Shanti Towers: Aroosa

"Bloody hell, Aroosa! This is insane! Turn down the god damn AC! I have work in the morning!" My husband screamed in frustration as he clutched the bed sheet to cover his shivering body.

It wasn't that it was hot. The weather was mild but my body was sweating and burning up every night. I feared menopause had arrived early at 43 but the doctor re-assured me that I was still not there yet.

I kicked off the bed sheet and my husband huffed and puffed before grabbing his pillow and leaving for the other room. Our children had moved out a few years ago and my husband usually slept in my son's room when I was like this. In recent years it felt like we were strangers sharing a bed. He never seemed interested in intimacy and I could not arouse myself to be intimate with a man that was sexually not interested in me.

In my early twenties I loved sex and we had 3 children but after three children my body was physically drained and I lost the desire and energy to have sex. Turning 40 seemed to switch something on in my body and I went from not wanting sex to beginning to feel an increasing craving with every day that passed.

I found my looks beginning to linger on men. It was younger flesh that caught my attention more. I felt like a ravenous carnivore desiring fresh meat. But, alas, I could never act out on such hidden desires as my standing as a respectable housewife in the community would be shattered.

It was nights like this, that I knew the cause of my sweating and insomnia. My body craved and hungered for something that my husband could not provide but I was too much of a lady to touch myself. I could not dare think about it. Despite my body's craving. It would be too improper. But as the morning arrived, I found my body grinding against the gathered bed sheet. I luckily woke before my husband. My alarm always went off first, so I could prepare his breakfast and get him ready for the day. It was fortunate that he did not discover me in such a state.

Lakshmi came over the following morning after my husband had left. Lakshmi only ever came over to share some innocuous gossip from the neighbourhood. This was the problem with living in apartments. You were much more likely to come across your neighbours on a daily basis.

"What took you so long? It doesn't matter. Get the tea on, because I have some tea to share with you," she said excitedly as she pushed passed me, not waiting for me to let her in.

I went to the kitchen to make the tea as she sat and waited. Before I could even sit down, she began on the latest gossip.

"You will not believe it. I do not even believe it. You know Pooja, her son was studying in Amrika and daughter in London?" I honestly did not know which Pooja this could be as there were three that I knew of in the building.

"3rd floor Pooja?" I queried.

"You are thinking of pouting Pooja. This is 7th floor Pooja," she said.

"Lawyer husband?" I began to narrow it down.

"Yes. Her. Baby face but she is not so innocent. She is the talk of the neighbourhood," she said.

"God Lakshmi. All this build up. Just tell me the tea," I begged as I grew frustrated.

"She has just given birth to a son, last week," she said. I was now confused.

"So? What kind of tea is this? It is very cold," I replied disappointed.

"Oh God! I must spell it all out for you. Do you remember her nephew who is studying in the local college? He stayed with them for some time," she asked.

"Simple boy? Engineering student? A little fat? I remember seeing him a few times," I said.

"A little fat? He was a bloody ladoo," she said and I could not help but laugh.

"What about him?"

"Sunita, works at the doctor. She works a few days a week on admin and records. She is 100% certain that after their second child he suffered an injury, down there, and the doctor said he would never have kids again," she said. I began to laugh as I thought she was joking.

"Injuries heal. What does this have to do with the ladoo?" I asked.

She brought up a picture on her phone of a baby.

"Look, he looks just like the ladoo," she said and we both giggled.

"Oh God! You will have me believing anything," I began to laugh.

"I don't blame her, you know. Men can never keep up with us as we get older. She probably just wanted to feel young again," she told me and it was something that resonated with me.

My night sweats came and went and I tried to resist the urges to touch myself despite the growing need.

My husband was required to head a project for his company in the middle east. This was not uncommon for an Indian wife as many husband's in the building worked abroad. It was part and parcel of the current economy.

He would be away for 6 months and it would mean that I was alone. My children lived abroad and my sister was many miles away. I had neighbours like Lakshmi who kept me busy with the neighbourhood gossip.

