Meeting Aishwarya at the Club
The Planet Bollywood club had been closed forty minutes. Everyone else had left. The lights were out, but thin, weak rays of light eked through the front windows blinds from the streetlight outside.
Manish glanced at the piano, fingered a few notes, before joining his hands together on his lap. Thinking.
“Who said anything about that?’
“I did,” Aishwarya said quietly as if someone else in the room could overhear their conversation.
“I’m talking about me,” he said, revealing his nervousness to her.
“You never talk about you. That’s the problem.”
Things are far from perfect,” she advised him.
“Shit happens,” he said. He was getting angry again and he didn’t understand why. One of the problems they were trying to resolve to save a marriage after five months of separation.
“I wish you were happy. You’re not. Not with me. Not with yourself. I want you to understand that. I want to help you.” It wasn’t a rehearsed speech on her part and she was both surprised and elated that she’d come out with it.
“You want me to quit drinking? Is that it?” His voice was racing toward that belligerent tone she knew all to well.
“Do you need an excuse? I’ll give you one if you want,” she shot back at him. Sometimes she knew him better than he knew himself. Manish shifted on the piano bench.
“Maybe I can balance the two.”
“Work and family. Drinking and…”
“Be honest with us.” She forced a smile.
“Okay, I love you,” he said, “Honest, I do.”
“Prove it,” she replied. Hoping desperately that he meant what he’d just said.
He stood, crossed the room and offered his arms. She folded into him naturally and wrapped around him like a vine. A tear drifted down her cheek.
“Need more proof,” she said in a muffled voice as she trembled against him.
He hugged her tighter. Aishwarya let out a long mournful moan as he cupped a buttock and squeezed. Then she purred. Her hair caught in his unshaved face. It tickled.
“I’ll try to be there for you,” she whispered into his ear.
“Me too,” Manish said, his voice breaking. “Me too.”
His hand was tracing the crevice between her ass.
“It’s hard,” she said, for want of something to say. She was quite content at the moment.
“That’s because it hasn’t felt this close to you in a while.”
That made her laugh, which was good.
“We need more laughter in our lives.”
“We need a lot of things,” she said softly into his shoulder and giggled self-consciously. She had never come with him for some unknown reason and fervently hoped that maybe this time…
It felt fresh, wonderfully fresh, as if he had never touched her before. His hand cupped her mons and she felt herself growing wet. Each movement of his, each probe, carried tingling electricity with it.
She pulled out his shirttail and his erection pressed into her groin.
Aishwarya’s hands felt hot on his skin. Then she was fully off the floor, hanging off him, her lips smeared his face and neck with lipstick, as he lurched along with her, looking for the right place to set her down and fuck.
Her smell invaded him. He groped for the door, stumbling with her along as baggage. She unfastened his belt ( how he wasn’t sure ( and went for the button to his pants. He kicked out the door’s stopper. She threw the bolt, as if they had practiced it. She refused to be let down, clinging to him like a child.
Giggling playfully, she held him closer to her as his pants fell down around his knees and he staggered, almost falling over.
“No,” she protested, as he tried to lower her onto a bar stool.
“No,” again when he aimed for a table. As he limped around waiting for approval, she lifted her skirt into a ruffle and tugged on her underwear, but with her legs clasped around him in a straddle, they weren’t going anywhere.
“Damn,” she gasped urgently, charging him with excitement. The room seemed darker and strangely hot. He felt like a klutz, scanning the room for somewhere to satisfy her. She felt anxious, alive, nervous, wanton and very hungry. The hunger was for him.
She hung off him ( head lowered back, her lacy chest exposed from an unbuttoned blouse. She pointed like a lookout on the bow of a ship. He leaned his head down, took her bra in his teeth and tugged until he freed a breast, which he quickly sought and covered with his mouth and tongue. Aishwarya trembled and moaned with an eager craving for him. He found her cunt, and she gasped as much from surprise as pleasure. He felt her heat pressed against him, and it drove him to an impatient frenzy. He was about to drop her ( she was leaning so far off him. But her legs gripped him like a vise. He found the other breast and went after it with his tongue.
She couldn’t help but cry out, “God yes!” And her legs gripped him even tighter as she worked herself against him in an unmistakable motion.
“Oh, God!” she said in a way that called for him to do something, anything, but he couldn’t put her down.
“Down!” She commanded.
He lowered her onto the piano bench, her head dangling off the far end, her skirt gathered at the waist. He jumped(fell(out of his khakis. She struggled free of her last barrier with an ambitious bend of the knee. The scent from her cunt overwhelmed him and he lost any sense of their surroundings, it was just them.
He maneuvered his stiff cock from the boxers confining it, and they were joined and driving toward fulfilment. They were wild animals, rutting as Aishwarya lifted her legs and encircled his shoulders, then his neck while his cock delved deep into her womb like molten railroad spike.
Aishwarya coached him on with sharp cries of approval and overactive hips. Her elbow smacked the keys and sounded a dissonant chord. Manish’s eyes were closed, but he saw a wall of red. All he sensed was the tightness of her vaginal walls seizing him, milking him, fucking him.
