Moments of Delhi Delights

Moments of Delhi Delights

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Aviraj pulled into the visitor’s parking space that the attendant’s gloved hand pointed to. The monsoon season’s rains had eased, perhaps for some hours, and allowing him to hope that he would get back to his family’s more modest home, before the downpours resumed. He pushed the control button and the BMW’s soft-top slowly cut out the warmth of the sun, filtered through the veil of misty clouds that drifted overhead. He secured it, heard the soft hum of the windows as he closed them until only a small air gap remained.

He grabbed his suit jacket off the passenger seat, stepped out of the car, adjusted his sky-blue, open-necked, shirt and, gripping his leather laptop case, made his way to Three, New Aspects Place. The name suggested the changed views that those living here, in a select development, had purchased.

His uncle and aunt, Arun and Lavanya Chowdhury lived in a posh New Delhi suburb and seemed to want for nothing; Arun running his business interests from a small enterprise complex some miles, and a nightmare journey, away and leaving his wife to manage their independent home in its landscaped grounds; the winding paths through the palm trees and shrubbery leading you to their front door and those of others. The palms trunks lining the paths had been marked by two, narrow, red and white bands, looked as if they stood guard as you walked past the neatly tended grass; the lush greenery of everything you looked at immaculately kept.

The white façade of the three-storey upscale house, seeming like a giant hand had haphazardly stacked one box on top of another, was only too modern in its appearance, with recessed terraces, a wide balcony, and projecting canted roofs, so not quite flat, that offered both shade and some cover from the downpours to the wide sliding windows. Air-con ensured you could close out the intolerable heat of summer, but that had been broken by the monsoon rains that had finally announced their arrival in recent days; the torrential rains making many roads impassable until the drains eased the floods.

His uncle, a Chowdhury like himself, answered the door, giving him but a cursory and appraising glance. As always, he was immaculately clothed, this time in a navy-blue suit tailored to fit his bulky frame, the mass of his swept back greying hair lending him a certain distinction.

“Lavanya said you might be calling in,” he said without offering any words of greeting, the man aloof as ever. “Don’t keep her for long, will you? She has much to do for a dinner I am hosting here for clients…tomorrow night.” His dark piercing eyes took in Arun’s appearance. “You are dressed for work…”

“Yes,” he acknowledged, “I have had another success…I am calling in to settle Lavanya’s consultancy fee…than I call on others.”

His explanation was given only to freely. He wanted the man to be gone so that he had time to spend with Lavanya, beautiful and serene, her bindi mark to be seen on her smooth forehead.

“He is properly brought up, Arun…” Lavanya observed, coolly, and intervening. She brushed past her husband and kissed Avi’s cheeks. “I am glad you could call in…”

Out of Arun’s sight he pouted a knowing smile, delighted in her dark blue saree that shaped her tended, bosomy, figure. “The client was pleased with the software that I wrote…that you helped me with. I was passing, so….”

They each sensed Arun’s impatience. “Well, I am leaving…the driver will be wondering what is keeping me….” Arun chose to look only at Lavanya. “I will see you tomorrow…about five…back in time for the party.”

“Everything will be as you want it to be, husband…” she answered him, deferentially and her words carefully chosen. “The helper and I will see that it is so…” Lavanya sensed that Avi had already stepped inside her home. “Why can you not be more friendly…you rarely see him…have no cause to be as you are with him?”

They had taken a few steps along the path, out of Avi’s hearing.

“You do not charge him enough for the work you do…he turns over enough to be able to afford it. And what is more, he knows enough not to be so reliant on you mentoring him…let his business, and Aviraj, stand on its own feet.”

“It is my choice, and the money he pays is not so important. I make it up with other client work…family stays family.” She wanted Arun to be gone and to have time with her handsome nephew, his devotion and attentive ways a source of succour and unrestrained pleasure.

Arun shrugged, not persuaded by what she had told him. “It’s your decision…”

“Yes, it is,” Lavanya smiled. She was not to be influenced by what her husband had to say. His controlling of her was nothing new, and Avi’s presence would again soothe her fraying nerves. She put a hand to her hair, swept it away from her face as she met Arun’s lingering look upon her. For once he had not been critical of her choice of dress, the plain indigo fabric of her sari wrapped around her hips, legs and over Kıbrıs Escort her left shoulder in nivi style, a plain sleeveless blouse, in a matching colour worn modestly; a silver, bangled, pendant necklace and dangling earrings a bright counterpoint to it all.

