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Affair With Motel Wife
Affair With Motel Wife
Affair With Motel Wife
The day I met the Shahs, it was raining like crazy. A very unusual thing for Los Angeles.
I walked from the bus station to the motel. By the time I reached the place, I was totally
soaked.
At the motel front desk, the Shahs were talking to each other. Arvin Bhai was a good-
looking man with dark skin in his late thirties. But his wife Prateema Bhabi was in a league
of her own. She was nearer to my age, in her early twenties. She was pretty enough to star
Arvin Bhai greeted me with a smile. But after I introduced myself, the smile disappeared. I
was looking for a part-time job while I was studying for my Bachelors in the US. A friend
had told me Arvin Bhai was looking for someone for his motel. Unfortunately, the friend
had forgotten to call about it. So Arvin Bhai wasn't particularly thrilled to see a stranger
show up at his doorstep asking for a job. He questioned me thoroughly about the friend.
"Do you think you can handle the guests?" Arvin Bhai asked after he was satisfied with my
answers about the mutual friend. Prateema Bhabi was staring at me with her distractingly
I stayed silent.
"Let me call and verify who you are. If everything checks out, you can start this weekend,"
"Sure."
Arvin Bhai took out his mobile phone and stepped out of the reception area to call my
friend who recommended me. There was a moment of awkward silence as Prateema Bhabi
and I stood there in the reception room. I noticed the beautiful henna tattoo going from her
The moment I said it I realized that it was an inappropriate thing to say. After all, she was
"Twenty-three."
"I miss my family a lot. I get lonely here," Prateema Bhabi said.
"It gets better. My first year was the worst." I was lying. It doesn't get better.
At that moment, Arvin Bhai came back. "Everything checks out with your friend. You can
On my way back to the university campus, I kept picturing Prateema Bhabi. I was very
lonely in Los Angeles. All my friends in America were guys. I didn't understand the whole
American dating scene. Also, it felt bad trying to date when your parents are sending you a
Reema was my girlfriend in Delhi. She was my first and only. We occasionally kissed. She let
me touch her boobs sometimes. It always stopped at that. But right before coming to
A friend let us have an evening in his house while his parents were away. The whole thing
started off awkward. Initially, she didn't want to get naked. So we kissed for a while. I could
feel her body heating up. I kissed her breasts and sucked on her nipples with her salwar
and kameez on. I still remember the bright yellow kameez she was wearing. Even with her
clothes on, I could feel her hard nipples. When I let my hand roam to her salwar bottom and
touched her, I almost took my hand away. She was burning hot. I untied the knot of her
salwar bottoms and pulled it down. She wasn't wearing any panties. This was the first time
I was seeing her womanhood. Actually, it was the first time for me to see a pussy in real life.
She had dark curly hair and her nether lips were glistening with wetness.
"You like it?" she asked me.
"Yes," I said.
Even though she had never given me a full blowjob, she had caressed and kissed my dick a
few times in the park. So it wasn't a totally new thing to her. She touched my shaft and then
caressed my balls. Her warm tongue was magic. I was kind of afraid to look at my own dick.
The head was so large that it seemed like it was going to explode. She took the head inside
her mouth. Her warm mouth engulfed it. I just couldn't hold it anymore. I couldn't even say
anything. I came in her mouth. She was surprised. My ears were still buzzing from my
"Would you take the kameez off?" I said. "I really want to see you naked."
She took off the kameez. Her breasts were beautiful, small and perky. The room air was
thick with our musky smell of sex. I lied down beside her. I started to kiss her neck and take
in her smell. Her hand was first on my chest. It started to move down my belly to my pubic
hair. Then her hand started to caress my sleeping cock. She rubbed off some of my come
from the tip of my cock and started to rub the slippery stuff over the shaft. Under her soft
"Reema," I whispered into her ear as I kissed her warm earlobe. "Go slow. This time I want
you to come."