All she felt was his magnificent cock hitting her spot time after time. She knew was very close as he pounded that wonderful bone into her and grew more exhilarated with every stroke.
Manish opened his eyes and saw a red light from the EXIT sign. Focusing on Aishwarya, he saw her hair stretched down like spilled water toward the floor. He could see darkness down her throat as she laughed ( a nasty, pleasure-ridden, guttural laugh. He had been a long time waiting to hear that laugh.
He warned her, and she liked that.
“Wait… wait…” she pleaded.
I can’t,” he groaned, and began to spurt his seed.
What started as another one of her laughs gave way to a shriek and ended with a sharp sounding of satisfaction, loud and honest ( as honest as anything she’d ever said to him. Honest in a way he lived to hear.
“C…Coming! Christ, I’m gonna…!”
“Come on Aishwarya! Come on, Lover!”
Aishwarya came; exploding in a series of grunts and found to her amazement she couldn’t stop coming. Clinging tightly to his frame, she bucked, shook and snorted as she gulped for the oxygen necessary to maintain her fucking activity. Ever so slowly, the orgasm subsided. Still, Manish’s mouth was agape as he watched her, frozen in position on her back, trembling in the midst of the aftershock, her rumpled bra up over her breasts, her curled fingers clenching her nipples as she gasped for breath.
“Leave it in lover, ahhhhhhh! Don’t ever take it out.” Aishwarya’s ass squirmed on the piano bench.
“Ohhh,” she giggled, “did I ever tell you you’re the most delicious fuck I’ve ever had?” And pulled his head down and covered his face with wet, mushy kisses.
A few minutes later, Manish ran one hand over her still quivering ass and whispered hoarsely, “You really liked that, didn’t you?”
Aishwarya said nothing, but only nodded her head. Manish got up and left her lying on the bench. He took several cushions from some chairs and returned to her side.
“Lift up,” he said softly. Aishwarya slowly complied and he put the cushions under her hips and gently spread her legs apart, then knelt between them.
“Manish?” She asked rubbing her eyes with one hand, pulling on her stiffened nipple with the other.
“Does this mean we’re not finished? I mean, he’s so small now. Look at him drooping…”
“That’s exactly what it means,” he said rubbing her ass gently.
“Yeah I know, the booze always affected my performance. At least it seems that way now. Would it surprise you to know I haven’t had a drink in three months?”
“You’re kidding,” Aishwarya said in a surprised tone, then moaned softly as his hand probed between her legs to find and tease her clit.
“That’s… nice,” she cooed, as his roving fingers spread her lips apart. Aishwarya’s tongue darted out and dragged across his mouth, licking and sucking on his lower lip.
“That’s…great… I mean the not drinking.” Her finger caressed his cheek. “But the other thing is wonderful too.”
“We hardly ever took our time. Always wham, bam, I’m finished Mam.” He gazed down at her. “I’m changing that now.”
“Mmmmmmm,” Aishwarya sighed, “I like change.”
“Good, ’cause here’s something we’ve never done before.” He gave her ass one last caress then placed her calves on his shoulders, spread her cheeks apart and leaning close to her ass slowly licked the crack in front of him.
“My God Manish! What?”
“Shut up, or talk dirty,” he snarled, surprised at himself, but committed to his actions and worked his way up and down her anal crack before zeroing in on her asshole.
“Shit, yeah!” she yelped, “lick my ass! Lick my pussy,” she groaned, reaching for his cock which was no longer flaccid.
“Mmmmmm, going fuck me in the ass with this Lover?” She giggled, squeezing him.
“Haven’t decided yet” he said and tickled her asshole with his tongue.
“Eeek! That tickles!”
“I’m glad you’re a cleanliness freak,” he sputtered and worked two fingers in and out of Aishwarya’s cunt.
“I’m gonna come soon,” she whined, then shuddered as an orgasm began to overwhelm her.
Manish’s hand was soaked with her juices, but he continued to finger her, and as she relaxed her sphincter, his tongue sank into her asshole. He fully intended to fuck Aishwarya up the ass for the first time in their five year relationship, whether she wanted to or not.
“Ahhhh! That’s good!” She cried out. “Are you… do you…?”
“Up your ass? Oh, yes Aishwarya. All the way up your ass. And you’re going to love every inch of it.”
“Yes, yes, yes I will.” She turned her head to look at him. “You… You’re gonna use something…?”
“Huh? I hadn’t thought… just a second.”
Manish’s cock felt as if it was going to explode as he leaned down and grabbed Aishwarya’s purse, turning it upside down and spilling the contents. He rummaged among the rubble and found her hand lotion.
“This should work,” he said, uncapping the top and spilling a large glob into his hand he carefully coated his cock with most of it, using the remainder on her ass, then adding another glob, he pushed it up her ass with his finger.
“It feels funny with your fingers in me and whatever it is up my behind.”
“It’s your ass, and it’s my cunt soaked finger you feel up there,” he said quietly, wiping his hand on his shirt.
