Anisha in Love Ch. 02

CHAPTER TWO

Tushar Rathi, her boss, was a friendly, generous man in his mid forties. She knew he liked her and had big eyes for her. Although she didn't actively encourage him in that direction, she didn't protest when he stole glances at her thighs as she sat at the open front desk facing him, or when he looked down her neckline or brushed a hip or breast as he passed her.

Anisha considered that a good investment in getting along on the job. That way, he didn't get angry when she made a mistake. Following the same philosophy, she only giggled when, after he had pointed out a mistake to her, he gripped her around the waist, holding her under his left arm and gave her a smack on the seat of her tight skirt, his hand lingering there a fraction of a second, just giving the suggestion of a squeeze to her firm buttock.

After that, he often warned her, with a twinkle in his eye, that one of these days she was going to make one mistake too many and he would take her over his lap and spank her.

"I warn you, Anisha," he went on, "if I have to do that, I'll do it just the way I spanked my own daughter when she needed, skirts over your back and panties down. I'll bet you have a sweet little target for a spanking."

When he gave her that warning, Anisha told herself she would never submit to that, if he ever became serious about it, but she wondered if she would accept a compromise such as taking a spanking through her slip and panties. It was a Nishar paying job than she had hoped for and Tushar was a wonderful boss. When she won the state beauty title, he had hugged her and given her a big raise. She knew that if she blew that job, she'd never get another one even close to being as good, not even as the resigned state beauty queen.

The story of her resignation made page one in the morning paper that day and Tushar called her into his private office to talk to her about it. He was his usual charming, gentle self and she had carried her secret burden alone for too long. To her surprise, and to his, she broke down and told him everything.

He took her to the couch and sat beside her, her head on his chest and shoulder as she told him of the final blow, the way her lover had rejected her, blamed her for everything and refused to marry her.

"Look Anisha," Tushar told her in the most comforting tone he could find, "as for the guy, it's good that you found out what kind of a shit he is."

"But I don't want to have a baby," she wailed and he hugged her more tightly.

"You poor kid, you're not going to have a baby. My wife is going to take you to visit a woman, she'll give you a douche, mostly soap and water, your period will come, just like that."

Tushar phoned his wife and she arrived within an hour. Anisha 's eyes were dry then and she was able to see that Nisha was a stunning, sophisticated beauty in her early thirties with a smile as warm as her husband's.

While they had waited for Nisha, Tushar had told Anisha that his wife wouldn't be shocked at all, that they were swingers and that nothing shocked them. In the car on their way to the appointment, Nisha elaborated a little more on that theme, telling of their swinging friends and hinting that at weekend parties, husband and wife labels were removed and the name of the game was fun.

"It sounds like you and Tushar really enjoy life," Anisha commented.

"That's what life is all about, dear, enjoy-enjoy. Isn't it silly," she went on. "Here we are, a pair of old folks, I'm thirty-one and Tushar is forty-five. You, on the other hand, are a stunning beauty of nineteen, a beauty queen. Tushar and I have tons of fun while you don't have any. You get one piece of tail and you're up the stump."

"All beauty and no brain, I guess," Anisha said, sadly.

"That isn't true, Anisha. Tushar is a pretty good judge of intelligence and he says you have plenty. I can see that too. It's just that we've had time to shake off all the silly taboos. We know where pleasure is and how to take it. If you're lucky, you'll learn too, before you get stuck with a husband, a bunch of kids and memories of the beautiful figure you used to have."

"Maybe when this is over, I'll smarten up. God, I thought he was everything, wedding bells, the house in the suburbs, the works."

"It's all a trap, Anisha. Both Tushar and I were married before but we escaped. Sure, we're married to each other, but it isn't the kind of marriage you had in mind. I think the first thing you should do is get away from family influence. You can't really start enjoying life when Mummy is waiting up for you when you come home at night."

And then they were at the house and Nisha went in with her. They met a plump, great woman who told Anisha that her troubles were over, that there would be no pain and no danger.

"It's about as serious an operation as brushing your teeth," she added with a smile, then took the girl to another room.

When it was over and Anisha was putting her panties back on, she couldn't believe that anything as simple as that could end a pregnancy.

They drove to Nisha's house and the girl was impressed by the look of wealth and of good taste. She phoned her mother to report that she would be spending the night at her employer's home and, as usual, left the number. As she did so, she knew Nisha heard and felt ashamed of having to act like a child, giving Mummy the phone number so she could check. She recalled that the woman had said about getting away from home and vowed to do it.