I was never much good with computers but it was the only way I could watch a serial. I had to get it on my laptop but I was never much good with them.

Aroosa: Do any of you know how to work the laptop for the new serial?

Pooja 3rd fl: My son set it up for me.

Lakshmi: Pooja's nephew is very good with these things.

Pooja 3rd fl: Nephew? My nephew is in America.

Lakshmi: Not you. The other Pooja.

Pooja (doctor wife): I only have nieces. Who are you talking about?

Lakshmi: You ladies are driving me crazy. Ladoo!

Pooja (doctor wife): She is not in the group. I will send you her number.

Ladoo, whose real name was Akram, began doing odd jobs around the building. He was trying to supplement his income as a student. It was admirable and he had a decent work ethic. Ladoo was the son of Pooja's elder sister who had married a Muslim man.

I called Pooja, who seemed in good spirits, she spoke with the glow of a new mother. She talked about how excited her husband was at having another child. She did not sound like someone who had just had an illicit affair baby. She said she would send Ladoo around.

I was fanning myself while having the AC on when I heard a knock at the door. I had been naked as I tried to keep cool. When I heard the knock. I quickly raced to pull on a long t-shirt and I wore a pair of black leggings. I did could not bare the thought of wearing underwear.

"Lad... Akram," I said as I watched him. He was average height at around 5'6" and a little chubby on the side. His belly was stretching his tight t-shirt. But as I looked at him a vivid image came to my mind. Ladoo's body on top of Pooja as he fucked her sweating body. I had to squeeze my legs together as the image permeated my usually sensible thoughts.

"Aunty Aroosa? Aunty Pooja sent me to help you with a laptop," he said as he brought me out of my dazed state. He struggled to make eye contact despite his valiant efforts. His eyes would glance down at my chest as my stiff nipples poked against my shirt. He was fighting the urge to stare at them and tried his best to look me in the eyes.

I could not help but look at his crotch and I noticed it had begun to bulge at the sight of me. I needed to avert my eyes before my lust became too evident. I blamed Lakshmi and her lascivious tales for my current mood. I did not need these distractions in my current state.

"Come in. I hope a young man like you can get this show working for me. All of the ladies are talking about it," I said.

"Yes. Aunty Lakshmi was telling me the other day. She also calls me Ladoo. It was just I noticed you were about to say it. She tells me it is because I am sweet," he said in that innocent manner.

"Oh, that you are," I said as I caught him staring at my chest once more. He looked away sharply once he saw me look at him.

It did not take him long to get it to work on my laptop and I hugged him when he did. I let my breasts press into his chest and I rubbed my thigh against his crotch. I pressed my thigh against his cock and I felt it begin to grow and bulge against me. I began to bite my lip as I felt my body burn up with heat.

It was a soothing motion with my thigh as I began to massage his cock. His arms were around my back and he was slowly moving them lower. He let his pinky finger rub against the band of my leggings. I inhaled sharply as I wondered if he was the seducer or was it Pooja.

I felt myself inhale deeply as his head was resting on my shoulder. My vagina was a furnace at this intimate contact.

I had to stop as this was becoming too much. What would people think of me?

I pulled us apart and he was reluctant to let go. I liked that he was reluctant but I could not do this with him.

Once he left I had realised that my shirt had become sweaty and see through. I was not surprised poor Ladoo could not think straight.

I began to watch the drama as the evening wore on but my mind kept replaying the embrace. Even when my husband called, I was distracted with thoughts of Ladoo. My mind began to imagine Ladoo and Pooja in various positions. My body was on such fire that it was impossible to not quench the thirst of my body.

My hand was between my legs as I played with clit. I wanted to finger myself but then the guilt kicked in.

"Stop debasing yourself," I heard from inside me and it took on my mother's usual disapproving tone.

I had to force myself to stop but my unconscious was not so easily tamed. I writhed all night as I imagined Ladoo fucking Pooja but rather than Pooja he was fucking me.

"Impregnate me, Ladoo!" I moan repeatedly in his ear as he continues to fuck me.

