was something honest about it. We weren't doing it to
please anyone else, it wasn't a game. It was spontaneous, sweet,
and somehow pure.

There was no hard cock, no body hair, no abrasiveness. She was as
feminine as I was, maybe even more feminine.

Her touch was the most striking thing; so gentle, so soft. I'd
never been touched like that before.

It was the most exciting thing to happen to me for ages, finding
myself in this plush expensive house making love with this lovely
creature. I felt myself relaxing, the tension and conflict
slipping away.

"You are so beautiful, but so sad." She whispered.

"So are you." I whispered back.

There could be pleasure between us, but I didn't think I could
come without a cock, without a gruff huffing hairy man to ram it
up my middle; but that was ok. I could enjoy sex without actually
having an orgasm. I often didn't come with Harry, and I wasn't
bothered by it.

I looked up to see Henry standing next to the bed, with his big
penis stiff in his hand.

I was slightly disappointed; but it was his bed and his house, so
I didn't complain when he got in with us.

I did threesomes in the movies, but that was different; it wasn't
real.

I mean, we did it, but not because we wanted to, because it was
our job. It was all about genitals, that was where the camera
always was. No one even bothered to pretend we had any interest
in each other.

It was different with Henry and Privati. It was about hands,
legs, backs. It was about touch and sensuality.

But Henry did have that expectant penis...

I lay on my back with my head between Privati's firm little
breasts as she stroked my face with her fingertips and her cute
rich boyfriend got into position, put his big stiff cock against
me, and proceeded to penetrate.

The odd thing was, I wasn't particularly interested. I should
have been; he was just what I'd always wanted, and more. I tried
to get into it, I wanted to get into it, I wanted to want him.

But I just didn't.

His big young cock was alright, it felt fine as he slid it in. I
held him tightly and worked on enjoying myself, but I just kept
thinking of damn Joey again.

I cursed myself for a fool; Henry was perfect in every way, and
all I could think of was a homeless loser thousands of miles from
where I wanted to be.

I looked at Henry as he gave it to me, grunting and heaving, his
cock massaging my insides. I did a fair job of pretending it was
the greatest fuck of my life, just to be polite.

I didn't mind him having his fun. I was kind of flattered I
guess, but I just wasn't interested in him just then. I wished he
would just pop him cork and be done.

He pulled out and I rolled over, so I could look at and kiss
Privathi while he did it to me from behind; that was better; I
was quite attracted to her, which was pretty strange and exciting
to me, since I'd never even considered having a woman as a lover
until then. It was kinky to lie on top of her and ignore Henry as
he humped me from behind. I

Looked into her slanty brown eyes and wondered what was behind
them; was she a prostitute? Her skin so soft and smooth, her
hands so sensual, her mouth well defined and sexy. I kissed her,
and I came.

Henry pulled out again and lay on his back while I kissed him for
a while and Privathi sucked his big cock.

I wanted to be alone with Privathi again. There was something
between us that had stopped when Henry and his ready cock got
into bed with us.

So I took over and sucked him until he came in my mouth. Even
though I wasn't into Henry, I love to do that to guys; I feel in
control of a guy when I have his hard cock in my mouth. I know he
won't be going anywhere until I'm through. I like it when they
come; all helpless and sweet, but harmless. As if I sucked the
strength and power right out, leaving them empty and useless.

I was happy when he left, and we could take a peaceful bath
together. We washed each other's hair, we dried up and went back
to bed. We talked... we fondled each other too, but the main
thing we did was just talk. It was really nice, so much more
intimate than I'd ever gotten with a man somehow.

"I really like Joey, but how could I be happy with a man like
that?" I asked her.

"You mean poor?"

"Yes. At least he's young though, he has head hair."

"I don't mind older men as lovers." Privathi said as I sucked her
stiff nipple experimentally, kneading her tight breast gently in
my hands. "I've been with men even older than your Harry; they
were all sweet and considerate, and sometimes even very good
lovers. But I wouldn't want to live with an old man."

"Why not? If he was rich?"

"You put too much importance on money." she said, "An old man is
like an old car, good fun while still in working order, but you
know he will break down soon. And then you'll be stuck taking
care of him."

"So what I need is a wealthy young man like Henry. If you don't
mind sharing."

Privathi laughed and put her face between my legs, kissing the
insides of my thighs sensuously.

"I don't mind at all, in fact you can have him, I'll soon leave
him. I have my own money, it's not about that.

"Henry is an emotional cripple. He keeps running after different
women, and as soon as he has whoever he was chasing, he loses
interest. You'll never find that security you crave with Henry."

I ran my fingers through her thick black hair as her tongue
gently scraped up and down my vagina. It felt nice, yet it wasn't
like real sex. It was too mellow somehow, too safe. Sex is mad,
dangerous, thrilling.

Security; she had a point, that's what I really wanted.

There was no future with old Harry. He had a wife and children;
when his strength and money fall short, I'd be the first
extravagance he'd lose.

And even though her tongue was really very pleasant down there, I
knew I was primarily a girl who was into men.

I screamed and nearly jumped off the mattress as she started to
suck my clit.

She lifted her head for a second. "You could come live with me. I
have a good job and my own house." She said.

"We could drive men mad." I laughed, pushing my crotch against
her pretty little mouth.

I held her head tight as she gave me hard tongue. I was so turned
on by her now; I was nearly in love with her... I had a beautiful
orgasm, fantasizing about it; I'd be her woman, we'd be lovers
and live together as dikes.

We didn't talk for a while. I returned the favor, thankful that
she was shaved. I think crotch hair on girls is gross.

I like sucking cock better; that hard rod in the mouth just does
something special for me. But I did like licking and sucking
Privathi, just because she was so sweet to me. I hadn't really
had any close girlfriends before.

It was good fun to make her come; it was so funny how she
squeaked and jumped around while I struggled to hold on tight
enough to keep my mouth on her."













I was downstairs in my room watching tv, trying to ignore the
pain in my gut when the phone rang. Someone upstairs answered,
then banged on the floor above me twice, meaning it was for me.

My heart raced; could it be Sangeeta?

It wasn't. It was a woman with an oriental accent.

"You Joey? My name is Privathi. I calling you about Sangeeta."

"Is she alright?" I asked.

"She's sick. Love sick. What about you?"

I was dumbstruck for a few seconds.

"I guess I am too." I admitted. "Who are you?"