The two women chatted, then went out for lunch. They ate a good meal in an exclusive restaurant, had a couple of drinks then returned to Nisha's house. During the afternoon they chatted again and when Anisha showed an interest in swinging, Nisha told her a lot more about it, this time not hinting, but in vivid, exciting detail.

"Understand, dear," Nisha told her, "I'm not trying to lure you to our way of life. I'm just telling you how great it is and how much I think you'd enjoy it. You can be sure the men would flip at the sight of you, but what you may not have guessed is that the women would too."

"You mean... like lesbians?"

"That's just a label, Anisha. There are four other couples in our group. Five couples in all. You know how it is with a man, he goes off once and he's out of action for a long time. When one of us needs a partner, there's always another gal ready to hit the sack with her. Not only is it fun, but men love to watch a pair of bare naked gals working on each other, it helps them get worked up faster and gets them back into action."

"You mean you use your mouths on each other?" Anisha asked.

"Believe it baby, and it's yummy, both getting it and giving it. When your boyfriend got into your panties that night, did he go down on you?"

"Oh God yes. He drove me right out of my mind. He was still licking my clit when I came. I thought I'd fly apart."

"I know what you mean, honey, but when a woman goes down on you it's even Nishar. A woman's body is smoother, she's more gentle and she understands what her partner wants and how she feels. In fact, if you weren't on the verge of your period, I'd offer to give you a sample."

A few minutes later, when Anisha went to the bathroom, she let out a shriek of joy as she saw that her period had commenced, her troubles were over. As she sat on the toilet, she thought of the many things Nisha had told her and, fear having passed, felt wild excitement take its place and told herself that next day, she would begin taking the pill. She wasn't sure how far she was going to go, but she made up her mind she was going to sample life and make her decisions as she faced them.

Later, Nisha said she was going to get ready to greet her husband. She was away for a long time and when she returned, Anisha gasped aloud at the sight of her. She wore a sheer black negligee through which Anisha saw she was wearing a low cut black bra and skimpily designed black panties which covered only a very small portion of well rounded buttocks. She also wore a black garter belt, dark, sheer nylons and high heels. It was the most exciting costume Anisha had ever seen.

"Do you usually dress like that to greet your husband?" she asked the smiling woman.

"Usually. Sometimes for variety, I greet him nude. Other times I may wear just garter belt and nylons, sometimes an open fur jacket, anything I can think of to make him get a hard-on at the sight of me."

"You're really something, Nisha, and my God, you've got some body too."

"Thanks, dear. You see, my husband spends his days downtown where he sees all those horny young chicks in minis and hot pants and no bras and all that. When he gets home, I want him to see that his wife looks pretty good too."

"With the equipment you've got, I can see why it works."

"It works so well," the woman said with a grin, "that I often get my choot lapped and get fucked before dinner. After that, if the meal is spoiled, we don't notice anyway."

They were still laughing when they heard Tushar's car pulling into the driveway. They went to meet him and Anisha saw him smile at the sight of his wife. Closing the door behind him, he took her in his arms and they kissed passionately, obviously not bothered by the presence of their visitor. As he kissed her, Tushar's hands fondled her lush buttocks and she sighed and squirmed against him.

Tushar asked Anisha how she was and her eyes shone as she assured him the treatment had worked and she felt great. They went into the living room, Nisha poured Martinis and sat with her husband on the couch. As she did, her negligee fell open to display a luscious thigh and Tushar put a hand on it and rubbed gently.

"I have a feeling this is going to be one of those nights when dinner is late," Nisha told Anisha who sat opposite them and saw the bulge in the front of Tushar's pants.

"I see what you mean. Maybe I should go read a book or something and leave you lovebirds alone."

"Hell, you'll never find a book as interesting as what you can see here. Stick around, we love to have an audience, don't we, darling?"

"That's right, Anisha," Nisha told her, her tone low and husky. "If you've never watched a couple making out all ways, stick around. I think you'll find it more than a little bit exciting."

For a moment, Anisha thought they were kidding, but when Tushar put his drink down and unfastened the sash of Nisha's negligee, she knew they were very serious after all.