She giggled. We started to kiss again. The kisses were deeper. Her scent was so sweet and
unique. Her cheeks were flushed and hot with passion. By this time, my cock was hard as a
rock again. I roamed down from her mouth to her breasts. I started to take turn sucking her
nipples. Reema's one hand was on my head playing with my hair while the other one was in
between her own legs. She had two of her fingers in herself. I also wanted to touch her. So I
started to move down with each kiss. My kisses traveled from the valley between her
The scent between her legs was intoxicating. For a moment, I forgot where I was. Her smell
I got off the bed, pulled her body almost roughly to the side of the bed, so I could have full
access to her pussy. I took a deep breath of her between her legs.
I put my tongue between her legs and tasted Reema intimately for the first time. She tasted
salty and musky. As my nose rubbed against her clit, I could feel her body shiver with
pleasure. I licked her pussy lips and her clit. Her heat was so intense I felt like if I poured
water on her it would turn into steam. I stopped for a moment and she sighed, "Don't stop."
I put the tip of my tongue on her clit and pressed it gently. She gave out a whimper. I
hungrily started to lap up the clear liquid gather between her nether lips.
"Come here," Reema said with her hands extended. "Kiss me."
I stood up. My cock felt hard and heavy like it was made of metal. I laid down beside Reema
She smiled. But we didn't say anything. I slid into her. After I was in her, feeling the full
warmth of her body on mine, she whispered to me, "You're so hard." Her breath brushed
I instantly felt sad. I knew both of us would remember this moment the rest of our lives. It
was the first time for both of us. We continued with the act but the magic was gone.
Something had happened at that moment. There was a disconnect somehow. I finished
unenthusiastically. Of course, she didn't come but pretended that everything was okay. We
After I came to America, we stayed in touch for a few months. Then it was evident that we
were moving apart. She told me that she had met someone in Mumbai where she was going
to a university. I didn't feel jealous. We said our goodbyes over the phone. Next summer,
when I went to India to visit, I didn't even try to get in touch with her.
Since that encounter, I spent the life of a monk. In America, once a friend took me to a
prostitute. When she unzipped my pants and started to give me a handjob, her rough hands
were uncomfortable and the woman was really old. So I pulled my pants up and told the
woman that I wasn't into it and paid her a tip and walked out of the establishment.
Obviously, Prateema Bhabi had reignited the fire in me. The next few nights, I couldn't help
myself but imagine Prateema Bhabi and how her body looked naked underneath the red
sari she wore. I was both excited about the weekend and afraid of the weekend. I made up a
fantasy of Prateema Bhabi wearing the same yellow salwar kameez that Reema was
wearing when we had sex. It excited me beyond anything else I had ever imagined. I guess
it was the mixing of the familiar and the unfamiliar that made the fantasy so convincing. I
My job at the motel was working as the night clerk. I would work whole Friday nights at the
front desk to help customers get rooms. During the day, I would sleep in one of the motel
The Shahs lived in an apartment directly connected to the reception room of the motel. But
I rarely saw them. When I came to work, Arvin Bhai would show me the accounts and tell
me about the reservations. Then he would disappear behind the door adjacent to the
reception room. He would relieve me of my duties in the morning. I would sometimes get
glimpses of her, but it was rare. In some ways, I was relieved. Indian communities in
"Could you come over this Wednesday night and do the whole weekend?"
"Can't you skip? I'm in a little bit of a problem. I have another motel in Arizona. I need to go
there for the next few days. Prateema can take care of the motel during the day. But during
the night, I need someone. I don't want her to be alone handling the place."
My heart skipped a beat. I was going to be alone with her. I wanted to say "Yes" right then.
But I relented.
I stayed silent for a second. It couldn't have worked out better for me. I get paid double for
When I reached the motel the next day, Arvin Bhai was already in a suit ready for his flight.
He was in a hurry.
"You're are in charge of the night shifts. Prateema will take care of the day. Got it?"
A taxi was waiting outside the motel. Prateema Bhabi followed him out. Before he hopped
into the taxi, he planted a kiss on her cheek. But she seemed unresponsive.
When she came back into the reception area, I said, "Arvin Bhai seemed like he's going to a
wedding."
