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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated
as such.  The following story is for the entertainment
of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories
upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal
in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

Sheena's Awakening (M/F, wife, cheat)

        Raj, as he liked to be called, kept glancing
at me.  I did my best to avoid any eye contact.  It
was certain he knew.  How could he not.  It was
probably the biggest thing that happened among his
crowd at school.  

	"The kofta curry was just wonderful," Bina said.  She
sounded so phony even if she was sincere.

	"Thank you," I said.  "It is nothing compared to
yours."  It was wise to return compliments
immediately.

	My husband, Dinesh, was making sure everyone had a
full glass of whatever they were drinking.  He knew
how to be good host.  It didn't hurt that he
maintained an extensive liquor cabinet and an
impressive wine collection.  The men were getting
louder and more amicable, a sign that the liquor was
taking its effect.  They were in the drinking room as
how I referred it.  The wet bar, an antique dark pine
liquor cabinet, a large fireplace and a plush
comfortable sofa set adorned the room.

	"Maria, pick up the plates in there," I said to our
live-in help.  After six months they all seemed to get
lazier and lazier.  One had to keep telling them what
to do.

	She grudgingly went to the drinking room and picked
up the plates.  Maria had a cute face and I noticed
some of the husbands glancing at her.

	We usually invited Raj and Nina, fraternal twins of
Dinesh's elder brother who lived in India, to these
small get togethers with our group of friends.  Being
twenty, they got bored among the "older crowd" as they
say it.  It was wise, nonetheless, to occasionally
invite them.  One reason are those phonecalls from my
mother in law in India.  She bickered less knowing
that I kept an eye on her grandchildren.  Raj went to
my son's bedroom, probably losing to Bobby who was ten
years old on the Playstation.  Nina with those free
weekend minutes chatted nonstop on her cell phone.

	Getting back to Raj and his glances to me.  What led
to him knowing what had happened began with the
International Club cultural event at their university
auditorium two months ago.  Nina was pretty high up in
the committee arranging this event.  She wanted me to
attend and even got me the VIP seats.  It was a formal
event so I wore my black dress with spaghetti straps
that went just above my knees.  I wore my sexy high
heels and I looked my usual best.  It didn't hurt that
I had that certain feature which made men take stolen
glances.  I knew that my face had a very exotic look;
round amber eyes, full lips and a cute upturned nose.

	Being thirty-five in age, I was flattered to get the
unusual attention of a twenty years old blond hunk,
one of Nina's friends.  All of Nina's friends were
crazy about Brandon and he kept hovering over me that
night.  Nina had told me once that all the girls were
after Brandon and here he was sitting right next to me
in the dark auditorium as the show commenced.  In
taking care of the event, Nina was busy and frantic
soothing fragile egos of her so called friends and
what transpired didn't catch her attention too much. 
I saw Raj here and there, among a group of male
friends scanning out the chicks.  Other than that
nobody knew me.

          "You are so beautiful," Brandon blurted out.
 He knew I heard but I just kept looking at the show. 
It was such an unimaginative line.

          I was wet beneath the folds of my labia. 
This good looking kid was making me feel like a
teenager on her first date.  In my younger days I have
never known any boy as self assured as Brandon.

	I had long forgotten how "touch" could be a magical
thing.  If Dinesh had his arms around me, it was nice
but that was it.  There were no fireworks.  So when
Brandon's right hand touched the top of my left hand
resting on my lap, the jolt of electricity that spread
throughout my body was unprecedented..  My panties
were soaking.  My pussy was on fire.

          I let his hands rest there as we sat in the
darkened auditorium.  No words were spoken.  While I
watched some students clumsily perform a Chinese folk
dance, Brandon turned his hands so that our fingers
intertwined.  His fingers were exploring my hands. 
His thumb caressed each of my fingers outlining my
painted fingernails.  He knew he was getting to first
base.  To anyone we were just two people intently
watching the show.

          "Ladies and Gentlemen, next is a very
colorful dance from Mexico.  Enjoy!" The announcer
said.  Brandon let my hand go and boldly placed it on
my right knee.  Another jolt to my system.  Getting no
resistance, his hand inched his way up my thigh
pulling my dress up with it.  At that moment a brief
reminder of my marital status popped itself into my
mind which I promptly squashed.  The smooth flesh of
my thighs was getting exposed and I wasn't doing
anything about it.  His hand crawled up the inside of
my thighs and I tugged my dress down to cover my
exposed flesh and his probing hand.  But as his hand
inched up further, the fabric again crushed up around
my crotch area.  Anyone sitting around us could have
seen what was happening.  With only an inch to my
soaked panties, I managed to press my thighs together
blocking off further access.  Though I wanted his
fingers to touch my private flesh, I was glad that he
backed off.

