“You remember Niharika, my friend from work?” My wife Cheryl surprised me by mentioning her name one day in the late Spring. “She came to Thanksgiving last year.”
“Sure, yes,” I replied. “And she came by to return the dish you lent her, when you were at that conference.” We had sex that night, and again in the morning. And again two days later, before I picked you up from the airport. But I didn’t say that part out loud.
“Right, yeah. Well, the Medical School is having their graduation in June, and she invited me to a kind of graduation party that her family is doing. You can be my plus-one.”
“Um, sure.” I tried to sound like I wasn’t too interested, so as not to give any hints that I fancied her.
Fancied is a tame way to put it. Niharika and I of course had developed a “friends with benefits” agreement since our initial weekend tryst the previous December, and had gotten together once more later after quite some time without contact. We had agreed to communicate sporadically, just via a secret email address I used for my secret online erotic story and social site account. While Cheryl was gone over a weekend to her sister’s house to help her with her side gig at an art fair, Rika and I fucked enthusiastically on her couch to relieve some stress from her particularly long and tiresome work week. We weren’t going through the box of condoms she had bought for us, or my replenished supply I had hidden at home, as fast as I would have liked, but we were being careful not to try anything risky like lying about working late or trying to sneak in quick rendezvous.
Cheryl told me the date and time of the party, and that it would be at the house of one of Rika’s relatives, but didn’t know the details yet. I wouldn’t have digested the details anyway, as my mind was drifting to thoughts of my clandestine Indian lover’s bare dark skin, captivating sultry eyes, and the pleasures they afforded.
I emailed Rika the next day, congratulating her for her upcoming graduation, and got a reply the day after that; we confirmed that we would be delighted to see each other. While I was sure to have dirty thoughts while I was around her at the party, I assured her that I would be able to control myself and not say or do anything creepy or stupid.
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Wow – what a party it was! The night of Rika’s graduation (we didn’t attend the mid-day ceremony), Cheryl and I got pretty dressed up and set out toward the address on our invitation, almost an hour’s drive away. The house belonged to Rika’s uncle, a very successful director of a chain of specialty clinics, and his wife, who was a principal at a financial services firm. They were fucking loaded from the looks of their digs: a proper mansion complete with two well-dressed guys checking invitations at the gate entering the driveway. The circle drive was packed with 7-series BMWs, 8-Series Audis, luxury brand SUVs, a Tesla or two, and of course sporty coupes. Ours wasn’t the only “regular” sedan, though, so the guests seemed to be a mix of people from all walks of life.
The house was impressive, evidently built for entertaining. An open kitchen sat adjacent to a huge living space that occupied the two stories, with a balcony above jutting out from an upstairs entertainment area. People were popping in and out of the twelve-seat home theater, but nothing was going on in there besides “ooo”s and “ahhh”s from techies and guys who were fantasizing about being invited over for a Sunday football game. The downstairs living area’s glass wall included sliding doors that opened up onto the enormous patio looking out over a landscaped garden that must have been a full acre. None of the party was going on outside, because, yeah, it was June in Texas with the evening temperature probably in the upper nineties, but some of the guests ducked out for a look.
The party wasn’t too lavish; nothing really over the top (no servants or champagne fountains), but there was plenty to eat and drink, as two of Rika’s cousins were playing host to get people to socialize. Cheryl knew a few people from the University, even a few whom I had met before, so we weren’t completely out of place. We caught up with Niharika, and chatted a few minutes, without either of us giving a hint as to any attraction, not to mention the hookups that we had managed over the past few months. Her proud parents had flown in from India for the occasion, so we were introduced to them too. We also met Rika’s roommate, Maricela, quite an attractive and spirited Latina in her late twenties, I guessed.
As the evening moved along, my dirty mind considered this to be a fine setting for a sex party, imagining the guests in masks and pairing off to go fuck in one of the many rooms, or right out in the open. How I would have loved to grab Rika and whisk her into the landscaping in the expansive back yard for an outdoor quickie. A few of the other ladies, from giggly students to elegant ladies in their fifties, got my mind racing as well.
Before it got too late, Rika’s uncle stood on the stairway and got everyone’s attention. He said a few words about Niharika and her dedication to her studies and hard work paying off, and thanked everyone for coming.