She had not dressed in the way that she had, put on her jewellery, for him but for Avi, her lover, business advice client and, yes, her nephew on her husband’s side of the family. That distinction had begun to matter to her, more and more, as plans for them took on a distinct purpose that went beyond the pursuit of wayward and distracting pleasure.

“Go carefully…and until tomorrow!” Lavanya managed to call out, only to receive an answering wave of one hand, and an unseeing look over Arun’s shoulder.

It was ever thus, and their problems in having children not softening the man and making her life with him any easier. Her work mentoring others was one thing; for Avi to be in her life, and in the ways that he now was, something else entirely. Her need of him overcame all scruples, or restraint, and it had been so for some time, the handsome young man with that shock of silky black hair swept back over his head, just as Arun, a visual reminder of how her husband had once looked. But his behaviour towards her had changed and the speaking out of soft words as he once did the ways of another man.

Arun still claimed her, had done so only the night before, but his ways did not bring to her the result that she craved, or there were problems. Of this she had not to speak to Avi and continued to wonder whether to do so. Her relationship with him, through marriage and not blood, would seem only too calculating and purposeful, yet she yearned to make a cherished dream become real before it was too late.

“You see, I think, how it is for me…?” she now told him, her voice echoing in the hallway as she locked the front door, Avi’s blurred image to be seen through the floor-to-ceiling screen of leaded glass in which had been set the colourful image of a peacock’s feather.

She took Avi’s outstretched hand as he drew near and swept her up into his arms.

“Yes, I’ve seen that again….and I am the one to mend you.”

The energetic and amorous woman that he had discovered his aunt to be, so encouraging in his work endeavours, had to be coaxed out of her despondent ways. He knew just how destructive of settled family life this could all become, and yet he ached to know of her again, the beautiful woman that gripped his arm and persuaded him to leave his laptop bag on one of the narrow sofas that lined the inner hall.

“Do that, and so much more!”

 

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“Don’t go…you don’t have to go just yet,” she asked in a dreamy voice, her hand brushing Avi’s thigh and seeking to restrain him.

The young man she now looked at continued to pursue her, the infatuation of a once pubescent young man becoming the lustful and energetic attentions of a lover. Just thinking of him soon being with her, and sharing in forbidden pleasures, some would say, and with Arun soon to be gone to the office, had set her libido raging even through the attentions of her husband during the night.

Avi had the looks of some Bollywood actor, a tall and slender man with a smooth-skinned face; his skin like polished wood, a rich mahogany. Avi had shaved, but his high-cheeked face bore the signs of his beard; silken black hair was swept back from his forehead. She gloried in her lover’s virility, the trail of hair that ran from his chest and down over his belly to end in that tangled, mat at his groin. It glistened form their sex, and from it sprang that glorious pole of flesh, thick and slightly curved, its domed tip shining from her moisture and all that he had expelled into her; the copious spurts of his semen unconfined during their uninhibited nor restrained union. She brushed fingers over her pussy’s lips; knew that its walls had been stretched to finally take all of him.

Her lover had the Chowdhury looks, that mane of black hair that her Arun and Avi’s father possessed; looks passed down through the generations it seemed.

Avi stood by her as she moved to kneel on the bed.

“Don’t go…the helper has her chores to deal with and will not be back for some hours.” She spoke as he felt her press lips to his stomach, as her hands gripped his buttocks and pulled him to her, had his penis rub between the heavy tumble of her aching breasts.

“I have given all that I have in me,” he groaned as Lavanya’s lips sank over the bulbous tip and she sucked. “Now I must go…or the rains will keep me from getting home…I have another customer to see on my way there.”

“And I thought you would keep all the hours of today free and only for me,” she smiled up at him, her voice teasingly petulant. She did not stop in her caresses. “I know that what we do is special…so special to you.”

“It is, but I want to risk nothing…not where it concerns you,” he answered, bending to kiss her and Lefkoşa Escort meeting Lavanya’s probing tongue as she brazenly offered it and for him to suck upon, then she on his. The actions mimicked those of their union on the wide bed that filled the small guest bedroom. “We…I…we both took a risk…did not use a condom.”