          "So what happens next?" Brandon asked.

          "I haven't a clue," I replied.

          We seperated at the intermission.  I bumped
into Raj at the concession stand with his friends.  I
noticed his friends checking me out as we casually
chatted.

	Just before the second part of the show, Brandon
cornered me in the stairway.  We stole a quick kiss as
anyone could have walked in any second.  For the rest
of the show, we held hands in the cover of darkness.

	At the end of the show, nothing further was said.  As
I promised I dropped off Nina's friends and went back
home wanting to quench that fire in my pussy.

          I had dreams.  I am wearing a long rayon
floral dress in the middle of a garden.  With a single
gesture, the dress falls into a heap around my feet. 
I stand naked.  Brandon presses his body into mine
from behind.  He kisses my neck.  My breasts are in
his hands.  He plays with them.  Then his hand travels
down to my pubic mound.  His fingers are flickering my
clit.  All of a sudden I am no longer in the garden. 
Now I lay naked on the floor of an empty and dusty
warehouse.  A single stream of sunlight shines through
a broken pane way up high near the ceiling.  Brandon's
young and strong naked body is on top of me.  His
white body contrasting with my olive skin.  He is
pumping his cock deep into my pussy, his tight ass
going up and down.  I notice that we have an audience.
 I look around at the circle of people watching us. 
Brandon doesn't notice and he keeps fucking me.  I see
my husband, my son, Raj, Nina, my parents, my
supervisor, my mother in law and my brother all
watching me on the floor naked and having sex.  They
just keep watching and Brandon never stops.

         The dreams made me want Brandon more.  Being
married and raising a child would make such a tryst
difficult.  So I managed.

          Nina made me furious.  She left her car two
days ago at my home and now wants me to drive it to
her off campus apartment so she can prepare for a
party.  What a nerve that girl had.

          "You'll have to find some friends to help
you," I said over the phone.  After that cultural
event nearly two months ago I haven't been to her
apartment.  "Even if I dropped off your car, who will
take me back and how long will I have to wait?"

          Even with her empty promises, I grudgingly
agreed to drive her car to her apartment.  If I
didn't, Nina would probably complain to her
grandmother and it will all come back to me.

          "Don't wait up for me.  I don't know when
I'll get back," I said to my husband as I drove off in
Nina's Honda Civic.

          Chaos greeted me at Nina's apartment. 
People were streaming in and out and there was no sign
of Nina.  I was irritated eventhough I expected this. 
I felt out of place.

          The phone rang.  Some kid picked it up. 
"Are you Nina's aunt?" the awkward teenager asked
holding the phone.

          I nodded and took the phone.  "Yes," I said
into the phone.

          "I'm sorry Auntie," Nina spoke from the
other end of the line.  "I'll have somebody drop you
home in half an hour."

          I had no choice but to wait.  I checked out
the fridge but it was pathetic.  Then I moped around
the apartment overhearing what her friends were
talking about.  I noticed some of the guys looking at
me.  I wore my denim shorts and a t-shirt.  It was
pretty radical for an Indian woman to show their legs
after the age of twenty.  But my legs were one of my
best assets and I wore my little shorts to accentuate
them.

          "I hear you need a ride home," I heard a
male voice behind me.

	I spun around with a smile.  Brandon was looking nice
in his blue jeans and t-shirt.  Since no one was in
the vicinity, I gave him a hug.  I could feel a bulge
in his pants.

          "A nice welcome," I said.

          "It only happens when I see you," Brandon
said.

          "I'm sure," I laughed.

          "Let's get out of here before the person
that is supposed to take you home comes around,"
Brandon said.

          As inconspicuously as I could, I hurried
alongside Brandon to his parked car on the street.  I
felt happy and free sitting in his Saab 900S as he
drove along the tree lined streets.

          "Want something to eat?" he asked me.

	"No, I'm fine," I replied.  I leaned over and planted
a kiss on his cheek and promptly wiped the lipstick
with my fingers.

          We reached his apartment building, a small
two-story structue that housed about ten apartments. 
Evening was turning into night.  Hand in hand we
walked to his apartment. 

          "My roommate is not going to be back until
much later," Brandon said.

          I sat down on the couch and Brandon was on
his knees in front of me.  I leaned forward, held his
head and kissed him.  Our tongues met with undeniable
passion.  It was a long hard kiss that neither one of
us wanted to end.  When we finally freed our lips,
Brandon with an evident bulge in his jeans lifted me
up from the couch and carried me all the way to his
bed.  I loved the feel of his strong hands on my legs.