"You want her back?" The stranger asked.

"Yes, but..."

"Ok, you listen to me. Sangeeta is my friend. She has some
issues, you know?"

"Like what?"

"She wants security, commitment, all that. You want to marry
her?"

Marriage is almost a dirty word in my family. My dad had been
married to my mother and it was a complete disaster. Marriage is
when the church and state gets involved in people's
relationships.

"You think about it. I call you back in a couple of days ok?" she
said.

"Uh... Yeah. Ok." I said.



Marriage was expensive. I was working, we were all working, every
hour we could, spending as little as possible. We still had a way
to go before we would have the money to start our shop. If I were
to have a wedding it would set us all back for months.

But Sangeeta; could I really have her? For myself? Forever?

My mind was spinning. I'd give anything, but it wasn't all mine
to give. I had to talk to the rest of the family first.











"Privathi put the phone down and smiled at me like a cat who had
just eaten.

"Marriage? Where did that idea come from?" I asked her.

She slid over and put her head between my tits, fondling one of
them with her hand.

"Close your eyes." She said, "And imagine this; your sugar daddy
Harry walks in here right now, he's naked, his big cock is stiff
and he wants to have sex with you. What will you do? How do you
feel?"

"I'll let him do what he wants." I said.

"But you don't want him?" Privathi insisted.

"Not really. But that's not important."

"Ok, now imagine; your rich old man takes you shopping, buy
beautiful expensive things for you, go to nice restaurant, pay
you attention all day. How do you feel?"

"Cautious."

"Hmm. Ok, your American mechanic walks in the room; his hair is a
mess, he's wearing old clothes. He kisses you..."

Privathi rolled over and kissed me.

"How do you feel now?"

"What does that matter?"

"Don't be stubborn, how do you feel? What does your belly tell
you?"

"Excited. Happy." I admitted.

"You won't get what you want from that old man." She announced.
"He's charming, he's good in bed too. I had good fun with him,
but he's a bastard. He'll dump you when he's through with you.

"You want family, love, babies. You need a man who will accept
you completely for who you are."

"But I told you I can't have babies." I said.

"You can with IVF." She said. "You can if you really want." she
said. "Lick my pussy again?"

"Of course."













Like most expensive things, marriage can be done on the cheap
with a little imagination.

I got a flight to London for $375 round trip. We would be married
at the registry office there, and Privathi was giving us her
house and car to use for our honeymoon, while she went to
Thailand to visit her family.

We'd have a party when we got back to the states; a big barbeque
in my back yard.



I'd barely even spoken to Sangeeta. Privathi was arranging
everything in some weird semi-oriental manner.

As instructed, I took the train into town, then got a taxi to
where I was to spend the night, at the house of a friend of
Privathi's.

"You don't see your bride before the wedding." The Thai woman had
told me.

It was a large imposing building on a street of similar ones, in
a clearly upmarket neighborhood. There was only 1 doorbell.

A middle aged plainly dressed woman opened the door to my ring.

"Veronica?" I asked.

"No, I'm the maid." She said in an east European accent. "Miss
veronica is still in bed, she'll meet you for breakfast. Come in.
Your room is upstairs, third on the left."

I took my bags up a long wide staircase that curved elegantly
through the large entrance hall.

The room was large and opulent. The floor was marble, covered
with oriental carpets. The furniture looked antique, the
expensive kind.

The bathroom was too; as a part time builder myself, I could see
the workmanship was excellent, but it was all at least 30 years
old. Of course in an older house in a city 10 centuries old, that
might be considered modern.

I showered and put on fresh clothes. I felt pretty intimidated by
everything; I hadn't been expecting something like this.

If Sangeeta was used to this type of thing, how could she
possibly be happy living with me in my stepmother's house? Was I
trying to take on much more than I could? Or was this just
pre-wedding jitters?

I went downstairs and found the dining room. A large table was
set with 2 places, so I sat down at one of them to fidget.

After a few minutes my hostess strode into the room.

She was stunning; tall and opulently blond, with large breasts
bulging through a thin silver satin robe that was totally
revealing despite being ankle length. I stood to greet her as she
smiled irresistibly at me.

"You must be Joey, I'm Veronica." She said. Even her voice was
sexy, deep for a woman and with that crisp accent of the upper
crust British.


As we were served by the maid, I felt as if I'd left real life
and entered a movie. I was struggling to keep my head on
straight.

But the statuesque blond I was suddenly thrown together with was
just a person inside her very attractive form, and soon we were
chatting away as if we had breakfast together all the time.

"You must be so nervous! Have you ever been married before?" she
asked.

"No. Have you?"

"Lots of times. Well, three actually."

I spent the day jabbering with the vivacious woman.



"You must be terribly nervous about the wedding tomorrow." She
said as we sat in the living room, or drawing room as she called
it. "Are you really going to marry that woman?"

"That's why I came to London." I said.

"But Privathi told me you only know her a few months, and from
what I hear she... well, her reputation isn't the best."

"What do you mean?" I asked, although I had a pretty fair idea.

"She used to be the girlfriend of a drug dealer, then she was the
mistress of a wealthy married man twice her age. She's even been
in pornographic movies!"

"I know." I said.

"You could do better." Veronica suggested.

I looked at the attractive heiress silently, wondering exactly
what she had in mind. She didn't waste much time in telling me.

"You could stay here with me. I need a man like you, all my
husbands were completely useless... you know about practical
things."

She moved closer.

"You're young and handsome." She whispered. "And I really like
you."

She moved closer still.

Her big breasts were nearly touching me, her innocent pale eyes
had me fixed in place. Her hair fell across me, and I was
trapped.

She was rich... beautiful, sexy. Was a chance with her worth
throwing away my relationship for?

Her hands held my face with a light unbreakable grip. She swung
her knee over my lap and she was on me, her breasts on my
shoulders as her hungry mouth hit my lips with mind-numbing
force.

Involuntarily, my hands found her waist. Her tongue was pushing
at my lips, and somehow slipped in to abuse me further.

I couldn't tell what [if anything] she was wearing under her thin
gown, but my cock was trying to break through my jeans to check.

Somewhere amongst the raging hormones in my brain, a small voice
was trying to get through, but I couldn't quite hear it.

Sangeeta was far away, I hadn't seen her, I hadn't talked to her.
What if I refused the delicious Veronica, and then this wedding
fell through?