I wake up with a pillow between legs and I am grinding against it. My juices creating a sticky wetness all over the pillow. I will need to wash it, I tell myself.

I take a cold shower and try to cool the feelings within my body.

The heat seems to subside momentarily but I sense it will be a temporary respite. I am approaching my ovulation period and that is when I feel a little crazier than normal.

I visit my Father in Law. He lives a building a few blocks away. My husband and my Father in Law fell out many years ago and they are both stubborn as each other. They have still not made up but I keep an eye on him. He has a live in maid and it puts our mind at ease. He is 75 and I always ask him to come and stay with us but he refuses. Old men can be pig headed.

It is evening by the time I return home and I am tired enough to want to get ready for bed. After a brief conversation with my husband, I begin to prepare for bed. My busy day has kept my thoughts busy and my body is not in such a dire state.

*bzzz* *bzzz*

My phone vibrates on my nightstand. Someone is calling. It is a number that I have not saved.

"It is Akr... I mean Ladoo," he said. It made me giggle. Lakshmi was a terrible bully.

"Why are you calling so late?" I asked.

"Sorry, Aunty. I was talking to a friend and there is a way you can watch the serial on the TV," he said.

"Oh. You could have told me in the morning. Why the urgency?" I asked.

"Sorry aunty. I was just thinking about you and I thought you would be happy to know," he said.

"You think about me in bed?" I asked pretending to be offended.

He paused. He seemed to be thinking. I felt a little nervous as I was unsure how he would respond.

"Is that such a bad thing?" He seemed to find confidence from somewhere.

"It depends on what you are thinking. What are you thinking?" I asked.

I could almost hear the wry smile through the phone.

"Aunty, some things should not be shared," he said.

"Don't play games you are too young to play," I said. The conversation was making me heated.

"I am old enough. Ask Pooja Aunty," he replied and I gasped as my mind went back to the rumour. This boy was dangerous.

"What should I ask her?" I said.

"My age, if you do not believe me, I am 20," he replied.

I don't know why I was holding my breath but I was finally able to exhale.

He agreed to visit the next morning before he started college.

I was wearing a sari this time as I had to leave shortly after his visit.

I opened the door and he could not take his eyes off my body. His eyes were glued to my waist and hips.

"Do you want to come in?" I don't want to make you late," I said to hurry him in. My nipples were already stiff inside my blouse.

He had a little device that he was popping into the back of the TV. He looked back at me as I was placing some tea on the table. I was leaning over and as he was looking, I let my pallu drop and he was staring right down my cleavage gap. It caused him to bump his head against the TV and almost cause the TV to fall.

I quickly picked up my pallu to cover myself and came over to help him up. He was rubbing his head. I eased him down on to the couch and placed his head in my lap as I rubbed it.

I could feel him pressing the back of his head against my breasts. My erect nipples were poking against him and I was not stopping him.

Ladoo was like any man. Without certain boundaries he was going to see how far he could go. He turned his head so that his face was now pressed against my blouse. I don't know how he did it but he was able to seek out my stiff nipple and press his lips against it.

I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning but I could not stop a quiet, "Uhmph!" From escaping my lips.

This encouraged him as a hand joined his lips and he gently began to massage my breast. He was adept at handling a breast, he had a firm but gentle touch. It was becoming more evident to me that Pooja had trained him during their lovemaking.

My hand began to wander and I began to rub the back of my hand against his growing bulge. He was so hard already. I could not fathom why a virile young man would be so aroused by older women.

He seemed to be sucking on my nipple without letting my bra and blouse be a hindrance. I grasped his cock over his trousers, "Uff!"

This time I had to stop as I was afraid of being the next woman on Lakshmi's neighbourhood gossip round.

"You seem better Ladoo. You will be getting late for college," I said as I helped him up. He showed me how to use the device before leaving.

I was feeling hot and bothered during the day as I thought about the events. My womanly needs had long been neglected and my body was craving for this young man's attention.

I was scrolling through my phone as I was unable to sleep despite the late hour.

Then a message popped up on my phone. It was a picture of a dick. I gasped as I saw it. I clicked on the message from Ladoo but the picture had been deleted before I could open it.