"Nothing," I said. "He told me that there was a problem with a motel in Arizona."
"There's no problem," she said her voice still angry. "Get the books."
I opened the reservation book. Arvin Bhai liked to write down reservations. It seemed like
he didn't trust the computers. She explained to me some of the bookings. But I couldn't
concentrate. She was standing beside me and I could smell her perfume. And my elbow was
just near her elbow. I could feel a tightening in my pants. Even if nothing happened,
spending four uninterrupted days interacting with this gorgeous woman was going to be
great. Everything seemed great except for the fact that she was upset about something.
After she finished explaining the reservations I said, "Sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to
upset you."
She looked straight at me. She had beautiful, clear eyes with tinges of brown and green
mixed.
"Fuck!" I said. I realized what I just uttered. But it was already too late.
Hearing her say the word fuck only made my dick get harder. I wanted to kiss her. I looked
"Yes," I said.
"Okay. Good night." As she walked away, I saw her ample back move to the sway of her sari.
She closed the door. I was left in the reception room with my erection and wondering what
Wednesday afternoons aren't that busy in the motel business. So I sat there reading a book
trying to stop my mind from fantasizing about Prateema Bhabi. There was just a door
between us. The whole idea of being so alone and near a woman was erotic. Also, I couldn't
imagine how Arvin Bhai could have another mistress. It wasn't about Prateema Bhabi's
beauty. It was more that Arvin Bhai didn't seem like the kind of guy who would cheat on his
wife. He seemed like a guy more in love with money than women. Prateema Bhabi seemed
more the vixen type. Then again, because she was attractive, I might have been projecting
my own biases.
Around midnight, the door between the reception room and the apartment opened.
"Do you need anything? Food or drink?" She seemed to have gotten her happy demeanor
back. Instead of a sari, she was wearing a nightgown. It wasn't sexy at all. She was
"Well, if you need anything just knock on the door," she said smiling sweetly.
"Sure," I said.
She closed the door. I could hear the click of the lock. I was totally confused. She was giving
me mixed signals. There was no need to ask me if I needed anything, the Shahs never did
ask me before. At the same time, she was wearing the unsexiest nightgown possible. She
still looked good because she was pretty. But the clothes she was wearing wasn't "come
hither" invitation. When in doubt about mixed signals from a woman, it's better to be on
In the morning, she opened the door. She was wearing a blue sari with a blue blouse. It
As I showed her the nights business receipts, she was standing a few inches from me
freshly bathed and perfumed. It seemed the blue blouse was tighter and showing more
cleavage than usual. But I was tired. I just wanted to get out of the front desk area and go to
bed.
After showing her the accounts and night receipts, I took a key and walked past her with
I went to the assigned motel room I was supposed to sleep during the day. But my mind
was too wound up. I kept picturing her cleavage in her blue blouse. I couldn't sleep. I went
into the shower and relieved my hardness by thinking how it would feel to kiss her breasts.
The next night my shift started the same way. Prateema Bhabi came over and asked if I
needed anything. But she was not in her nightgown this time. She was wearing a yellow sari
with a red blouse that had silver embroidery on the helms. Of course, the yellow color
against her beautiful milky skin and dark hair just make her look fabulous. I could see
glimpses of her belly. She had a henna tattoo on her belly of the same pattern as her hands.
It was sexy. I was turned on. It didn't seem like she was ready to go to bed. She wanted to
talk.
She sighed. "I miss my parents and my brothers so much. And I miss Mumbai. There's so
"It's actually not that bad," I said. "In LA, you have to go to the west side to have fun. This
"I tell Arvin to take me to the clubs. But he always feels tired. That is what happens when
you marry an old guy. I bet he takes his Arizona woman everywhere."
I didn't like the way the conversation was going. But I was curious to find out.
"She's the love of his life. But his parents didn't like her family. So his parents gave her the
boot. He left in anger and came to America and built the motel business. She got married to
an engineer and was living in Arizona. Arvin never knew about it. After our marriage, he
found out when she divorced her husband. So Arvin hired her into the motel."
