After a long time, thanks to the

marriage of Raj's younger brother, all

the friends were gathered in
Bombay. In the busy life of grown
ups such occasions are the only
source of getting together, a must
attended reunion. There was only
laughter and memories to recall and
tease each other. Gossip, fooling,
roaring laughter, and what not; the
grey whiskers seemed to be placed
on a few teenagers. Olds buddies
were not interested in anything but
themselves. The party was to go on
to early hours of dawn, when Raj's
father sent for me. I went to see him
and was told that some of their
guests could not get the flight to
Bombay so they were reaching Pune.
Raj's father, considering me a
responsible man, requested to make
arrangements for them to reach
Bombay. So it was decided that I
leave early in the morning for Pune
and drive them back to Bombay.

Well now the problem was to get

leave from my buddies. Impossible.
Nobody was even ready to listen to
such a request. I called Raj to a side
and told him that if I didn't get
proper sleep, it would be very hard
to do as told. He was to do
something. After a few minutes Vijay
a cousin of Raj came to me and
declared that I was being called by
the elders again. As I came out Vijay
told me to go to his bedroom and
sleep there. Nobody would suspect
anything and the search for me
would only lead to other places. I
thanked him and made for his room.
His wife and family would be coming
back in the morning, as the functions
of dholki etc were to good enough to
hold them away.

Thanking God I slipped into

bedroom. In this unexpected place I
had no clothes to change into. So, all
I did was to lock the door, set the
alarm of the bedside clock and get
into the cover wearing only my
wristwatch. Within minutes I was fast
asleep.

I don't know how it happened, but

when I woke up, I found myself
entangled in the arms of someone.
The lights were dim and I could not
make much of my condition. It made
me feel like a star of our Indian
movies asking the silly question
"Mein Kahan Hoon"{Where Am I}. I
had a bit of difficulty placing myself.
Questions rising in my mind

Where am I?

Who is this sleeping beside me?

Is it a trick played on me, or am I

really that lucky?

Height of confusion!

I was just thinking of ways to handle

the situation. The problem was that
you could only escape a situation
when you knew where you stand.

The confusion led to my turning on

my back. At that very moment I felt
a stirring in my companion. I just
pulled the covers to my face trying
to plan my course of action, when
out of the blue, a hand got hold of
my cock. This rascal has its own
ways and timings. It was pointing
towards the ceiling.

Confusion increases.

Before I could take any action, the

hand was replaced by something wet
and warm. Then a movement... and
when I dared to take a peek,
someone was inserting my dick into
her pussy, while facing the other way
towards my feet. I just raised my
hands to stop her but I was too slow
for her quickness, she had impaled
herself on me before I could stop her.
I got hold of her.

'What are you doing?' I said.

It was her jumping off me in panic

that was more startling.

'Who are you and what are you doing

here?' She shouted.

This was Vijay's wife.

Her turning around made her fall on

me and the dick that had hardly
come out of her went back into her
lodging.
Now she was facing me and settled
with the cock in her. We were so
badly entangled because of her
twisting and turning that
disengaging needed quite an effort.

'I thought it was Vijay'.

She had come for an errand and

opened her room with her set of
keys. Seeing a man in her bed made
her think it was Vijay. Now a girl of
twenty-five and being excited about
the marriage taking place gave her
the impish thought of giving her
husband a sexy surprise. Her
confused beautiful face blushing red
and her lovely body convulse and
going bent double made her still. It
was all her fault. She did not have
the courage to face me or move.
Ashamed and confused she sat
numb. The sight gave me a harder
on. (Even now the memory gives me
a throbbing heart and a smile from
ear to ear).

I sat up. Thanks to our slim figures

this was easy, without losing
penetration. I looked towards her.
Her head was still down and her chin
was touching her chest. I lifted her
face with my fingers and there was a
sight to see. She was a beauty in
glory. Tears filled her eyes and her
blinking pushed two pearls roll down
her cheeks. I tried to console her. I
wiped the tears off her face. 'It was
an accident and accidents don't
happen intentionally'. I told her.

She broke in tears.

I was in a fix. How do I handle this

situation?

I never knew.
All I could do was to hold her tightly
and tell her that nothing had gone
wrong. But this fuelled the fire. The
crying and sobs grew more.

Now it was my turn to panic. If

somebody did happen to catch us in
this position then I might have been
declared the creator of this scene.
Try to silence her I placed my hand
on her mouth and begged her to
lower her voice. She did not like my
hand on her mouth and tried to free
herself from my grip. This struggle
made her fall back. Now I was sitting
between her legs with my cock still
in her pussy that had started to go
dry by now. I was slightly bent over
her so that my hand could still be in
touch with her mouth. After a couple
of minutes she started to listen to
what I was saying. This cooled her
and the struggling and crying
stopped.
I tried to cheer her up with some silly
jokes. I don't remember whether silly
or witty, but something I said
brought a smile on her face. We told
each other our sides of the story and
how it led to this. An understanding
was reached to hush up and let
anyone else know about the event. If
exposed it would mean a big crisis
and may be some serious fight. In
our society for her it might have
ended with her being turned out of
the house but I could be struck
extremely rough. At least I made her
believe this. Her silence was of more
importance to me than her.

When we agreed to this, I kissed her

as a token sealing the pact. I kissed
her forehead. I felt the stirring down
there. The dick was still up and hard.
When I raised my head after the kiss
on the forehead, I saw two lovely
eyes staring at me in the eyes.

I felt as if she had something to say,

which was hard to come out of her.
When our eyes met it seemed
something had got hold of me. This
was the moment I realised my
erection had held the fort till now, or
rather it had been perfectly held by
the fortified walls. Her eyes caught
hold my soul something unexpected
and strange made me go down bend
my head and kiss her eyes, one after
the other. I was in a trance so I can
never be able to tell which one I
kissed first. She closed her eyes and
held her breath. I never had the
courage to break away. I gave a soft
kiss on her nose and then her upper
lip. A few more very soft ones on her
upper lip and then all of a sudden
she leapt up to meet my mouth. That
glued us to each other. A little later I
felt myself moving. It was not an in
and out, out and in game. Something
sublime was taking place. How can
something so lovely, so elevating
and so life-giving be called wrong?
There were no Ahs and Ohs, or
maybe they were there but all I
sensed was a music, an ecstasy or
something so delicious and out of
this world as they say. I don't know
English very well, I think in a
different language, dream in a
different language and here I am to
write it in English, but I think, had I
the opportunity to write in my
Mother tongue I would have ran
short of words to convey the feel I
experienced.

Nature took its course and the

ejaculation ended my ecstasy. I can't
say whether she had an orgasm or
not, but I think she felt good about
the whole affair. After lying there for
a little while, we parted she cleaned
herself with some tissue papers and
put on her dress. She walked to the
door, unlocked it, without turning
around she opened it and got out. As
she turned to close the door she just
said 'SHUKRIYA', a single word of
Hindi meaning Thank You. I heard
her turn the key and the door was
locked.

I flushed away those tissue papers

and sprayed deodorant in all
directions in the room to cover the
aroma of our lovemaking. Never did I
want to leave any evidence behind
that could create questions. I drove
to Pune and brought the guests
home. I remained mum throughout
the marriage functions. Everybody
thought that it was the fatigue that
had silenced me. I met that lady
many times after that night but in a
very formal and dignified manner.
Never did the idea of approaching
her again ever occur to me. I always
took it as my duty to carry our secret
to the grave.

This story is true but for the proper

nouns. Whenever I hear someone
thanking other mortal I feel the
words never as truly coming from
the heart as the ones I was lucky to
hear.