But then the little voice got louder. Sangeeta was not just an
image, a sexy woman, an idea.

She was my love, my betrothed. If I couldn't stay faithful now,
only hours before our wedding, then what hope did we have of ever
making it as a couple?

Like waking from a dream, I forced my mind into rationality, and
gently pushed the desperate English woman away.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"I am as well." She said breathlessly. "I don't know what came
over me."



Privathi dropped in just before dinner.

She was a small woman, fine boned and pretty in an east Asian
way.

"So, good to meet you at last." She said, shaking my hand. "Are
you ready to get married tomorrow?"

"I think so." I said. "Where's Sangeeta?"

"Sangeeta staying at my place. You see her tomorrow at
registration office for your wedding." She said with a nearly
inscrutable smile





That night as I was getting into bed, my hostess entered my room.

She was wearing a transparent black teddy, belted at her tight
waist, barely covering her big breasts, leaving her long legs
bare and just about covering her muff.

"Listen Joey... If you change your mind, my room is right across
the hall. The door is open. We could just have a little fun if
you want; after all, you're not married yet."

She turned and went.

I couldn't sleep.

Sangeeta; I must be nuts. She would never stay with me, she'd
break my heart and probably my bank too.

I thought of her, I could see her smile. Then I saw her with her
sugar daddy, that arrogant old banker. I thought of the things
she'd done, those movies.

Veronica, healthy and eager... so close, so available. Not to
mention rich.

Without making a conscious decision, I got out of bed and crept
into her room.

She'd left a light on. She was asleep on her side, still wearing
the sexy teddy. I could see her broad smooth back, the curve of
her shoulder. The smooth white globes of her naked pampered ass
protruded upwards, begging for my lips. I stepped to the base of
the bed, and I could see her pink vagina clearly.

I had permission; I could just climb in there with her, wake her
up to have some fun, ease my mind.

I stroked my hard cock, listening to her relaxed even breathing.

Maybe some sex would clear my head, I would sleep and wake up
better able to make the biggest choice of my life.

In my mind, I fantasized; we would travel between London and the
Caribbean, I'd knock her up and maybe we'd marry.

If there was ever a place to sow one's wild oats, I was looking
at it.

Her womb would grow good strong children, her house would
accommodate them easily, her money would assure them of the best
education.

She was rich, voluptuous, sexy, blond, and willing.

I stroked myself, wishing she would wake up, terrified she'd wake
up. I looked between her slightly parted legs.

Her pussy would be tight on my cock, she would hold me tight and
cry as she came.

I would hold her tight as I pumped her, pushing my tongue between
her lips

Her gorgeous body would engulf me as I shot my seed deep inside
her.

She lay sleeping below me, peacefully unaware of the vulgarity
taking place just a few feet from her.

I pinched myself closed as I came hard but silently.

I crept back across the hall and let the pressure out into the
sink in my room.

Veronica was a dream babe, but Sangeeta was a real woman; I
wasn't going to throw away a good relationship for a night with
that hot blonde, sexy though she was.

In reality, women like Veronica might be interested in a guy like
me for a night, but no more. She was probably only hot for me
because I was engaged to someone else.

As I tried to get some sleep, I thought of my dark fianc�.

Porn star, an old man's mistress, infertile.

Beautiful, funny, and very honest though.

I thought of her face, her big smile, her strong even teeth.

I wasn't simply besotted by all the fantastic sex we'd had; I
loved that damaged woman, if I could have her, I had to give it
my best shot.



Sangeeta's friend Privathi came over the next morning to take me
to my wedding. She looked lovely in a baby blue dress and very
high heels, her black Asian hair gleaming in the morning sun.

There was something about her, she had a very attractive
confidence and energy.

"Did you enjoy your night with Veronica?" she asked

I wasn't sure if she was insinuating something or if it was just
a strange choice of words.

"I had trouble sleeping." I said, "I just want to see Sangeeta."

She smiled and sat on the sofa.

"Sit here with me for a minute." She said.

We were in Veronica's "drawing room", whatever that means. It was
a huge room with high windows and thick carpets, full of
expensive looking antiques and furniture. There were photos on
the walls of grinning people holding drinks, obviously parties
that had been held in the house. Some were celebrities I
recognized; princess Diana, Elton John, some British TV actors.

"Sangeeta has asked me to arrange everything for her." Privathi
said as I sat down. "That's how we do it in Asia."

"But Sangeeta is third generation British." I protested.

"That doesn't matter. She has an Indian face, so she is thought
of as an Asian woman; not only by others, but by herself.

"She's in love with you, but that isn't a very solid basis for a
marriage."

"What do you mean? What could be more solid than that?" I
protested.

"Romantic love is intense, more addictive than heroine, and the
high lasts only slightly longer. When it's gone, you will either
develop the longer lasting and far more boring love of long term
partners, or else break up.

"Sangeeta has no family, and when she marries you she will have
no home or money either. She has no job skills or employment
history. You don't have anything either I understand, so if you
two break up she will have nothing as well as nowhere to go.

"We won't break up." I insisted.

"How do you know?" the feisty little woman retorted. "You're in
the throes of love. You're a clever man Joey, so perhaps you can
see things from my perspective for a moment. People in love are
off their heads and shouldn't be making important decisions for
themselves."

"In my culture, you fall in love, you get married." I said.

"And a few years later, you get divorced." She argued. "Have you
had sex with anyone else since Sangeeta came back to England?"

"No." I said proudly.

"So you're wallowing in your emotional state, pining for her."
She said.

"I guess so." I said

She frowned, which looked strange on her small oriental face.

"I have to decide whether to go ahead with this or not." She
said. "It's a big responsibility."

"I don't understand, I thought Sangeeta has agreed to marry me."
I said, my heart suddenly afraid.

"She has, but she's an Asian woman. She understands she needs
someone to help her in this, someone rational and not in love.
She has a good life here you know. Friends, an apartment.

"You need to have sex with someone else before you marry her."
She concluded.

"That's ridicules!" I said.

"That's the new tradition." She said. "We used to marry as
virgins for life. Today we have that "last fling", then check our
feelings again."

"My wedding is supposed to be in four hours." I said.

Privathi stood and crossed the room. She stood next to Veronica,
who had been listening to the whole strange conversation.

"Choose." The Thai woman said. "Me or Veronica."

"What?!"

"You have sex with one of us first, then you tell me again you
want to marry Sangeeta."