“Did you not like that…how it was?” she murmured, claiming his penis with her lips once more, then coaxing him to kiss her and taste the product of their prolonged rut. “I felt so much more…how you filled me…so deep.” She felt him flinch in response to her direct ways of speaking out. “I am being honest with you…Avi, darling Avi…the time has come for me to do that.”

She felt a tightening of the muscles in her throat. How was she to keep up the pretence and not be deceitful?

“Will you be honest then, with me…and say why we do not use a condom?” He had eased her hold on him and gone to the washstand, screened from view by a wall that came to shoulder height. He could peer over it, and now gloried in his aunt’s beauty, her tended yet fleshy body, in the swaying tumble of her firm breasts that her sari blouse had shaped so enticingly when she and Arun had greeted him.

“Avi…Avi,…stay a moment or two longer…please?”

“And we do it again, no condom?”

“Yes, no condom…I…I want your seed in me…”

Her grip on his sac and penis kept him standing over her as she worked him with her hands and mouth. He pushed forward, his hands in her hair and he then bent down to kiss Lavanya, could taste what they had shared on her lips.

“Who will you say is…?” he began but she silenced him with her deepening kisses. Lavanya fell back on the bed, revealed her sex and pulled him down onto her.

“I will deal with everything!” she gasped through snatched kisses as he pushed her thighs apart and knelt between them, bent to kiss her belly as his fingers worked her, parted pink pussy lips before his tongue darted into her or slicked over her heat.

“And I will please you, again….”

His nose was assailed by her love scent; his tongue and lips tasted her sex juices, and he felt the gnawing cramp of anticipation to know of her and that her clamping caresses demanded of him. He settled between her wonderfully warm thighs, soon slicked his tongue slowly over her bald pussy that now felt as smooth as glass, her dark brown pussy lips a cover for the pink of her vagina, its glistening wetness. It felt like silk to his tongue as it probed into her in flickering swirls; darted in to mimic the act of their union once more and soon.

The primal sounds of their uninhibited foreplay, the waft of her perfume mingled with the pungent aroma of her sex was again like an aphrodisiac to him. He moved to lean over her, felt Lavanya’s hands search for and grip him in her feverish need to do it again. He sensed it in her tugging and wrenching claims on his prick, behaviour unlike all previous moments of extended foreplay. His blood hummed in his veins, he gloried again in every curve and dip of her naked body and knew that he would leave her deeply satisfied.  

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He gave her no respite from his renewed and passionate claims upon her.

“Yes…yes, Avi! Suck on it….lick me all over! Make me ready for you!” Lavanya gasped, clawing at him, oblivious of how she was asking it of him again. He alternated his kisses and licks, between her clit and her pussy, jabbing his rolled tongue into her; tasted this passionate woman’s juices. “Enough…enough of that!” She tore her mouth away from his lips; shuddered as he pushed his penis against her opening. “Yes…yes, put it in me!”

“You’ll break me…oh, how you break me,” he groaned, gripping her breasts and squeezing on them as Lavanya’s muscles gripped on his penis; as he slicked his mouth over those beguiling nipples and sucked hard. The clamp of her hands on his buttocks drew him to her; the scratch and prick of her nails at the base of his spine, over his buttocks, setting the tempo she wanted of him. Lavanya’s feet scrabbling on the counterpane as she sought to sustain the excruciating and wayward pleasure that she had again aroused with him.

She’d not beg for a reprieve but pursued the act until she felt the rushes of his climax, the delirium she was always overwhelmed by when with him. Her raging libido had again been aroused by the sight of him, and the lust for her nephew had to be satisfied, but this time in ways she no longer wanted any control over.

It was her time; she wanted his seed…to feel it planted so deep in her body and where Arun did not reach, blessed as he was. She needed more…so much more.

“Let it all go…let it all go! You have pleased me already!” she yelped, cramped her thighs around his bucking hips and clung to him with her arms, her hands caressing his back, one then holding his head as she shared in their breaths of effort. She felt her body wracked by the surges of pleasure that his movements aroused. Girne Escort She quivered and trembled as waves of release, the flooding waves of her orgasm washed through her body, left her nerves tingling and her body shivering. He pulled out; fingered and licked her clit and she trembled, convulsed against his face and her hands scratched at his shoulders, tugged on his hair. “I said I wanted you to fill me!”

