Over the Summer and into the Fall, things were going along normally at home. No surprises. And no sex. My wife Cheryl wasn’t exactly cold toward me, and we did and do get along fine for the most part, among friends and family and running the household, but the sexual intimacy just hadn’t been there for a while. I made it a point not to give up, to let her know that I was still interested, but my attempts fell short because of the vast difference in our sex drives. She has none, and mine is still purring along in high gear.
Since my sexual desires weren’t being reciprocated at home, even though I felt I was doing enough to let them be known and I tried to initiate, I felt a little less guilty about the friends-with-benefits arrangement I had with the lovely Doctor Niharika Sabharwal, even though she had been a friend and coworker of Cheryl’s when she was still in medical school the year before.
The arrangement worked well for both me and Niharika. We only met up for sex, because neither of us was interested in a more involved relationship: I was getting the sex that wasn’t available at home, and she was able to act on her sexual desires without having to explain to potential dating partners that her career was priority and that she just needed physical needs satiated. We were on the same page, with no demands, and the hookups were so infrequent (only four times in almost a year) that each time was an exciting novelty. Her inexperience, and mine (when I did have a sex life years before, it was the plainest vanilla), coupled with our willingness to explore and communicate sexually, made us a good match.
Cheryl booked a trip for a long weekend in the fall to attend a group event for a mostly-online community of artisans who make jewelry and other accessories and crafts. So as was our custom whenever we got the opportunity (Cheryl out of town), Niharika and I emailed back and forth using our clandestine email accounts to see if that weekend would be good for us to meet. Turns out, it was!
When it got close to the weekend in question, Rika confirmed that her schedule had a break; following two twelve-hour overnight shifts at the medical center, she would have two full days off, Friday and Saturday. Cheryl left on Thursday, I worked as normal on Friday, and Rika had family commitments on Friday night, so that left Saturday for us to see each other. As she was in the market for a house now that she had a steady lucrative job and an even brighter future, she was going house hunting on the weekend with her uncle, the one who hosted her graduation party a few months before.
Normally, “just one night” would seem like a short time to spend with a secret lover, but we were more than okay with it, even flat out agreeing that we didn’t want to be attached too deeply emotionally, not to feel too much like dating or carrying on a typical affair. We agreed that she’d spend the night at my house; having sex once at night and once in the morning would be just about right for both of us with our schedules.
I met Niharika fairly late on Saturday night at a shopping center between her apartment and my house. The large retail store, 24-hour pharmacy, and 24-hour restaurant provided plenty of well-lit parking so that her car wouldn’t draw attention; I would drive us back home so that her car wouldn’t be at my house raising suspicions among neighbors.
I pushed Niharika back up against her car as soon as she stepped out, pressing my lips to hers. She squirmed and looked around, a bit shocked and looking embarrassed. For about two seconds, until she circled her arms around my neck and parted her lips for some tongue kisses.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” I told her, drawn into those captivating big brown eyes.
“Mmm, someone is horny,” she replied.
“Guilty. You look pretty damn hot.” I held her at arm’s length, scanning up and down her tall, slim body. She stood in short slip-on heels, shiny black slacks, and a lavender blouse whose buttons ran closely down between her perky breasts. It’s like she was dressed up for a date, complete with a subtle spicy feminine scent and her trademark smoky eye makeup.
“You look nice, too, Sebastian.” I had showered and shaved barely an hour before, dressing in khaki pants instead of jeans or shorts and a plain but fresh polo shirt.
The car ride back to my house was filled with sexual desire – not quite tension, but anticipation. Somehow, within ten seconds of slipping through the door from the garage and dropping the canvas overnight bag she had brought with her, Niharika ended up climbing on top of me as she pushed me back on the couch, our lips and tongues getting re-acquainted after about a four-month hiatus. Yes, we had shared some wet kisses when we met in the parking lot a few minutes before, but now we weren’t restrained by any nervousness about a public display.
“I have definitely missed this,” I told her when our faces parted.
“Oh, me too.” Her tongue vacated my mouth long enough to help form her three-word response, then slithered back in. After snogging and groping like horny teenagers for a few minutes, we settled into a slow makeout session, complete with me trying to feel her nipple through her shirt and bra and her trying to feel my cock through my pants.