“Are you gonna fuck me there now?” She asked somewhat apprehensive about the idea. “Are you sure nobody’s gonna come back here tonight?”
“No, nobody’s coming in here but us.”
“Gonna loosen you up first,” he gasped and thrust a second finger in.
“Ouchy! Ouch! That hurts.”
“Want me to stop?” Manish said, coming to a halt.
“Umm, no. But be careful. I’ve dreamt about you sticking it in there several times the last couple months.”
“Nice dreams. I’ve had some of those too. I’ll be careful love. Tell me when the hurt goes away.”
Aishwarya’s ass was tight, but his finger kept easing in and her protests ended. He tried finger fucking her tight anal channel and Aishwarya squealed with pleasure.
“It’s starting to feel good,” she cried. Aishwarya felt she was being loved in the most unselfish and intimate way possible, and her love for Manish was renewed ten-fold.
Manish reached under the piano bench and spun the lever raising the bench several inches. Stepping between her legs again he reinserted his finger, marveling as her puckered hole drew his finger in.
Aishwarya watched in awe as he placed his cock at her hole and rubbed against her rear entrance. Then she sucked in her breath as he pushed firmly against it and gained about an inch. Then Manish stopped, bent down and began playing with Aishwarya’s breasts. After a minute or so, he realized Aishwarya was wriggling below him, slowly impaling herself on his cock. Taking a firm grip on her hips, he slowly moved his member out and in, Slow, short movements, each one taking him deeper. Finally he realized he was in all the way and stopped.
“My God!” Aishwarya murmured, “You’re in. You’re all the fucking way in!
“Pleased to make your acquaintance my dear,” he laughed. “Never met this side of the family before.”
Aishwarya giggled delighted that he was in and there had been so little pain.
“Fuck me. Fuck me please. I can feel you both in my ass and in my pussy. It’s unbelievable.”
Manish glanced down and saw her hole flinch as she squirmed under him.
“Feels good, does it?”
“Oh, yeah. Good, good, good. Nice and easy now, come on give me a fuck, a nice butt fuck, honey.”
“Yes, baby, oh, yes.” He groaned from the intense pleasure of it all. Aishwarya responded too, moving her hips in a slow, circular pattern, while Manish’s cock, a virtual prisoner, began pumping in and out of her vise tight grip.
Aishwarya discovered an animalistic instinct she never knew she had, and with the discovery, she developed a far different attitude toward making love.
“OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, Manish, it feels so good!”
Foolishly, he asked, “Do you like it?”
“Just shove it in me!” She snarled. “Make it hurt! Fuck my ass you bastard!”
She was immediately sorry she’d ranted at him, but how could he not know she loved this kind of fucking.
Stunned by her reply, Manish went into a frenzy, pumping her like a madman, driving his cock in and out of her ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against his stomach, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull him further into the dark abyss of her ass.
“So you like it rough, huh, how’s this for fun and games?” and he pinched her nipple with thumb and forefinger.
“Ahhhhhh!” She screamed.
“More?” he asked, ready to brutalize her.
“I’m coming!” she cried. “I’m coming! Oh, Christ, Jesus in heaven, I’m coming!”
Aishwarya shuddered in ecstasy under him, then screamed in pain as a cramp bit harshly into her hamstring.
“What? What is it?” He said, alarmed.
“Cramp! A fucking cramp, pull out, I gotta get up!”
“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed, withdrawing from her and helping her to stand. Then he knelt down and massaged her thigh until she told him it had subsided.
“I’m sorry,” she said contritely. “Are you ready to go again?”
“Yeah, let’s try a different position tho, Here, let me sit on the bench and you straddle me. Work it back up your ass.”
As Aishwarya complied, easing her ass back onto his cock, Manish reached around her and strummed her nipples.
“Like before,” she said, starting to pant like a bitch in heat, twisting her body like a corkscrew on his pulsating prick. “Pinch them hard, don’t worry, I like it.”
“Ahhhh! That’s it! Yes, oh yes!”
Aishwarya began pounding herself up and down on Manish. With one hand he reached the top of her mons and searched out her clit. As he teased it while squeezing her nipple, Aishwarya came almost at once.
Manish followed immediately. Shortly, Aishwarya stopped churning on his shrivelled cock and lay back in his arms as his cock slipped from her dilated ass. He held her tight as they tried to catch their breath.
“That was the best ever,” she whispered into the hollow of his neck. For a long time after her head hung limp. Her chest rose and fell toward recovery. With an effort she managed to look up, holding on to him so he wouldn’t move. Wouldn’t leave her. Makeup smears or runs. Her face was a glorious red, her eye makeup hopelessly smeared, visible even in the darkness. Her eyes filled with wonder, hope and promise.
She took him by the hair and pulled him to her and whispered in a husky voice, “You’re coming home with me tonight, right?”
“If you want me. too,” there was a new hope in his tone.
“Oh, and there is one condition about this new start.”
“Umm, what’s that?”
“We’ve gotta get us a piano.”
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