"I don't want to cheat on my wife hours before our wedding!" I
protested, "What kind of way is that to start a marriage?"

"Don't be so melodramatic." Privathi said. "You surely know
Sangeeta has been with other people while you were separated. If
anything, your abstinence will create resentment later. A
marriage must be between equals if it's to last. So stop arguing
with me now and choose. The pushy little oriental woman or the
big breasted blond?"

My head was in a fog of confusion. What kind of crap was this?
Did she really have the power to make or break my marriage? Was
this a test?

Privathi looked at me with that unreadable face of the
far-eastern people. Veronica just looked excited. I guess it was
pretty funny from her point of view.

The two of them were total opposites; Privathi was so petite, she
could have passed as a 15 year old. Veronica was nearly as tall
as me, as curvy as an hourglass, with pale skin, long blonde
curls, and blue eyes.

If I had to choose between them, it would have to be Privathi
though. She was sharp, decisive, energetic. That's what I find
sexy in a woman.

But how could I? Aside from my reluctance to cheat on my fianc�,
it would mean rejecting my hostess. It was all too rude.

"Ok, I'm leaving you with Veronica." Privathi announced, breaking
the silence.

Veronica clapped her hands and laughed like a child. "Lovely!" 
She exclaimed.

"Blonde with big tits, that's what men like."  Privathi grumbled.
"Anyway, I have a lot of things to do.  I'll come back at three."

She left in a blur of powder blue and glossy black.

I sat on the sofa as if paralyzed, looking across at the sexy
heiress.  She smiled at me in a predatory way.

"Let's go upstairs, darling."  She said.

She was wearing another long gorgeous gown, a leaf green number
that followed the curves of her body faithfully.  Her round ass
gyrated before my face as I followed it up the long wide curving
stairs.

In the bedroom where I had fantasized of her the night before,
she turned to face me.

"That's quite a nice suit." She said.

"My stepmother found it in a secondhand shop, my sister took it
in a little bit to fit me.  I don't know anything about clothes."
I said.

She laughed kindly; "That's all right.  I'm sure you know about
lots of other things.  Now take your nice secondhand suit off for
me."

She sat down on the bed, leaning back on her elbows.  Her large
breasts bulged up and to each side, as if trying to escape the
thin fabric of the dress that had surely cost far more than all
the clothes I'd ever had put together.

"I don't feel right about it."  I told her.

"For God's sake sweetheart, stop fighting it."  She insisted,
"There's nothing wrong with a little bit of recreational sex. 
It's good for you, ask anybody."

She sat up and began to loosen my tie.

"Your fianc� hasn't been keeping her legs clamped together."  She
continued, "I'm all for the sanctity of marriage if that's what
turns you on, but like Privathi said, you aren't married yet."

She unbuttoned my jacket and my shirt.

"Privathi said that Sangeeta's been with other people?"  I asked
her as she tugged at my belt buckle impatiently.

"Sweetheart, the woman you're intending to marry is a well-known
tart."  Veronica informed me, "I have to confess I don't know her
very well, she moves in different circles for the most part.  But
I know her boyfriend quite well, he likes to... share."

My trousers dropped to my ankles, and the blonde had me by the
balls.

She looked up at me as she stroked my reluctantly stiff cock.

"It doesn't mean she can't be a good wife."  Veronica said, "I
stayed monogamous during two of my marriages.  What a gorgeous
cock!"

She dropped her face over my penis, taking a good few inches into
her mouth as she sucked enthusiastically.

Was it true?  Or was she just trying to confuse me, just trying
to get me to do what she wanted done?

I guess everyone has their limit.  Everyone has a point beyond
which they can't resist.

In this plush mansion thousands of miles from my home, far from
those who would judge me, I wrapped my fingers through her thick
blond hair and pushed my American car mechanic cock deeper into
her high class British mouth.

Holding her head in my hands, I jammed it in and out, fucking her
mouth crudely.  In response, she wrapped her hands around my ass,
squeezing the cheeks, pushing her long nails painfully into my
flesh.

I pulled out and stepped back to get my shoes off.  She laughed
triumphantly as she stood to peel off her dress.

Veronica threw herself back onto the mattress, opening her long
pale legs to me.

I lifted a foot to my mouth, and she cooed happily as I kissed
her manicured toes.  I ran my tongue up her long smooth calve, I
brushed my lips along the inside of her milky white thigh.

Lightly, barely making contact at all, I touched her vagina with
my tongue.  She was freshly shaved, she smelled and tasted as
clean as a virgin.


I kissed her other leg, I ran my tongue under the high arch of
her foot.

I kissed her flat belly, I ran my tongue around each nipple
before sucking one, and then the other. I clamped her pretty head
between my hands and bit her neck, her earlobe, her cheek.

I lay down on top of her, our naked bodies sharing the sensation
of heat and touch as I kissed her mouth, pushing my tongue
brazenly into her.

Her thighs parted briefly and closed around my penis, her hands
stroked my shoulders and back.  She was hot for me.

We rolled over, Veronica was above me now.  She pulled her knees
up and lifted her groin up slightly as she kissed me
passionately, the weight of her large breasts against my chest.

I'm no expert, but I believe they were natural.  I ran my fingers
over her ass as she settled the crack of her damp vagina against
the shaft of my cock, sliding it back and forth.

She reached down and took my prick in her hand, lifting it
slightly so that the tip pressed against her opening.

"Hang on a minute while I get a condom."  I said.

"I hate those things." She said, pushing herself down,
penetrating herself with my helpless cock.

She said up straight, my penis deep inside her body, and grinned
down at me in triumph.

"Don't worry darling, I've just been for a full checkup, and so
have you according to Privathi."

"That's true." I admitted.

 "So it's completely safe!" Veronica concluded.

I'd never done it without a condom, not once in my life.  It was
the same, but different.

The warm pressure of her body was expected, but there was a new
sensation, and extra intimacy. My cock was wet with her fluids,
and I was very conscious that if I came inside her, her body
would be contaminated by my sperm.

It seemed wrong that my "first time" would be with Veronica
instead of Sangeeta.

We rolled over again and I gave it to her in the missionary
position.  She was coming within a minute, her long legs wrapping
around me as if to squeeze out every last drop of pleasure.

I was conflicted.  The physical pleasure was fantastic, the touch
of her flesh, the sight of her, her hot wet vagina squeezing
against my cock as she came.