Once that initial naughtiness was out of our systems, I offered to make us some tea, of course with Rika teasing me about her Indian tea being better and more authentic. I admired her form as she moved about in the kitchen, following her graceful, slim build. Yes, her tits were swaying gently in her close-fitting blouse, lifted but not restricted by the bra inside. No, she didn’t have a perky bubble butt, but her snug slacks gave her ass and hips a very elegant, alluring shape.
We snacked on some almond shortbread cookies with our tea, starting up an actual adult conversation. We shared a little about our work, and I was impressed that she was starting to look into what it would take to build her medical practice. And her investment of time into house hunting further validated her decision not to get into any kind of romantic relationship – her sexual desires needed to be satiated, but nothing more. And it was more than fine with me to help her out with that.
“Maricela is coming with me tomorrow to look at a couple of places.” She had been living with the same roommate for a while, who was now a good friend, and they had talked about Maricela renting a room from her in her new house. “She gave me a hard time about tonight, knowing I was spending the night away.”
“I’ll bet,” I replied. “I can imagine she’s a bit curious why if you’re spending time with a man, you’re avoiding her meeting him. Me.”
“She knows my sex life is something private to me. She knows it’s just a friends-with-benefits thing, not a boyfriend thing, that I don’t even want a boyfriend, not looking for anyone to marry or even date right now.”
“So, she doesn’t harass you about your friend-with-benefits?”
“No. She understands, and trusts me to be safe, so she knows she’s not going to have to worry.” Rika let out a little laugh before her next sip of tea.
“What’s funny?”
She smiled. “Her term is a little dirtier than ours.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. She calls us ‘fuck buddies.’”
“Ha, yes, that’s what some people would call us.”
“She encourages it in a way now. She says I need some dick, and deserve it, so she says ‘get it, girl’ or something like that.”
“Well, she’s right, you do need some dick, right?”
“You could say that.”
“Well, I need some pussy.” We looked at each other a bit shocked, not really having talked like this before. “So, we’re a good match for tonight.”
This conversation was the catalyst to get us going after each other again. After finishing our tea and cookies, we ended up on the couch again, talking candidly about the sexual experiences we had shared previously, as well as some fantasies. Kissing turned into making out again; making out gave way to groping and caressing, which gave way to grinding into each other.
Just as soon as we were good and warmed up, Rika stood up, grabbing her overnight bag and looking over her shoulder at me while she sauntered down the hallway. “I’m tired. I’m getting ready for bed.”
We helped each other out of our shoes in the bedroom, and then off came our pants and my shirt. I had the pleasure of unbuttoning and slipping off her blouse. I think her bra and panties were the same seafoam green ones I had the pleasure of removing from her the first time we had sex almost a year before.
“Oh, Sebastian, aren’t you a little presumptuous?” Rika slipped around beside the bed to the nightstand, picking up two double strips of condoms that I had set out already.
“I had to set the mood,” I laughed.
“Well, I’ve been in a mood all day,” she said, seductively clenching the corner of a packet in her teeth. “All week, really.” Letting the condoms fall from her mouth onto the bed, she slid her fingers over my chest as I stepped up to her for some more kisses.
She dug a few things out of her bag while we drifted into the bathroom. Standing in our underwear, we brushed our teeth and she removed her jewelry before producing a bottle of lotion.
“I think I’ll need to handle that,” I told her, snatching the bottle. “I mean, you can’t get to the middle of your back, can you?”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty flexible,” she teased. She piled her long, thick, luscious wavy black hair on top of her head and wound a hair tie in place to keep most of it up.
“Better not risk it.” I unclipped her bra, catching it as it slid down her arms, her bare breasts popping into view, proudly displaying their perky brown nipples. Dropping her bra to the floor, I gently caressed a small amount of lotion down her back, then reached around to cup her breasts. Nuzzling into her neck, I planted kisses and licks on her smooth skin, inhaling deeply.
“Mmm, Niharika, you smell amazing.” We looked at each other in the mirror as I nipped at her earlobes and traced my lips and tongue up and down her neck. “Mmm, and you feel no good.” Not surprisingly, she was wearing a sexy navel ring again, which I flicked and nudged while I caressed a bit more lotion into her front, gliding over her breasts, tummy, and hips.
I needed another dab of lotion to go lower. Kneeling, I peeled down those sexy panties and worked my fingers all over her bare butt cheeks and down her legs. My trip up her inner thighs included brushing my fingers through her bush of long, dark pubic hairs.
