Chapter 1: Introduction
The rooftop terrace of Auckland City Hospital was bathed in the soft, warm glow of early evening. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air, mingling with the aroma of expensive perfumes and the whispered secrets exchanged among colleagues. The view of the city skyline was breathtaking, with the Waitemata Harbour shimmering under the setting sun.
Dhanuja stood by the railing, her dark hair cascading down her back in loose waves, eyes scanning the cityscape. She was a vision in her traditional white sari and green blouse highlighting her curves and complementing her glowing fair complexion.
The soft fabric clung to her hips, accentuating her sway when she moved. Her bangles jangled softly as she raised her glass of wine to her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Across the terrace, David watched Dhanuja with unabashed interest. He had noticed her earlier, her beauty standing out among the crowd. She was a stark contrast to the other women here, with her classical elegance and unmistakable charm. Her expressive brown eyes held a depth that intrigued him, and her smile could light up the entire terrace.
He had been invited to Mike's and Dhanuja's marriage in Kerala, India., but he hadn't been able to make the trip. This was the first time he was seeing his friend's wife and couldn't help envying his friend.
He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He wanted to run his fingers through her long, dark hair, feel her skin, taste her lips. He was enthralled by her, and he hadn’t even talked to her yet.
Mike appeared at his side, holding two glasses of wine. "Here you go, mate," he said, handing one to David. "Have you met Dhanuja yet?"
David took the glass, his eyes still on Dhanuja. "No, not yet," he said, slapping his friend on his shoulder, "you lucky bastard!"
Mike laughed, a hearty sound that carried over the hum of the crowd. "Come on, let me introduce you."
Mike led David over to where Dhanuja was standing, her eyes scanning the crowd. When they approached, she turned, her smile blooming like a flower under the sun.
"Dhanuja, this is David, my friend and the guy who helped me settle in when I first moved here. He is the head of baby-making department at the hospital and oversees the OB-GYN and fertility departments. David, this is my beautiful wife, Dhanuja."
David held out his hand, a charming smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Dhanuja. I've heard so much about you."
Dhanuja took his hand, feeling a jolt at the touch. "The pleasure is mine, David. I've heard about you too, from Mike."
David's eyes lingered on hers, and she felt a warmth spread through her. She had to remind herself that she was a married woman, and this was just a simple introduction.
As the evening progressed, David couldn't tear his eyes away from Dhanuja . He watched as she laughed with Mike's colleagues, her hands gesturing gracefully as she spoke. He noticed the way her hips swayed when she walked, the way her sari draped over her curves. He could imagine the softness of her skin, the taste of her lips. He was hard as a rock, and it was all he could do not to adjust himself.
When Mike excused himself to talk to a colleague, David saw his opportunity. He approached Dhanuja, offering her a drink.
"You look like you could use a top-up," he said, holding up his glass.
Dhanuja smiled, taking the drink from him.
"Thank you, David. It's been a lovely evening."
As the evening progressed, David felt increasingly tormented by Dhanuja's beauty and she seemed completely oblivious to his eyes following her every move.
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Back home after the party, Mike was beaming, clearly turned on by his gorgeous wife being the life of the party and the center of attention.
He pulled Dhanuja close for a kiss as they stepped into the house, his hands gripping her hips possessively.
"You were stunning tonight, Dhanuja," he murmured against her lips before claiming them in a sloppy, eager kiss.
Dhanuja kissed him back as the couple hurriedly undressed each other as they stumbled to the bedroom, their discarded clothes forming a trail from the living room to the master bedroom.
Mike pushed her onto the bed, his eyes filled with desire as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. His hands went straight for her naked breasts, groping them roughly.
Dhanuja let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch. She caressed her husband's growing erection over his boxers.
"Mike, can we do it slowly tonight? I want to feel every inch of you inside me."
"Of course sweetheart," Mike said bending forward and kissing her lips as she pulled his boxers down and freed his cock.
He was already hard, his cock standing to attention.
Dhanuja took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly, watching Mike’s reaction. She loved the feel of him becoming harder in her hand, loved the way his breath caught and his eyes glazed over.
He pushed her back on the bed and climbed over her, his body covering hers. Dhanuja spread her legs wider, welcoming him into her. She could feel the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance, teasing her. She needed him inside her, filling her but wished he would go down on her and lick her to orgasm before putting it in.
But Mike preferred the missionary position and rarely deviated from his pattern.
Mike thrust into her, a grunt escaping his lips. Dhanuja gasped at the sudden intrusion, her body stretching to accommodate him. He started to move, his hips pumping against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her with quick, shallow thrusts.
Dhanuja tried to match his rhythm, her hips lifting to meet his. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of her husband inside her as her body started responding and wetness flooded to her pussy.
She wanted it to be more, wanted to feel him deeper, but Mike's thrusts remained hurried, driven by his own need.
She wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted him to explore her body, not just fuck her. She wanted to be worshipped, to be fucked with passion and love, not just used for his release. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, but Mike was already close.
She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, his breath coming faster and harder. He was close to coming, and she was still waiting for her own release.
"Mike, wait," she whispered, her nails digging into his back. "Not yet."
He grunted, his hips still moving, his cock sliding in and out of her with short, quick thrusts. "Come with me, Dhanuja," he panted. "Come with me, baby."
But she couldn't. She wasn't there yet. She wasn't even close. She needed more.
When he screamed at the point of release, she faked an orgasm to appease her husband.
Mike collapsed on top of her, his body slick with sweat and his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Dhanuja lay there, her body unsatisfied. Minutes later, Mike was asleep, snoring softly.
Dhanuja lay awake, her body still tingling with unsatisfied desire. She could still feel the emptiness inside her, the ache that Mike had not satisfied. She felt a wave of frustration wash over her. This was not the first time she had faked an orgasm. She loved her husband, but their sex life was lacking. She needed more, wanted more.
She was throbbing with desire, her clit aching for some attention. She slipped her hand under the sheets and began to rub her clit in slow, circular motions. She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly with the pleasure.
She had done this many times before, after Mike had rolled off her and fallen asleep, leaving her wanting more. She knew her own body well, knew exactly what she needed to reach orgasm. She rubbed harder, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps.
She could feel the pleasure building inside her, could feel the warmth spreading through her body. She was close, so close. She needed just a little more.
She slipped her other hand under the sheets, her fingers finding her entrance. She was wet, so wet. She slid a finger inside, a soft groan escaping her lips.
She could feel her pussy clenching around her finger, the muscles contracting as she moved it in and out, fucking herself with her own hand.
She added a second finger, her thumb returning to her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure took over. She fucked herself faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit with a ferocity that matched the storm inside her.
She bit her lip to stifle her moans, not wanting to wake Mike. When her orgasm hit, waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body thrashing under the sheets as she rode out the intensity of her climax. She came hard, her muscles clenching around her fingers, her pussy pulsing as she soaked her hand with her juices.
Another thing happened when her orgasm hit. Something that had never happened before. David's handsome face flashed before her closed eyes at the moment of her release, startling her.
She had never fantasized about another man while making love to her husband before. She felt a pang of guilt for imagining another man and took a cold shower before returning to bed and laying next to her snoring husband, her mind at conflict refusing to let her sleep however much she tried.