But at the same time I had the feeling that I was making a big
mistake.  I loved Sangeeta, and I wanted to keep loving Sangeeta.
 I enjoyed it, even the pain of it made me feel more alive than I
could ever remember.

Veronica was a sexy stranger, a homewrecker if there ever was
one.

But once the cock is in, there's no stopping.  I wanted to come,
but I couldn't. I felt too conflicted; I shouldn't be here. In
this big soft bed with this big cushioned woman. My cock should
not be in her body, and I had no business leaving my seed in her.
But I couldn't stop either; once started, there's only one decent
way to finish.

So I kept going, the two of us bouncing on the big plush bed. 
Veronica came again.

"Let's do it doggy style." She suggested.

I pulled out while she rolled over and got onto her hands and
knees, her round white ass raised invitingly.

I slipped it inside, grabbed her hip bones, and went at it again,
my abdomen bouncing off of her wide round rear end.

This position didn't seem to be doing much for either of us, so
she pushed backwards.

I sat down and she ended up on top with her back to me.  She
turned around, carefully pivoting on my erect pole until I was
looking up at her face, framed between the valley of her large
breasts and opulent blond hair.

"How about a 69?"  She asked.

"Okay."  I agreed.

She lifted her wet hole from my cock, and turned around.  She
settled herself down with her thighs on either side of my face as
she carefully positioned her clitoris against my lips.

I wrapped my arms around her slim waist as I felt her mouth
surround my cock.

There was something beautiful about being so helpless, so
overwhelmed.  I licked and sucked dutifully.

If I could just come I thought, squirt into her mouth, it would
be over.  I needed to have a full shower and wash the smell of
sex out of my hair before my wedding.

But she came first. It occurred to me that Veronica was the kind
of woman who was used to coming first.  She stopped sucking my
cock as she enjoyed her orgasm, then she threw herself onto her
back next to me.

"Get on top!"  She cried happily.

I resignedly complied, pushing my cock into her again.

She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep, and then we were twisting
and bouncing, sweating and grunting, copulating like animals.

She squeezed and kissed me savagely, as I pounded her hard.

She was coming again, her fourth orgasm.  I had to end it, I
couldn't just keep doing this.  What would happen if I had better
sex with Veronica than with my bride?

I closed my eyes and held the big blond tightly.  I thought of
Sangeeta; I imagined her face, her bright eyes.  I imagined it
was her in my arms instead of the spoiled trust fund rich bitch.

And at last, I released myself inside her, my pent up semen
blasting into her naked interior.

As the seed exited the end of my cock, the ardor ran out of my
head, leaving the shame behind.

The pale body I was tangled with suddenly seemed gross; the woman
in my arms was the wrong one.

I wanted to get away from her as quickly as possible, but she was
holding me tightly, her hips still moving slightly. She was
enjoying the last remnants of my hardon and my dignity.

She took my head in her hands and pulled our mouths together.

I let her kiss me; after what we had just done, it would have
been rude to refuse. But I felt terrible, dirty, used, and
ashamed.

"Are you finished yet?" a high pitched voice asked from behind
me.

I broke away from Veronica and turned my head to see Privathi
standing in the bedroom doorway. Behind her was my fianc�,
Sangeeta.

It was as if my life was passing before my eyes, I was suddenly
terrified. Caught!

Privathi smiled with amusement while Sangeeta looked annoyed.

"You'd better hurry up or we'll be late." She said.

I jumped out of bed and into the bathroom, not bothering to even
try to hide my nudity from the women. They had seen my true shame
already.

I washed myself thoroughly, but I was sure it was too late. On my
wedding day, my fianc� caught me in bed with another woman!

When I came out, Veronica was sitting on the bed in a robe
waiting for me.

"Do you still want to get married to her?" she asked me.

"Yes." I said.

"Are you sure? Don't do it out of some sense of duty, Joe. That
wouldn't be doing anyone any good. If you think you can be happy
together, then go ahead, but for god's sake think carefully. You
can stay with me if you want."

"I love her."

"Love. That's a big little word; what's love? Usually, it's a
disaster. I married men I loved, and came to hate them. I tell
you, darling, you should stay with me; I have means, I can keep
you in style. We'd be great together, you could take care of
practical things on my properties... Love would develop in time.
Sangeeta hasn't got anything, and neither do you. How do you
think that will work out? You'll both get aggravated, you'll turn
on each other. She's used to an easy life you know."

I looked at the voluptuous Heiress; a few months ago, I would
have dreamed of such a woman. What did she see in me though?
Well, I guess I was as different to her as she was to me. And she
was in that age when a woman has to decide whether she's going to
have children or not.

"Thanks, Veronica. I'm flattered for the offer, but I'm still in
love with Sangeeta."

"All right then. They're waiting for you downstairs. I'm going to
have a shower."

I put my secondhand suit back on and went down to face my shame.



Sangeeta looked stunning in a tight embroidered wedding dress
that fitted her curvy body precisely. Her light brown skin and
black hair contrasted beautifully with the white gown. She glared
at me, her anger only making her more gorgeous.

"Well it's about time." Sangeeta said. "Are you ready?"

I took a deep breath; "Yes... but..."

"Do you still want to get married?" she asked sternly.

"If you do."

"What does that mean?" she demanded.

"If you'll still have me." I said.

She smiled edgily; "I'll have you all right." She muttered
grudgingly.



Privathi drove us to city hall In Veronica's Jaguar XJ12. I
wasn't sure about Veronica, but it would be easy to love that
car.

"So was she fun?" my fianc� asked me. "Everyone says Veronica is
a top class tart."

I laughed nervously, remembering how Veronica had said almost the
same thing about Sangeeta.

"I know what I did was completely wrong." I offered.

"Forget it." Sangeeta said; "Just don't do it again. I mean, I
wasn't completely celibate in the last few months either."

I looked at Privathi through the rear view mirror. She grinned
back at me as if it was all a harmless joke.

"Veronica is trying to get pregnant, she's in that age you know."
Sangeeta added.

I shuddered, remembering how we'd done it without a condom.

"She thinks the British gentry are all inbred." My fianc�
concluded. "She keeps going on about wanting a working class man
for the job."



We were married in a small office with Privathi and Sangeeta's
old "boyfriend" Harry as witnesses. Then we went back to
Veronica's for a small party.