          "Let's take it slow," I said.  Brandon had
unzipped my shorts and pulled it down to my feet. 

          "You are so beautiful," Brandon said staring
at my scallop edged cotton panties.

          "Let me see your body," I said.  I made
myself comfortable on his bed.

          Brandon removed his t-shirt and I saw his
well built body and whistled in appreciation.  Then
his jeans came off and his boxer shorts with his
immense erection poking itself came into view.

          "Let me take that off," I said.  I sat on
the edge of the bed and had the tent like shorts
inches to my face.  With my fingers on the waistband I
released his love tool oozing with pre-cum.

          "Now that's beautiful," I said.  I gingerly
held his erection in my hands and cupped his balls.  I
kissed the throbbing head.  "More of that later.  Now
take off my clothes."

          Brandon pulled off my t-shirt.  I smiled as
he took in the view.

           "Now that's what I call a woman," Brandon
said.

          "You're just being nice," I replied.  I
stood contendedly appreciating his strong naked body,
his muscular arms and thighs, his flat abdomen and
especially the tight buttocks that seemed perfectly
carved out of stone.

          The canned laughter from a television show
seeped into the dimly lit room.  I turned my back to
Brandon for him to remove my bra but he tugged down my
panties and planted a kiss to each of my cheeks on my
behind.  Then his fingers unhooked my bra and with
much waited anticipation he covered his manly hands
over my naked breasts feeling its buoyancy and
relishing its shape and form.

         "So you like to see naked older women," I
said as I turned to have Brandon feast his eyes on my
naked flesh.  His eyes focused on my trimmed pussy.

	"Not as much as I like to hold older naked women,"
Brandon replied.

          "How many girls have you had on this bed?" I
asked.  It felt good to be in the arms of my lover. 
My body and his body as one, our hands exploring each
other with eagerness.

          "My girlfriend broke up with me when she saw
me sitting with you on the cultural night thing,"
Brandon said as he laid underneath me on his bed.

          "Did you try to get her back?" I asked
between kisses to his handsome face.

          "Yes," he replied.  I could feel his penis
hard and strong bumping around my wet pussy.  He began
to lift me off his body.  "I need to get some
rubbers," he said.

          "I want to feel you in me," I said.  "No
condoms."	

          He rested with his back on the bed.  I held
his rock hard dick and guided its head to my moist
labia.  I sat on my knees as I rubbed its head back
and forth my pussy.  His eyes darted from my face to
my well shaped breasts and back to my face.

          "Did you think about me?" I asked.  He
wanted nothing else than for me to plunge myself down
onto his manhood.

          "Everyday," my lover said.

          "Good," I said.  I inch myself down to allow
the head to sink into my tunnel.  Only my husband's
pecker had ever been in me upto this point in my life
but I felt no guilt nor remorse in having sex with
Brandon.  With short strokes, I gently had his penis
all the way into me.  It was larger in girth and
longer in length than my husband's and my vagina had
to accomodate to this new experience.  I got my rhythm
and maintained a consistent pace.  What would my
mother in law think if she saw me now,  naked and
impaling myself on another man's sexual organ.

          "You are unbelievable, Sheena," Brandon said
as he enjoyed the sensation of his cock being tightly
stroked with my pussy.  I smiled at Brandon for his
compliment.

         	In my twelve years of marriage, I could
count with one hand the number of times I reached a
climax making love with Dinesh.  With Brandon, I hoped
not to have an orgasm.  If I did, then I would have a
miserable time keeping a semblence of faithfulness in
my marriage.  I was concerned that I would exhibit a
slut like behavior with other men to keep me sexually
satisfied.  So I controlled the tempo with Brandon
making sure that he didn't start getting creative and
start wanting to pleasure me.

          I have heard that to have someone lick and
suck on your clitoris was a delicious experience. 
Although Dinesh expected that I dutifully suck his
cock which I have done as a good wife, he never
reciprocated and put his mouth and tongue on my
genitals.  Now I desired that Brandon to go down on me
and to allow me this experience, but I also feared it.

          Brandon's strong arms got me off his body. 
Like a sex starved woman I went straight for his cock
enveloping the sizeable organ in my mouth.  With
Dinesh, I had become a pretty decent cock sucker and
was able to get the whole thing in my mouth.  Taking
Brandon's white cock was a little more of a challenge.
 To taste Brandon's flavor mixed with my juices was a
delicious intoxicant to me.  Just this act of putting
another man's cock in my mouth was causing a stir in
my privates.

          "You're so good.  I don't deserve this,"
Brandon said.