"Sorry. Wrong number." He followed up with another message.

In my current state, I did not need to see that. I was already heated but after seeing that picture, my body became searing hot. My ovulation period was approaching and a hard naked dick was the last thing I need to see.

I rolled over on to my belly and I positioned my hand between my legs. I was not going to touch myself but I could not control my body as I humped my hand thinking of Ladoo's hard cock.

I was soaking my panties and the juices were flowing over my hand.

"Uff! Ladoo!" I moaned as I bit my lip.

I finally had some release from my sexual frustration but it only made me more desperate.

"I need your help," I messaged in the early morning. I had barely slept and I was feeling a little reckless.

He turned up promptly.

"I do not have long as I must be in college," he said as he saw me in my nightdress. It was sticking to my body due to my heated and sweaty state.

"This will not take long," I replied as I invited him.

I feigned some issues with the new device.

"Please bring my reading glasses. They are in my room," I asked. Once he entered the room, I sneaked up to the door and watched through the crack in the door.

I was not being subtle when I left my panties on the desk near my glasses. They were musky with my last night's excretions.

His eyes were immediately drawn to them. He glanced around and I stepped to the side. Once he was re-assured the coast was clear he picked them up and began to inspect them with his fingers. The next inspection was with his nose as he sniffed my scent. I wondered what he could smell. Pee? Vaginal excretions? Ass? Whatever he was smelling, he seemed to enjoy it as he began to stroke his cock through his trousers.

He was beginning to get lost in his lust as he undid his trousers and pulled out his cock and begin to stroke it. His next inspection followed with his tongue. He was tasting me. The scene was the singular most arousing and intoxicating event I had witnessed.

This was the time to step in, "What is taking so long?"

I opened the door and he sharply turned to see me in shock. He pulled his hand away but did not drop the panties.

"Don't stop. Tell me, what you were doing?" I asked.

"Nothing. I promise," he said.

I came up close to him, "Don't lie to me. I don't like it when boys lie to me. Is this why you sent the picture?"

"No. I mean. Oh God. I like you. You are sexy and when I am next to you, my cock is always hard. I sent it but then I got scared."

I pulled up his hand holding the panties to his nose.

"Good boy. Do you like the smell?" I asked as I begin to gently stroke his cock. I always had a good technique. Loose wrist, firm grip.

"Yes," he replied.

I began to undo his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. He was startled and unsure of himself or what was happening. I let his trousers drop to the floor with his underwear.

"Lay down on the bed and you will be able to sniff from the source," I said. He had this wide eyed look which was a mix of fear and excitement but he eagerly complied by kicking off shoes and trousers and jumping on the bed.

"Good boy," I said as I climbed on to the bed. I stood above him pantyless. He would have an eyeful of my hairy lubricated pussy.

The idea of him smelling my ass would not leave my mind. I sat down on his face and pressed my asshole into his nose.

"You like that? Don't lie to me," he tried to muffle a response but he was incoherent. I angled further down until my asshole was against his lips.

"Good boys lick," I said as I felt his tongue unashamedly begin to lick my asshole. His hand grasped my ass and he spread my cheeks. He put his lips against puckered asshole and began to lick around my tightening ring. I was nervous and excited at the same time. He was teasing my ring as it tightened and relaxed until he drove his tongue in.

"Uff! Ladoo! You have been trained well!" I said as I arched my back. He was surprising me with every move.

This was a new sensation and if I had not been on this power trip, I do not believe I would have ever dared asking a man to do this. But here I was with Ladoo's tongue fucking my ass. The squelching sound was so hot.

His tongue was forcefully passing my sphincter and each time he entered, I tightened my sphincter to keep him inside of me. This was so depraved and wrong but the hottest thing I had ever done in my life.

The fire in my pussy was too much and I moved back slightly so that his tongue left my ass but I was soon suffocating him with my cunt. He did not disappoint as he picked up where he left off.