There were about 20 people in Veronica's grand ballroom. A modest
little crowd compared to the photos on the walls of previous
celebrity filled events there.

My dark bride introduced me to each of them proudly.

There was an old guy, short with huge shoulders. He nearly broke
my fingers in his grip when we shook hands, and he had an accent
so thick I could barely understand a word he said. I realized it
was the truck driver who Sangeeta had come to London with when
she let Manchester. Later, I saw him slip upstairs with Veronica
[who was 4 inches taller than him]. They didn't come back down.

There was a wrecked looking guy in a fringe leather jacket. My
wife's drug dealer ex-boyfriend I figured out. He was friendly
enough, I thought he really wished the best for her. I felt sorry
for him; sleeping with her for years, in love with her but never
being able to do it with her.

There was a distinguished old couple; Lord and Lady someone. I
couldn't figure out how they knew Sangeeta, but at least I was
sure they weren't ex-lovers.

Later, Sangeeta set me straight on that.

I didn't like Henry, Privathi's boyfriend, at all. He was too
tall and snotty, the worst kind of English snob. I could tell he
despised me; I was the worst kind of classless American.

It was a bit weird to be in a room with most of my wife's old
lovers; I sure wouldn't want to think about inviting all of mine
into one place.

And I realized that Privathi was right; I would have been upset
and jealous to meet these people on my wedding day if I had been
abstaining like a "good" boy. But with the shameful memory of
wild sex with the voluptuous Veronica fresh in my mind, it all
seemed ok.



Privathi was flying to Thailand to see her family for a few
weeks, and we had her Mercedes 2 seat SL500 convertible to use as
well as her house in the country. She usually let it out and
stayed in London with her boyfriend, but it happened to be vacant
just then.

As we were about to leave, Privathi pulled me into a corner.

"This business you want to start, how much more money you need?"

"Sangeeta told you about that? Well, to pay for the auto parts
franchise I'll need another fifty thousand dollars. It will take
at least another three years for us to save that much, and by
then probably someone else will open in the area, so the whole
thing might be just a dream."

"Dollars? Oh good, I thought she said Pounds."

She handed me a thick envelope.

"Check from Harry, twenty thousand pounds. Cash from Jeremy,
forty thousand euros. In Asia it is tradition, a girl shouldn't
go to her new family empty handed. Of course, normally biological
daddy pays, not sugar daddy! Haha!"

She stopped laughing and became momentarily serious. "Don't be
too proud to take this. It's only what they owe her, and now she
can be your equal partner."











There was a limo for the hour drive out to Privathi's house in
Oxford. At last, I had Sangeeta to myself.

She cuddled up with me in the back seat. It was odd for me to be
the passenger instead of the driver for once. It was a stretch
Mercedes, much smaller than the Cadillacs we used at home. It was
a nice car though, almost as quiet as the caddy.

I stroked back her lovely hair and kissed her, holding her sexy
body close.

"I love you." I told her.

"I love you too." She said.

"You're a bit drunk, are you sure you won't take it back
tomorrow?"

"Ask me tomorrow, how should I know? I'm a little drunk." She
laughed, finding my cock through my trousers with her hand.

"I'm sorry about this morning."  I said.

"It's all right."  She said, "It was what I wanted."

"Why?"

"I haven't been with a man for over a month, since you proposed."
She said. "But before that, I... I wanted to get you out of my
head."

It was nearly four months since she had left me in America.

"You weren't only with Harry?"

"Harry, Henry, Lord Chamberlain, Lady Chamberlain."

"Lady Chamberlain?"

"It was just for a laugh" she said, unzipping my trousers and
fishing out my stiff organ. "I told you once that love is
something I have trouble with.  I was a little bit in love with
Harry, and I guess I stayed with you for a while to get over him.
 But then I fell in love with you; don't take this the wrong way
Joey, but I didn't think of you as the right one for me."

"Why not?"

"Well come on, you live with your parents and work in a garage."
She said; "I had a great time with you all, but it was never how
I imagined myself.  Since I was 16, I told myself I would marry a
rich man."

She stroked my cock sensuously as she continued.

"I went with other men, but all I could think of was you."  She
said, "I stayed in big posh houses with servants and all, but I
kept thinking of your dad's grotty little house, how we used to
barbecue hamburgers in your backyard.  And I realized that I'd
been happy there.  I haven't been happy a lot in my life, Joey."

As the limousine sped through the countryside, my new wife
dropped her head into my lap and began to suck my cock.

She sucked my cock in a way I'd never known before, although I
suppose it was no different in reality to other blow jobs I'd
had.

She sucked my cock as though it was the only cock on earth, as
though she had never wanted any other penis, or wanted to please
any other man but me.  I held her body in one hand, and ran the
fingers of the other through her hair.  It was sad to hear her
story, but beautiful.  She moved up and kissed me as she pulled
on my cock with her hand. After a while, she fumbled around under
her white wedding dress and pulled her undies off; she straddled
me, sliding herself down over my stiff penis.

The Mercedes sped though the dark night as we made love in the
back seat. It was weird to think this woman was my wife;
mistress, pornstar, and virtual orphan. So beautiful, so sexy,
yet tainted.

I've never had that "ride in a limo" fantasy. To me, a Limo is
just a big car. I've serviced and driven them for work.

But my new bride riding my dick in her white dress in the back
seat was pretty good;

I held her hips and looked into her eyes as the lights of a car
behind us lit her face. My wife... Sangeeta... I couldn't get
over it. It was terrifying and euphoric. So beautiful, so hot.
All those men she'd dad, the places she'd been, the things she
knew, yet she had chosen me; to live my basic but honest life,
with my poor but hard working family. My family who accepted her
as one of us, who didn't judge her harshly for who and what she
was.

It was pretty uncomfortable in the Mercedes, the teeth of my
zipper pinched my cock a little, but it was about the greatest
sex of my life. Because it meant more than sex, even more than
love; I came into her, fired my fluid into her heaving body, and
sealed our deal. It was a new world for me, the same yet
different. I was not just myself, I was now part of an alliance,
a couple, a marriage. Terrifying, yet filling me with an optimism
I'd never had before.

As my bride stopped moving, so did the car.

"If you're done back there, we arrived about ten minutes ago."
The driver said.

.



Our first night as a married couple was spent sleeping together,
not having sex.  We were both too exhausted.