"I like men. I like men a lot," she said. "He can have the love of his life. In exchange, I can be
I was speechless. She said it so nonchalantly, I was trying to decipher if she was being
serious or not.
She continued, "Do you think my husband who owns a whole slew of businesses is naive?
He knows what he was doing. He left you here alone with me for a reason."
She was directly looking at my eyes waiting for an answer. When I didn't say anything, she
I followed her crossing the threshold of the door that separated the front desk area from
the apartment. This was the first time I had stepped into the living quarters of the Shahs.
The furniture, the decor, even the Persian carpet on the floor had an Indian-ness about it.
She clicked a switch on the side of the room and a small TV screen turned on. The screen
My eyes didn't stay too long on the TV screen. She was making tea in the open kitchen area
that was on one side of the living room. She looked gorgeous in her yellow sari and red
blouse.
"Do you want some Parle biscuits? I got them recently. It was great finding Indian biscuits
"Sure," I replied.
It was a little bit daunting. I wasn't sure if I was there to have sex with her or if she was
being really nice. When I was with Reema, everything always seemed infused with drama
and intrigue. Prateema Bhabi was so casual about the whole situation that it felt like a
nightmare where everything is so calm that you expect something bad to happen any
minute.
She came over with two cups of tea and biscuits on a tray. She sat down beside me. I was
impatient. I wanted to make sure things were going the place I think it was going. So I
intentionally put my hand on her thigh. She was pouring milk into the tea. She looked up
and smiled at me. Her eyes said, yes, it is what you think it is.
She handed me a cup of tea with a biscuit on the side of the saucer. The tea spiced with
cinnamon and ginger was amazing and the sweetness of the Perle biscuit dipped in the tea
was delicious. Any other time, I would have savored the taste. But I was in a hurry. I was so
nervous that I felt that if I wasn't careful I might choke on the biscuit. We drank our tea and
After we finished with the tea, she took the tray and put it in the kitchen sink. I followed her
to the kitchen. From behind her, I put my hand on her belly below her blouse. Her belly was
flat and even and her skin smooth and warm. I mildly pulled her towards me. Her back was
now touching my hard dick and my face was in her hair, near her neck. Her hair smelled of
flowery shampoo. She started to breathe heavily. I turned her around and kissed her. First
on the corner of her mouth, then fully on her lips. Our tongues started to play with each
other. I could smell the cinnamon and the biscuits. I was quite a bit taller than her. So her
hands moved on to my wide shoulders and she was tiptoeing to kiss me.
The bedroom was clean with white linens and painting of a sunset near the headboard of
the large bed. I let her on to the bed. The hem of her sari had slipped from her blouse. Her
cleavage was clearly visible. I noticed she had a tiny birthmark on her right breast.
I took off my shoes and climbed into the bed. She was smiling. Her lipstick was a bit
I kneeled over her and put my tongue in the area between the blouse and navel and kissed
the henna tattoo on her belly. The saltiness of her skin just made me harder.
I looked for the buttons on her red blouse. It was one of those blouses that had a zipper in
the back. I turned her around on the bed and unzipped her. I put my hand on her smooth
skin. There wasn't any bra. I could feel her body responding to my touch. I put my face on
her shoulders and took a deep breath of her hair and her scent. I started to massage her
shoulders feeling the silkiness of her warm skin. I could feel her relax and almost melt to
I turned her over on the bed and took off the blouse. Her breasts were large. The nipples
were brown and hard. I brushed a nipple with the back of my hand. She gave out a sigh. She
was obviously enjoying the touches. I leaned over to put my mouth on a nipple and started
sucking on it. Her hand moved on to my head playing with my hair while I enjoyed the
warmth and softness of her breasts. But this time, my hardness was big enough that it was
fully visible through my pants. Her hand roamed to my crotch and took hold of the bulge.