Then Niharika’s father introduced her, telling everyone how proud he was of her, having no doubts that she would have a successful career and practice. Her mother was quite elegant, and even joked about her prioritizing education and career over romance; even though there was no indication of a man on the horizon, she would be quite a catch for someone in the future. I knew that Maricela knew that Rika had gotten some no-commitment sex in the last few months, and I thought it was funny that she had no idea her roommate’s Friend with Benefits was right there in the room.
Niharika gave kind of a speech, impressively throwing the spotlight off herself, thanking people for support, realizing she was very fortunate, humbly relating that she really wanted to “make a difference” with her career in the medical field. As I listened, I admired her presence; she wasn’t what one would describe as “hot” or “sexy”, but she was attractively dressed in a cream-colored dress with dark accents that showed off her elegant form.
I could imagine a few young men in the room would see her as someone to fantasize about sexually, and thus snickered to myself, proud and fortunate to have had the real experience. Unless she was good at hiding other lovers, and aside from her parents when she was a child, I was the only one in the room to have ever seen her naked, the only one to taste her lips and suckle her nipples and get my fingers and cock inside of her. I wondered what she had on under her elegant dress. The seafoam green set I had first seen her in? The pale-yellow bra and panties I had pulled off her and thrown to the kitchen floor in her apartment?
Three or four of the nurses Rika worked with were in attendance too, one of whom was the lovely and graceful Thai or Vietnamese girl who had introduced her to her yoga group. A few of her other yoga group ladies were there as well, including a stunning redhead MILF and a hot young blonde, with guys I assumed to be their husband and boyfriend, respectively. Yes, I’m a horny guy, so I won’t deny entertaining a few fleeting thoughts about having a threesome with Maricela, or being involved with a naked yoga class on the back lawn.
I can’t tell you all the fantasies I had about having sex with Rika in all sorts of ways in all sorts of places around that estate over the next few days. What a blast it would be for her to invite me over if her uncle and aunt were to leave town for a few days and ask her to house-sit!
I did email Rika the next week to congratulate her again, and her reply prompted a few more messages back and forth. We weren’t letting our emotions drive us like smitten teenagers, but did agree that we were looking forward to “seeing” each other at the next opportunity, using our code-word for hooking up for sex.
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We got that opportunity a few weeks later. Cheryl planned a day trip to a city about three hours away with her mom, just to visit some antique shops and some other sights and have dinner along the river, for some mom-and-daughter bonding time. They would leave in the middle of the morning and would be back late, surely after 10:00 pm. When Cheryl informed me of this, I sent an email to Niharika asking if that weekend was good for her. One such opportunity earlier in the year had fallen through, frankly, because she was disciplined enough to know she had to study and prepare for a critical working exam, but for this one, she was excited about “seeing” me just as long as her schedule would allow.
By this time, Doctor Niharika Sabharwal was working at a different hospital than where she did her residency, with a group of general practitioners, one of whom had recruited her in her final semester of medical school. They rotated schedules because they all had emergency room shifts that needed coverage round the clock. For the weekend in question, Rika worked Friday night overnight until 7:00 am Saturday, then was to go in Sunday at 7:00 am, essentially having Saturday off. She wanted to sleep into the afternoon, and I would make an early dinner, kind of a belated celebration of her graduating and starting her career, and we’d surely have sex afterward. Her place or mine? She was still living with Maricela; on Thursday, she confirmed that her roommate was working the restaurant’s dinner shift that night, so we agreed on her place.
I arrived at Rika’s apartment around six o’clock with farfalle pasta, homemade marinara and pesto sauce, Italian bread, and a variety of veggies to incorporate into a salad. Of course, I’d seen her in all her naked glory before, but this time she showed more skin than I’d ever seen in her outfits before. She was dressed for comfort in the apartment that felt a little warm; her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her button-front sleeveless top, hemmed shorts, and flats left a lot of smooth, bare, brown skin on display. I couldn’t keep my hands away from her exposed arms and legs, so we made out on her couch for a few minutes before starting on dinner.
Bumping into each other playfully in her little kitchen, we heated and assembled our dinner and even fed each other bites of salad veggies. She was impressed with my sauces, and I was impressed with the way she handled her knives.