I wasn't really crazy to fuck her; I just wanted to look at her
for a while. Study her lovely face, tell her jokes to make her
smile, maybe stroke her silky brown skin.

Of course in reality, we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

I've written a lot of words about sex with Sangeeta, so I won't
repeat myself describing all the things we did. There wasn't
anything we hadn't done before.

Yet it was different; the same actions, the same sensations, yet
with new emotions added on top. Fear, Love, Anticipation.

We had taken the plunge, said our vows [for what they're worth
these days]. We were committed to each other, and that made the
clench of her vagina around my cock twice as intense, her eyes
even brighter, her smile even more irresistible, my ejaculation
more passionate.

I stroked her, massaged her, brushed her hair, licked her vagina.
 We did it on the bed, the sofa, the chairs, the kitchen table,
and in the bath.

We took drives through the countryside, we stopped and did it in
a field.

And with each orgasm we shared, we loved each other more.  And as
our love grew, we got even more horny.

It was great to have that time alone with her, just to hang out
and talk; to sit and look at her, to smell her scent, to imprint
her image into my mind.

We didn't have a fancy hotel or a Caribbean island, but we had
one hot honeymoon in our borrowed cottage.



We had a few days left before heading home, when Privathi dropped
by.

She was upset by something, and I half listened as she spilled
her heart out to Sangeeta.









"I have a difficult relationship with my family.

They are ashamed of me, I'm a disgrace to them because when I was
young I ran off with an older foreign man.

And at 34, I am still unmarried and have no children. Never mind
my Phd from Oxford university or my successful career.

Henry met me at the airport when I got back from Thailand, he was
very sweet to me the way he can be sometimes.

I love him when he's like that; he cooks for me and treats me
well.

But the next day, yesterday, he made me so angry, I want to just
leave him!

Then I remember that he has never given me a single gift in the
years we've lived together, never said he loves me, never made
any commitment at all.

Henry was there for me when Gary left me; I was very distressed
then.

He's a good looking man and good in bed, but I think perhaps I
only stay with him now because I'm afraid to be alone."

"What did he do to upset you?" Sangeeta asked.

"He invited his friend Oscar over, and made me suck him off. He
knows I hate that man, I find him disgusting."

"What do you mean he made you?"

"Well... I suppose I could have refused. But Henry... I have to
be like that with him. He has to be the boss when we're together.
I don't know why, it's just the way we've always been. I have to
do what he says or I have to leave him.

The thing is, I usually enjoy myself. I never expect to, but then
I do. And Henry likes to watch, it makes him feel powerful.
Perhaps he has some complex; he inherited all his money, he has
almost no academic education like I do.

I had an urge to say no, but habit won out. Hesitantly, I got on
my knees and took out Oscar's penis.

I was very angry, angry at the men, but more at myself. Why was I
allowing them to humiliate me this way? At my work I am
respected, I am a research manager, highly educated people follow
my instructions.

And here I was, on my knees, in utter humiliation, pleasuring a
man I dislike.

I know how to please a man, how to make it last. But I wanted to
make Oscar come quickly.

His cock was hot and hard in my mouth, there was something erotic
about it; the very degradation was arousing, the loathing made it
dirty yet oddly exciting. Somehow, on some level, I must want to
be humiliated; otherwise, I wouldn't have done it.

I was brought up to believe that pride was a terrible thing for a
woman to enjoy.

Oscar is hugely fat, his gut was quivering as I worked.  I
stroked his balls and sucked his big cock, but I couldn't make
him come.

Henry told me if I didn't, then I would have to have intercourse
with him, so I did everything I could.

After a few minutes, Henry said I should stop and take my clothes
off.

I was appalled, but at that moment, I couldn't find the courage
to refuse. I was accustomed to doing as he said, and he was
accustomed to my obedience.  A thousand times I have sworn to
myself that next time, I wouldn't comply.  But here I was again,
degrading myself.



The fat man undressed and lay on his back on the sofa. I climbed
on top.

I hadn't had sex for several weeks, and I was surprised by the
feeling as I penetrated myself with his organ. It was oddly
satisfying; I looked at Henry, enjoying his pain as much as he
enjoyed it himself.

I bounced up and down on Oscar's cock; it wasn't working very
well for either of us, but I didn't want him on top of me. I
looked at Henry as I had intercourse with his fat friend.

Henry is tall, rich, and handsome; a man who has a wide choice of
women.  Yes, I could defy him; but I knew that if I did I would
be alone.

And that was one thing that terrified me.

I don't hate Oscar because he was fat, but because of his
personality.  He always comes over to Henry's house to brag about
clever stock trades he's made, how he has such good connections
in this city who gave him insider tips.  Henry was always trying
to get Oscar to put money into some big American hedge fund for
him.

His face is puffy and his teeth yellow.  He smells bad. He's
always treated me as if I were a whore, and now I was proving him
right.

I hated myself then; I hated what I'd become, the way I was
letting these men use me for their amusement, as if I had no
value at all.

He heaved his bulk up from the sofa, lifting my small body as if
I were nothing.  His big hands went under my ass as he stood up,
and I had to wrap my arms and legs around him as his cock was
still in my body.

He lifted me up and down; I hadn't realized that he was so
strong.  In this position, I couldn't avoid looking at his face.
I couldn't avoid his kiss.

He turned around and leaned forward, dropping me onto the sofa. 
He stooped down and grabbed my ankles, lifting them up into the
air, lifting my bottom from the cushions.

His penis had slipped out of me, but he maneuvered its back into
position and pushed it inside again.

Helpless on my back, I stared up at him as he took his pleasure.
He shifted his grip, so my knees were hooked over his elbows.  He
was sweating now, his blubbery body quivering and flopping and he
hammered me.

I closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight.  It was better that
way; his firm grip on my thighs and his hard penis pushing into
me again and again didn't feel bad.

Suddenly, he dropped me; he moved forward, kneeling on the couch
above me, he grabbed my hair with one hand and his cock with the
other.  I tried to resist, but if he noticed then he didn't
respect my refusal. He jammed his sticky penis into my mouth and
came.

I was surprised to find he tasted all right.  I looked up into
his eyes as I swallowed it, and I realized that he hates me as
much as I hate him.

He stepped back, releasing me. Henry sat down on the sofa next to
me and pulled my face into his lap as his friend dressed.  He
came immediately, flooding my mouth with his sperm.

