Kalpana & "Sir" Ch. 10

Shehla leaned forward and rested her hands on the kitchen counter while Kapil held her hips and fucked her with slow, powerful and deep thrusts. Every once in a while he kneaded her tits over her bra. He just hadn't found the time to undo it. Shehla felt little shivers of pleasure spread outwards from her pussy as Kapil gradually speeded up his pace. She could feel a massive tide gather inside her and she started pushing her hips back against his thrusts, to help speed it up. Kapil's thrusts became ever more frenzied as he responded to Shehla's movements...

"Aaaahhh...!" Shehla vocalised and her pussy clamped tight around his shaft as the tide broke and she experienced a massive climax. While she slumped on the kitchen platform, spent and exhausted, she felt a little twinge in her lower belly, a bit like period pain. Kapil waited for her to recover, his hard cock still lodged right up her cunt. He hadn't yet cum.

He kept caressing her back, soothing her as she slowly climbed down from her high. He took the opportunity to undo the clasp of her bra. He could now take the pleasure of fondling her bare breasts and teasing her tight, stiff nipples. He found that her breasts were not very big but still made nice little handfuls, while her nipples were stiff and rather long. He hugged her from behind around her chest and straightened up, making her stand straight too. That's when she realized that his hard cock was still lodged up her cunt and that he hadn't yet cum!

"Jiju, bedroom mein chaliye, please!"

"Jiju, let's go to the bedroom, please!" She entreated when he started thrusting into her in the standing position.

He pulled out with a loud sucking noise and she led him to her bedroom. She let him pull off her kameez but insisted on keeping her torn slip on. At her whispered directions, he got a big Turkish towel from her wardrobe and spread it on the bed, then lay her down on her back. At last, she was ready for him to take her as she wanted, in the face to face missionary position.

He mounted her and once again, his hard cock was buried balls deep in her hot, wet, tight and velvety pussy while she gripped his hips tightly with her legs. Supporting his upper body on his elbows, he unleashed a staccato burst of hard, deep, energetic thrusts, taking pleasure of her tight young body. She lost herself in a fog of ecstasy as she lay spread-eagled under him, revelling in absorbing his energetic thrusts and feeling his thick cock probe the innermost reaches of her cunt. Her half closed eyes registered his face contorted in a rictus of utter lust and she thrilled to the feel of his sweat dripping on her face and his saliva dribbling into her open mouth as he continued to pound her into submission. She was in a state of euphoria, experiencing a continuous series of little climaxes until Kapil finally climaxed too, unloading pulse after pulse of his hot, thick semen deep inside her.

"Uuuhhhh..." He exhaled ecstatically and then collapsed on top of her, utterly exhausted. They could feel each other's wildly throbbing hearts as he lay on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck and shoulder. He breathed in the scent of her hair, her thick plait partly undone during their energetic fucking.

Finally, after having regained his breath, he raised his face and looked at her. Her eyes were closed as he lightly kissed her lips. That was their first kiss. She opened her eyes and kissed him back, lightly and tentatively. Soon, they were exchanging tender little kisses, tongues darting out to lick each other's lips, breathing in the scent of each other's mouths, tasting each other's saliva...

"Could heaven be any better than this?" Shehla thought woozily, revelling in the weight of his body pressing down on her. At long last, his deflated penis slipped out of her pussy and he got off of her...

Almost immediately, feelings of guilt and remorse overwhelmed Shehla.

"Ya Allah! Yeh maine kya kar diya! Meri sabse kareebi saheli ke sath kitna bada dhokha kiya!"

"Oh God! What have I done! I've betrayed my closest friend!" Shehla whispered, covering her face with her hands. Sobs wracked her body and tears of remorse streamed down her eyes.

"Shh... Shehla, ro mat. Kuchh nahi bigda hai. Mein Kalpana ko sab kuchh samjha doonga. Tum bilkul fikr mat karo!"

"Shh... Shehla, don't cry. There will be no problem. I'll explain everything to Kalpana. Don't you worry!" Kapil soothed her, caressing her face until she stopped sobbing. Shehla was too much in a state of emotional shock to understand the full import of Kapil's words. She just unthinkingly latched on to what he said, like a drowning person clutching at straws.

"Kya aap sachmuch Didi ko sab bataa denge?"

"Will you really tell everything to Didi?"

"Bilkul. Hum dono ek doosre se kuchh nahi chhipate."

"Of course. We don't hide anything from each other."

Shehla could believe this, since she and her hubby too had never hidden anything from each other. There was no way Shehla could've imagined all that had transpired between Kapil and Kalpana over the past so many months, leading up to the day's events...

"Kya Didi mujhe kabhi maaf karengi?"

"Will Didi ever forgive me?"

"Yeh sab tum mujhpar chhod do! Bilkul fikr mat karo!"

"Leave it to me. Don't worry!"

"H'm!"

There was thoughtful silence for some time.

"Suno Shehla. Hamey phir se milna hoga!"

"Listen, Shehla. We must meet again!" He wasn't giving her a choice.

Kapil then talked about establishing a good channel of communication, something that was reliable but couldn't be easily intercepted. Using Shehla's laptop, he created an email account and explained that they should communicate by leaving messages for each other in the drafts folder. He wrote down the email ID and password and gave a copy to Shehla and kept one for himself, admonishing her to check for messages at least twice a day.

Shehla was dazed, tired and emotionally drained as Kapil dressed and left. She barely summoned up the energy to throw the soiled towel in the laundry hamper and give herself a perfunctory clean up with a wet towel and then collapsed in bed, still wearing the torn slip. She hugged herself and sighed, breathing in Kapil's scent pervading her bed, her clothes, and her body and soon slipped into deep slumber...

***

Kalpana was an impulsive, sentimental, emotional woman. When she invited Shehla to her society's social gathering, she hadn't done it on purpose to put Shehla and Kapil together. She had acted on the spur of the moment, out of genuine concern for Shehla. Neither she, nor Kapil and least of all Shehla could have foreseen what happened thereafter. The events had just unfolded, acquiring their own momentum. Kalpana many times acted impulsively and it worked out well most of the time. Only time would tell how things would pan out now...

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