He pulled the garment wide open and Nisha sighed as he began to fondle her breasts through the semi-cups of her bra, then reached around her to unhook it. Reaching over his wife, he pushed the negligee and bra off her arms and Anisha was surprised to see that Nisha's big breasts were as firm as a teenager's, as firm looking as her own beauties and almost as big.

While she watched, Tushar took the fleshy gourds in his hands and fondled them, then fed one into his wide open mouth and sucked greedily while his wife squirmed with passion.

"Oh lover," she groaned, "how you treat my tits. You do know how to suck tits and choots and everything. Go lover man, suck me crazy."

As they continued to writhe all over the roomy couch, Nisha rolled over onto her husband and fed a breast into his mouth. Her plump, beautifully rounded behind made the little triangle of nylon stretch until Anisha thought it would explode, but it didn't. She saw too how the nylon caressed her crotch and trembled with arousal.

Anisha had seen many naked female bodies in the change room at school before and after gym and swimming periods, but they had never excited her. What she felt then was a whole new thing though and, coupled with all the things Nisha had told her earlier about lesbian love, she understood for the first time how a woman could make love with another woman instead of a man, saw how it could be a wildly exciting experience and sensed that it would not be long before Nisha took her to bed and confirmed all that for her in the most direct possible manner.

"Anisha, be a dear," Tushar called to her as he held and rubbed the breast he had been sucking, "take her panties off before they catch fire."

"Yes, dear, do," Nisha said with a catch in her voice as her husband resumed sucking her breasts and fondling them with both hands.

Anisha sat rooted for a few seconds, then when she got to her feet her knees were so weak with excitement that she feared she would fall. She went to the woman and caught the waistband of her panties with trembling fingers. With some difficulty, she stripped the garment down to Nisha's bent knees then, impulsively, her hands went to the silken buttocks and she rubbed. They were well fleshed and silken smooth.

When she realized what she was doing and what the feel of the woman's body was doing to her, she removed her hands and worked the panties under Nisha's knees and took them off. The nylon was warm as she held the panties in her hand and there was just a suggestion of moisture in the portion which had covered Nisha's warm vulva.

Anisha felt disappointment when she saw the man get off the couch, then saw that it was only to strip. He stripped naked and she gasped at the sight of his stiff, twitching penis and the heavy sac of equipment below.

Nisha was watching too and as she did, she kept a hand rubbing in the warmth of her crotch.

"Doesn't he have a beautiful cock, darling," Nisha asked with a smile. "One of these days when he pushes it slowly up your tight little choot, you'll know how beautiful it is."

Anisha trembled at that as she realized that the woman was serious and knew too that when the opportunity came, she would accept it. Once again, she wondered how far she was going to go into the strange world in which Tushar and his wife lived.

And then the couple squirmed into a different position on the couch and Anisha saw Nisha's legs go high in the air, her crotch wide open and looking wet and hot.

But it didn't stay open long as Tushar filled it with his face and Anisha heard sounds of wet sucking. That went on for a while, then the sound ceased even though Tushar's head was still moving in her crotch. Moving closer, Anisha bent to see that instead of sucking as he had been, Tushar was licking his wife's clitoris as she groaned and sighed in obvious ecstasy.

Instantly, Anisha recalled the thrill of having a tongue lapping her there and she squirmed with desire as the man licked on until his wife climaxed with much threshing and groaning.

"Oh Anisha, darling," she sighed then, "how this man of mine eats choot. You must get him to go down on you as soon as your chooting season is open again."

Anisha didn't reply, but she knew she wanted that, knew instinctively that she would beg for it if he didn't offer to do it to her.

And then Nisha parted and raised her legs again, drawing them back over her naked body. Tool in hand, Tushar lowered himself onto her. Crouching beside the couch, Anisha watched as he brought the swollen head of his organ to his wife's slit, then stretched it into a wide circle as he pushed it in until it was buried to the hilt and she was groaning with desire.

He rose slowly and Anisha stared in fascination as his big instrument worked in and out, picking up moisture from the depths of her vagina so that it shone. When Anisha moved closer, she could hear an exciting squishing sound as hard cock worked in and out of juicy choot. After a long time, Tushar was stroking harder and faster, his strong body pounding in his wife's crotch.

Nisha panted that she was coming, he gave her a few more fast strokes, then they were writhing and panting together in strong, delicious orgasm. Staring under Nisha's arched bottom, Anisha saw the juice of their labors trickling from a slit which couldn't hold it all. Pressing her thighs together, she groaned with desire.