Both men laughed, then went into the other room to watch
football.

I sat there alone, cold and with a sour taste in my mouth. I
realized something suddenly; that Henry is an idiot.

I've been quietly investing my savings in things I know about,
Pharmaceuticals mainly, since I read their reports and journals
as part of my work. Henry chases rumors. We never discuss money,
but I'm actually doing very well with my investments. I deserve
respect for who I am and what I've achieved!

Meanwhile, Henry has invested everything he has into that
American hedge fund, with his fat friend. Madoff  or some such
thing.

I must leave him, I know I must, yet I'm afraid. I know I
shouldn't be, but that's the truth."







+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"What do you think Joey? Sangeeta asked me.

"He wants to see how far he can push you before you leave him." 
I said to Privathi.

"Really?"  She asked. "But I do everything for him."

"Listen to me."  I told her sincerely, taking her small hand and
looking into her pretty face. "You are a stunning, beautiful,
sexy young woman.  You're smart, successful, financially
independent.  This guy can't handle it.  The only accomplishment
he seems to have is being born in the right place.

You deserve to be with someone who loves you."

My wife smiled; "Joey is spot on." She said. "We both love you,
don't we Joey? If it weren't for you, we would never have gotten
back together."

Privathi smiled for the first time that evening. "Thank you." 
She said.

Sangeeta put an arm around our friend and pulled her tight.

"Tonight you sleep with us." Sangeeta concluded.

"Really?" Privathi asked, as though it would be a great
privilege.

"Really." My new wife said with a hint of a laugh in her voice.



Privathi lay in our- well actually it was her own bed, in her
underwear as Sangeeta and I massaged her fine body.

Her skin was buttermilk in color, smooth and unblemished. Her
shoulders were narrow and her limbs thin, as if she had never
quite finished growing. If you didn't know her, you'd think she
was about 14 years old instead of 34.

She sighed as we caressed her, as if our affection was the
nourishment she'd been missing, as if our love was being absorbed
through her smooth pale skin.

Sangeeta pulled at our friend's panties. In response, Privathi
lifted her hips as they came off.

She had the trimmest ass I've ever seen in my life [on an adult].
She lay still as I ran my fingertips over the tight round cheeks.

Sangeeta tossed her hair to one side and began to bite Privathi's
ass. I joined in, as our petite friend giggled and squirmed.

Sangeeta rolled Privathi over, and I put my face between her
thighs to have a taste as my wife took her head in her hands and
kissed her mouth tenderly.

It angered me to think that this good woman had been treated so
inconsiderately. I licked her clitoris thinking only of her
pleasure, hoping I might make her feel just how much Sangeeta and
I appreciated her friendship.

This went on for quite a while, before I felt those skinny legs
tighten around me. Her little fingers gripped my hair, pulling my
mouth tighter; I licked frantically, holding her hipbones in my
hands as she bucked.

Privathi cried loudly as she came, and although we had all been
around, it was something special.

I came up for air to find both women smiling at me.

"Go wash your face." Sangeeta suggested as she took my place.

I came back into the room and took my clothes off before getting
back into bed. I slipped an arm under the Thai woman's head and
unhooked her bra.

She had small pert breasts, with oversized nipples that looked as
if they were made with a purpose in mind. I caressed them and
kissed her mouth as Sangeeta worked her crotch. I looked into her
dark slanted eyes, and for that moment, I loved her.

How could anyone not love and respect this woman, I wondered? She
was so generous, so beautiful, smart and successful. It seemed to
me that she was being seriously short changed.

There was a hand on my cock, another on my balls. Sangeeta sat
up, and waved me into the empty valley.

I kneeled between Privathi's thin thighs, setting my stiff dick
where we all wanted it. I looked into her dark slanted eyes as I
gently pushed it in.

I entered easily, yet she was a tight fit. Tight and wet and
deliciously warm inside.

We fucked slowly at first, savoring the incredible sweetness on
those first minutes being coupled for the first time together. I
felt huge and powerful, she was a precious waif in my arms, she
was helpless, small, vulnerable.

My cock slid in and out of her; ruling her little body,
dominating her tight vagina.

She began to whimper again, and I knew she was going to come. I
wasn't sure I could hold out; I couldn't look at her face, I knew
if I did I'd be unable stop myself from blowing.

Suddenly, a cool hand was thrust between my thighs from behind,
and my wife was holding my primed balls. I knew it was all over;
I looked my lover deep in the eyes and kissed her hard on the
mouth as the two of us came together in an orgasm that shook the
stone cottage right to the foundations.

The small woman was silent and still below me for a minute as we
both regained our other senses. I pulled out, and then... it was
the damnedest thing. Sangeeta started licking her out again.

My wife licked and sucked, pulling my seed back out of Privathi
and eating it. I didn't know whether to be turned on or
disgusted, and in fact I was both at once.

After that, the two women began to suck my cock. Both of them at
once!

Two exotic Asian beauties, the scientist and the party girl. So
similar, yet actually they were complete opposites.

I took one gleaming black head of hair in each hand as they
shared my cock and balls between each other, and at that moment,
I was superman.

Anyone would be lucky to have the love and attention of either
one of them, and I had them both at once! My cock was like a
steel rod, yet my balls were empty. It was a feeling of power,
energy and strength. I was ready to fuck the shit out of them
both!

I had no control issues after that first orgasm. I fucked my wife
as I kissed Privathi. I fucked Privathi again as Sangeeta sat on
her face. We did it doggy style as the woman lay on top of each
other, face to face. I pulled out of one and pushed into the
other, then changed back again.

They came; Sangeeta came as I did it to her and Privathi held her
tight. Privathi came as she lay on top of my wife with her head
between the Indian woman's firm breasts, Sangeeta holding her
face as I fucked her.

And finally, late in the long incredible night, I came again, in
Privathi's mouth.



It was something that could happen just once in a lifetime I
guess. The next day Sangeeta and I left for America.



We opened an auto parts supply, my long time plan now possible
thanks to the money Privathi had secured for us. Business has
been growing fast, but Sangeeta wants us to keep living in my
dad's house; she's still nuts about my sister's baby, and she
likes the family life.





Privathi got back together with an old boyfriend and got
pregnant. She says she's very happy. He has no money, she's made
a house-husband out of him.

We're going to visit next summer. I wonder if anything will
happen?

Appendix; Sangeeta screws the lord; 
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d.htm




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