“I want to please you too…” he kissed, had Lavanya taste her juices once more as he kissed her.

“Do it before I have nothing left to give you!” she cried out, feeling that she would be overwhelmed by the sensual overload her young lover aroused in her and where her hopes were taking her. She wanted his seed to be planted deep inside her body; the agony of wanting that and the risks of being discovered too much to bear. “Do it for me…do it with…”

Avi’s actions silenced her as his cockhead penetrated her pussy’s lips once more and began its slow and searching quest into the warm depths of her voluptuous and tended body. Avi pursued again moments of teasing, sinuous and plumbing movements to finally find her again; to feel their pubic bones clash and he was claimed as deep as her loving and receptive womanhood allowed.

Lavanya slammed the soles of her feet on the counterpane and lifted her hips, pulled on him with her wrenching pussy muscles to keep him deep. All that was left of him were his slapping balls, their brush and slap against her buttocks as he plugged her; gave his aunt all that he had to pleasure her.

“Go on darling…go on! I love you for sharing this with me!”

It sounded to him that Lavanya wasn’t just interested in his body, but she had an emotional connection with him too. The results of act would lead to an ever-deepening bond, limited only by convention and…and the fact that she was married. In that one moment, everything in his life changed, became different, yet peacefully complete.

Slowly sliding out until only his cockhead remained inside the heat of Lavanya’s cunt, he lingered for only a few moments and spiralled down into the emotional and physical depths of their pleasure. Lavanya gasped in frustration as she felt herself being left empty as he withdrew, then moaned loudly in ecstasy as he plunged back in to fill her hungry, love-starved body.

“Yes, now stay there!” she demanded hoarsely, as she felt him bottom out deep inside her; wrapping her legs about his and offering sliding, claiming, caresses to his legs and hips, bucked her body and dragged on his prick as their bodies, hearts and minds became one, were synchronized in pursuit of their shared climax.

He stroked deeper and faster; he felt her pussy’s muscles grip him like a warm flannel as he sustained slow sensual, purposeful strokes. It became a dance of reckless and sublime love.

Their lips touched; her breaths hitched in her throat and Lavanya’s calls to him become a long moan as he increased the tempo of his thrusting, tamping, searching penis; Lavanya rocking her hips to match that speed. Her halting breaths, sharp and hot on his throat and chest matched the slamming of her body down onto the bed, her movements matching him expertly, stroke for stroke.

Lavanya pressed her lips to the hollow of his neck; tugged on his hair and grunted in response to the rhythm of their lustful dance of love.

“Avi,” she wheezed, “I need your cum inside me! Fill me up, give me your seed! Make me cum with you! God, Avi, I’m so close!”

“I am too…oh…oh you wonder!”

He could feel the walls of her vagina tighten around his cock, and his balls tightened in response to that sensation. Then the searing pleasure of his first ejaculation burst forth, filling Lavanya’s womb with life-creating sperm. As the pressure of his first spurts relented, her muscles contracted and gripped his cock in a desperate attempt to pull more of his seed into her hungry depths. By the time further spurts erupted from his plunging prick, Lavanya had started screaming, her orgasm holding her in its tight and body-wracking grip.

“Together…we shared in it…did that together to the end,” he sighed on a long breath, rapture close to overwhelming him and the heat of the woman beneath him, or with Lavanya’s arms and legs now wrapped around him, taking them to moments of unvisited pleasure. To know what the consequences of their rut might be had heightened his senses.

“I will let you go now,” she kissed, smiling up at him as Avi slowly withdrew, reached across her to grab the wash cloth he had placed on the bedside table, in a dish.

He washed her considerately, offered a lingering kiss to her pussy’s lips as he tried to refocus on what he still had to do. He then slipped away, out of her reach and went and washed again. He did so silently, met her look upon him in the small mirror that hung over the wash stand.

Avi felt the brush of her skirt against his legs and buttocks, lingered for only a moment in her embrace.

“I understand why you wanted me…”

“For many reasons…and don’t look so worried,” she kissed to his skin. Lavanya could not keep him from getting dressed, took from his hand the clothes that he held out to her. “The helper? She will not be back for some time…and I will clean up in here before she returns.”