“I didn’t bring dessert,” I told her as we were setting our plates and silverware in the sink after dinner.
“Oh?” Niharika raised her eyebrows suggestively before I could finish.
“I think I’ll sample some of this,” I teased, noisily kissing her neck and reaching around for a boob. “Well, later, but I was thinking of taking you for ice cream.” She thought that was a great idea, and soon we were on our way. I drove her to a place I knew about a good distance from her apartment, and farther from my house, sure there would be very little chance of running into anyone we knew.
I got two flavors, a half scoop each in a cup, and she got a single lemon berry scoop in a cone. We sampled each other’s, of course, her sharing my spoon and me licking straight from her cone.
“You don’t like cones?” Rika asked, looking into my eyes while licking sensually.
“Sure,” I replied, snickering at her display. “But I wanted two flavors, and it’s easier in a cup.” I couldn’t hold back my grin when a dirty thought entered my mind.
“What?” She eyed me. “What are you grinning about?”
“Ummm, just thinking about what I’d really like to eat it off of.”
Her eyes widened, then she opened her mouth in mock surprise. “Oh? Where? What?”
I looked away, then popped another spoonful into my mouth.
“Go ahead.” She licked right at me, then swirled her tongue around her cone. “Say it.”
I leaned into her, giving her cheek a kiss with my cold lips. “Off your bare skin,” I whispered.
“You are so naughty,” she shot back. I wondered if the girl behind the counter could hear, but she was turned away.
“You are so right.”
I finished my dessert first, holding the last spoonful up to Rika’s lips for her to suck off. She did so with her eyes closed, then wiggled her tongue into the corners of her mouth. She was ready to go even before she had finished her cone, citing the fact that it was pretty damn cold in the store.
“I think you need to help me finish the before it melts,” Rika said as we pulled up to the first red light. She held the cone up toward me and then retracted it, holding it close and giving me a seductive stare. Wait, were those two buttons undone before? To my amazement, she hooked a finger into her top, pulling the fabric, along with the cup of her bra, down and outward. Her breast popped out, proudly displayed right there in the car. My eyes darted around to check the traffic – a car was beside us but not directly in line, and an SUV was pulling up behind us – then settled on the beautiful brown puffy nipple. She smushed the top of her cone right onto her teat, slathering it with lemon berry ice cream.
I laughed out loud. “Yes, I’d better help!” It was an awkward angle, but you better believe I managed to get my lips around that nipple and suck everything off. Rika is not typically a giggler, but she sure giggled at this. We had time for one more application before the light turned green, and she laughed out loud as her tit jiggled, making it difficult for my lips and tongue to slurp up the sweet stuff. But again, I managed.
“Who is the naughty one now?” I asked her, hoping to hit every red light on the way back to her place. I gently squeezed her nipple before she slipped it back into place out of sight. My hand went to her thigh, caressing the smooth skin and teasing at the hem of her shorts. A few blocks later, we did hit another red light, and she had just enough ice cream left for another taste.
“Another bite?” I asked.
“Sure,” she laughed, looking around. She exposed her tit again and dabbed some more ice cream on it. “Just a nibble, not a bite.”
I wasn’t thinking of actually biting, but she said it, so, as I slurped her creamy tit, I squeezed the excited puffy areola with my teeth as well. “Mmm, yummm,” I hummed as I finished licking and sucking, making sure to finish with a slow lick to leave some saliva. “Tasty.” She popped the remaining cone into her mouth and popped her glistening wet tit back into her bra and top.
I took a look at my passenger, loving the erotic contrast. She was a classy, mature, well-mannered, professional doctor; but her trademark dramatic eye makeup gave a glimpse into her wild and sultry side, the side that just afforded me the pleasure of licking ice cream off her tit while we were driving in the car. And I recalled the naughty sex in her kitchen while having a cup of tea a few months before. I felt privileged to be experiencing a part of Rika’s life that her family, friends, and colleagues probably couldn’t imagine.
Bounding up the stairs to her door when we arrived at her apartment building, there was another couple arriving nearby too, so it was all I could do to keep from giving Niharika’s ass a couple of squeezes as she climbed ahead of me. Once inside, though, we were all over each other. I pushed her back against the wall of the entryway, crushing my mouth against hers while she lifted a leg around me.