His tongue licking up my slit as his fingers part my lips for him. His tongue circles my clit as his fingers massage my mound. I can only commend Pooja as she has trained this boy on how to pleasure a woman.

He begins to rapidly tongue my clit and simultaneously suck on it. I feel this rush of intense pleasure that I fall forward on to his dick. A deep lust overtakes my senses as I tongue his cock. Letting my tongue circle the head of his cock. I feel it contract and expand. It has been a long time since I had seen a virile young cock.

I could not hold it any longer as I began to deepthroat his cock. I let my saliva drip down his cock and run down his balls.

The new angle allowed him to finger fuck me while he continued suck and my rub my clit. He began to throat fuck me and I was choking on his cock. I was not able to hold back any longer as I climaxed over his face.

I was gripping the base of his cock and pumping like crazy as he came down my throat. It helped quench that crazy thirst in my body.

I rolled off him, wheezing and out of breath, my once a week yoga did not quite equip me for this.

I looked back at him and his cock was always already coming back to life. The fountain of youth was before my eyes. It brought a virility back to my body as I climbed on top of that virile cock.

I lifted my dress over my head and enjoyed his eyes marveling at my body. He had young ravenous eyes and they lit a fire inside of me. A passion my husband could not raise.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chest. My hips went into over drive as I rode his cock like a bitch on fire.

"Uff! Uh! Uh! Oh! Stay like this!" I begged as his cock fit me perfectly.

He grabbed my breasts and began to roughly squeeze and slap them.

"Uff! Ladoo!" I moaned like a deranged slut.

Sweat dripping off my body and landing on Ladoo.

My body was burning and I feared I would spontaneously combust at any moment until I felt the most powerful explosion I had ever experienced.

I collapsed on top of Ladoo after my second orgasm in a matter of minutes. Ladoo was still hard inside of me and I was gently grinding against him.

He seemed to muster courage to flip me over on my back and he began pounding my pussy. My pussy tried to grip on to his cock but it was no use against his rampaging thrusts.

"Your pussy is so hot aunty!" He grunted in my ear.

"Harder! Fucking harder, Ladoo!" I begged.

He started slamming into me like a maniac. I wrapped my legs around him knowing he was close. I had another orgasm approaching myself.

"Cum inside!" I begged.

He slammed hard inside of me and I locked my legs around him to trap him. I needed his cum to quench my hunger.

"Fuck! Aunty!" He grunted as he unleashed his baby making sperm inside of me.

After that day, I did not feel that heat. He had quenched the ravenous hunger inside of me. But a feeling returned that I had not felt in many years. I knew what this meant and I had to act fast.

The next day I caught a flight to my husband's city.

"I am at the airport. My taxi should be at your apartment in 30 minutes. Please ensure it is clean," I said.

"What? What are you doing here?" He asked confused. I cut the phone on him. I was desperate and I needed time to think. My life could implode if my husband did not fuck me tonight.

It was the middle of the night and my husband was groggy as he answered the door.

"What is going on?" He asked as he rubbed his eye.

"Can a wife not miss her husband?" I asked.

He was about to ask another question and I just pounced on him out of desperation. I did not need an inquisition. I needed a good seeding.

My tongue was down his throat and I had him pinned down to the couch. I began to tear at his clothes and then something switched in him. He was always the dominant one and he began rip my dress from my body. We had not acted with this passion in many years but an animal instinct overtook us and it was not long before the top of my dress was torn to expose my breasts and the bottom of my dress was hitched up.

He tore my panties from my body and thrust inside of me without warning. He was a rampant bull and fucked me hard as we were both panting heavily.

"Harder! Harder! Fuck me like you want to impregnate!" I could sense he thought it was an absurd notion but it drove him crazy as he fucked me hard.

"Fuck! Cumming!" He grunted and I instinctively locked my legs around him.

As we got into bed that night, he asked, "Aircon?"

I smiled at him, "Just take your clothes off and fuck me!"

Something got into us and we could not stop fucking all night. We were like teenagers again.

It was a few weeks later that it was confirmed that I was pregnant. Our sex life was back and we had a new baby that would fill our empty nest.