“Mmm, thank you, Sebastian. That’s nice,” she complimented as we stood and kissed. “Looks like you enjoyed it, too.” What was initially a half-mast erection was a raging stiff pole a minute or so after she started pulling on it. We masturbated each other for a few minutes, alternating looking at each other face-to-face and in the mirror, my fingers curling up inside her warm wet slit, her fingers caressing my shaft and balls.
She opened wide for me by straightening out her leg sideways, propping it up on the counter.
“Mmm, still doing yoga, I see?” I breathed, crushing into her, mouthing her neck while I plunged and twisted my fingers up into her pussy, making her gasp.
“Oh, yes. I like to stay flexible,” she laughed.
I finger-fucked her and humped my erect cock against her hip until she pushed me away. She turned around, pure lust in her face as she looked at me in the mirror, grinding her hips while I probed her from behind. My other hand grasped her tit, and one of hers slid down to diddle her clit.
“You want to do me like this?” She raised her leg to the side, propping it straight out onto the counter again. “Don’t you?”
“Oh, yes,” I whispered hotly into her ear.
“I’ll be here when you come back with a condom.”
As difficult as it was to leave Niharika’s hot and wanton body, I dashed off into the bedroom, picking up a condom packet from the bed and returning in a few seconds. She was still facing the counter with her leg up and a dark fluff of pussy hair peeking out from between her butt cheeks. Her sexy, lustful eyes watched in the mirror as I tore the packet open and flicked it away, stroking my boner a few times before rolling the condom down over it.
On the third try, my probing cock head found its target, popping through her slippery labia and up into her tunnel. It wasn’t the smoothest or most graceful fuck, but I drove my shaft up into her lurching body over and over again, licking and kissing her shoulders and neck and ears, and grabbing her ass and tits. She was reaching up and back to grab my hair, and down and back to grip my ass to pull into her, while using the other hand to try to steady herself on the counter. My fingers alternated with hers massaging her clit.
After a minute or two of grunting, panting, grabbing, frisky sex, she lowered her leg, bending over with her tits down on the counter, taking a steady shafting as I tugged her hips back into me forcefully.
I pushed my fingers down through her pubes, testing her response to nudging her clitoris. She responded with a gasp and by clamping her hand over mine, guiding my fingers. I tried to slow down my thrusts, masturbating her clit while my shaft filled her vagina.
At some point when my cock slipped out, she turned and hopped up on the counter. Her spread legs invited me back inside, so I nestled my dick head between her puffy wet labia and pushed back into her. I stabbed into her after pulling out all the way, repeating maybe two dozen times. Then, with her legs wrapped around me, we grunted through a series of short strokes, crushing our clenching, huffing bodies together.
Definitely not wanting to cum yet, I backed off and pulled her down from the counter. I led her into the bedroom, stepping through our trail of discarded clothing, leaving the bathroom light on so that we could see all of each other’s naughty bits. I was intent on seeing some bits up close, and right away.
Niharika let me push her onto the bed. Playfully, of course. “Lie back,” I told her.
“Oh?” She leaned back on her elbows.
“All the way, arms up.” I stood over her naked body while she pulled out her hair tie and scattered her hair behind her. She reclined fully, tummy and ribs taut, tits almost flattened on her chest, as she stretched her arms behind her. She laughed a bit and clenched while I leaned down and licked and sucked on those puffy brown nipples. I trailed down to her belly button to tease the ring there with my tongue, kneeling between her legs, thankful for whatever item of clothing it was that I slid in to cushion my knees. She gasped as I went lower, looking at me and bringing her arms down momentarily as I kissed down into her pubic hair.
I stopped with my lips in her coarse bush, making eye contact, not moving, until she tipped her head back and raised her arms again.
Opening her legs wider, Niharika sighed deeply as her pubic hair parted on its own, giving me a close up look at her bare pussy lips. I kissed the dark folds a few times, one side, then the other, then from her clitoral hood down to her vaginal opening. I refrained from diving right in like an overzealous teen, taking my time to ease into sucking her labia and gliding my tongue over them before licking deeply through her slit.
I kept at it for a bit, knowing that I was no expert for sure, but I loved it and could tell that she appreciated it. I can understand how some people might be put off by the aroma, not sweet or particularly pleasant, but earthy and pungent. But this was her deepest, most intimate essence as a woman; the thought that she was willingly sharing it made this the most erotic and captivating scent.