She started to massage my bulge pretty roughly. My tongue and hands also started to get
rougher on her breasts. I laid down beside her and started to kiss her again while her hand
unbuttoned my pants. She slipped a hand into my underwear to my cock. She took out the
cock and held the rock hard shaft with a gentle squeeze.
"It's big," she said. It's always exciting when a woman talks about your manhood.
She started to stroke my cock. Her soft hands looked tiny on it. She was topless with her
large breasts bouncing with every movement of her body. Her hair was silky and flowing. It
was a beautiful sight. Her sari was pulled up to her knees exposing her beautiful legs. I was
enjoying the view. With her breasts out and her sari pulled up to her knees, she looked like
I was still lying on the bed with my cock out and my pants pulled to my ankles. She stood
up on the bed and pulled the sari up to her waist exposing herself fully to me. She was
cleanly shaved. Her pussy lips were beautifully tight and engorged with passion.
I nodded my head.
She moved over. Now she was standing over me. From my lying position, I was directly
looking at her shaved womanhood. She slowly started to squat down until my face was
between her legs. Her pussy smelled of jasmine and her body scent. I extended my tongue
my tongue.
I tried to put my middle finger in there, but it was too tight. So I started massaging her
asshole while I kept licking her. She started to sway her hips to fuck my tongue. Then she
gave out a groan. She was coming. My face was drenched in her juices and her sweet smell.
She lay down beside me, still huffing and her sari still pulled up to her belly.
"That was intense," she said. "Did you like fucking me?"
I had to agree that I did tongue fuck her. This dirty talk from her wasn't at all surprising. It
seemed like Prateema Bhabi was the kind of woman who would talk dirty to you.
"Yes," I said.
"How badly?"
She got up from my side and got on her four and turned around. Her sari was covering her
ass looked so delicious. I squeeze the softness of her ass cheeks and then licked both her
wet lips and her asshole while placing my hands on her hips. I could feel her muscles
tighten up with pleasure and she was whimpering. My cock was so hard that I couldn't wait
anymore.
I took some of her juices and rubbed it on my cock to get it slippery. Then I slid my cock in
her. Her pussy was tight and burning hot. Both of us started to move slowly at first. I
started to increase the speed of my rhythm. I could feel her body was responding to my
movements. It felt like our bodies were connected and becoming a warm bundle of one
body. Every time I pushed in and my thighs touched are ass cheeks, we seemed to exchange
body heat with each other and get hotter. I lost track of time. I knew I was about to explode.
But then the way her body jerked, I knew she was coming and she moaned.
"Prateema! You're so hot!" I said. My hands on her hip felt her body quiver with waves of
her orgasm. She gave out a loud moan and said, "Oh! Fuck!". I started to pound her hard. I
I couldn't hold it in any longer and I started to spray hold gulps of seed into her. It seemed
like a river of hot lava was flowing from my body into her. She understood that I had come.
She slowly laid down. But I didn't want to still lose the warmth of her. I laid down on her
with my still hard dick inside of her and our mutual juices wetting my thighs and her ass
cheeks.
I kept smelling her hair. I was in paradise, in bliss. I could feel her heart still beating fast.
We lay there for a long time enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.
After a while, we got up and took a shower together cleaning each other's intimate parts. In
the shower, when we were fully naked I enjoyed seeing every part of Prateema Bhabi's
body. She had beautiful dimples on the small of her back. Her breasts were exquisite and
her ass was tight and sweet. She also played with my dick. We had another session. But this
time it was fast. I fucked her in the shower while rubbing soap on her back.
Next morning Arvin Bhai returned. I was in one of the motel rooms sleeping when he
arrived. When I came to the front desk, he calculated the hours I spent working and paid
me.
I worked in that motel for another six months. Every time Arvin Bhai went to Arizona,
Prateema Bhabi and I would have our mini-honeymoon. After my graduation, I had to move
away from Los Angeles, so there wasn't any way to continue the affair. I knew my parents
weren't going to accept a married woman. Also, the thing between us was very animalistic.
something else. Even now when I talk about her, my blood starts boiling. It was a
combination of her beauty and unapologetic sexuality. Every man needs to experience a