          My fingers played with his balls.  I knew he
was coming as his body convulsed from my sucking.  His
powerful spurts gagged me but I was able to swallow it
all.  We both took a breather lying on his bed side by
side.  I snuggled myself to his body.

          If Dinesh had just shot his load, he would
already be fast asleep.  True to his youth, Brandon
wanted more.  He put his mouth on my breast and sucked
on my nipples.  Not having the opportunity of being
pleasured often, I had my fingers deep within his lush
growth of blond hair.  My body twitched involuntarily.
 It felt good to have his eager mouth on my breasts.

          Brandon's head started to travel south, his
tongue licking its way down my stomach, my navel and
onto my pussy.  I braced myself for what I knew would
be an excruciatingly pleasurable sensation as his
tongue flickered rapidly side to side on my clitoris. 
I was shaking like a possessed woman on that bed. 
Sounds that I have never heard escape from my mouth
before were bouncing within the walls of that bedroom.
 With his fingers he parted my vaginal lips and sucked
on my clit.  I could see his head working furiously
between my legs.  As I reached my most powerful orgasm
ever my body buckled uncontrollably and my legs
tightened to push Brandon's tongue out of my privates.

          I was glad that Brandon kept silent and
allowed me to fully enjoy this moment.  He watched me
as I lay on his bed.  No words were spoken.  We just
looked at each other.

          "What time is it?" I asked.

          Brandon looked at his watch laying on the
bedside stand.  "Quarter to nine," he replied.

          " I wish I could stay here all night," I
said.  I pulled the sheet over my nude body.

          "Milton wouldn't like that.  We will keep
him awake all night," Brandon said.  He wrapped a
towel around his waist.  "Wanna get something to eat?"

          "I'm not hungry and I have to get home
soon," I replied.

          We both listened as the apartment door
opened.  "Hey, Brandon, are you in?" Milton's voice
could be heard from the living room.

          "Just a sec," Brandon shouted.  He put on
his shorts and his jeans.

          Before he could leave his room, Milton
walked in.  He was surprised to see me under the
sheets.

          "Oh, Hi," Milton said.

         "Hi," I replied.

          Embarrassed that he walked into a private
situation, Milton promptly departed.  Brandon followed
him into the living room closing the door behind him. 
I knew they were talking about me although I couldn't
here the words.  As I lay there naked covered by
nothing more than a plain worn out bedsheet, wisps of
strong flavorful aroma of cooking filled my nostrils.

          "Nothing to worry about," Brandon said as he
walked back into his bedroom.

          I wondered if his roommate noticed my
panties and my bra lying in a heap on the floor.  I
lifted the sheets and said "Come in."

          "Woman, aren't you satisfied," Brandon said
as he slipped his naked form into the sheets.

          "I need your big dick in me," I said.  My
hand fondled his balls underneath his growing
erection.   His manly hands grabbed my breasts taking
pleasure in holding the bouncy flesh.

          This time around it was straight fucking in
the missionary position.  Brandon's body was over mine
and my hand gently guided his impatient dick into my
warm moist hole.  As he pushed himself to the hilt, I
gasped.  His rhythm was good.  I wanted him to cum in
me.  I wanted to be a receptacle for another man's
seed.  I hoped Milton could hear my moans.

          Our bodies were getting sweaty.  The
pounding was strong and good.  His eyes told me that
he couldn't believe his luck to get it on with another
man's wife.

          "Fuck me like my husband never would," I
said.

         He started going faster and stronger.  I was
feeling it.  I wanted us to cum together, a perfect
end to a delightful evening.  I dug my fingernails
into his flesh as that sensation grew and grew.  I
pushed myself up to meet his thrusts and his bed
creaked awfully loud.  It seemed like the whole
apartment building probably heard it.

          With Dinesh if ever I got a little sensation
stirring in our lovemaking, it soon died down.  Here
that sensation was being nurtured into an orgasm, my
second in a day.  Our bodies were at it, our
perspiration drenching each other.  The moment was
coming and Brandon also couldn't hold back any longer.
 It was close to being a perfect moment of two bodies
having an ultimate union.  I lost control as my orgasm
rippled through my body.  Seconds later hot jism shot
its way onto my cervix.  There was a long moment of
silence as we just lay there spent.

          After a quick shower, Brandon drove me home.
 We acted like lovers; kissing, hugging and holding
hands.  In the darkness in front of my home, a final
passionate kiss was shared.

          Brandon called me the day I was having the
little get together at my home.  He told me that
Milton and Raj had a conversation and was pretty sure
that I was the topic of discussion.

          So here I am hosting this little party at my
home wondering what Raj, my nephew, was thinking about
me as he kept glancing in my direction.

Please visit http://www.asstr.org/~nujbaf for more of
my stories.

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