Guru

?Anshu will be angry,? my husband would often say when his projects were not turning out well. ?You really have to worry about Anshu there. He is a tyrant. We are all there just to serve,? he would say. I often wondered what type of man he was who could cause such trepidation in another man. I learned from my hubby that Anshu had slept with their client's sexy wife. My hubby told me he often overheard some women praising his 'bedroom abilities? in the lunchroom. ?He sounds frightening. I?m glad I don?t have to deal with such a person,? I replied. One night I went with my hubby to his company's annual party. I saw this very attractive man. I noticed he kept looking at me from the stage. I would catch him out of the corner of my eye watching me while I was talking or laughing with other guests. After the show, he came up and introduced himself. He was Anshu. I have heard about this guy a lot but never met him. He told me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he just had to talk to me. I was impressed with him - he was highly intelligent and fun to be around. We talked as if we knew each other for a long time. As we stood there chatting, he kept praising me on how pretty I was, how good I smelled, how nice I was dressed, what a nice person I was, making me feel incredibly special and attractive. Later when my husband joined us, I found myself in a small group heading off for drinks with him. The three of us spent most of the night together. I felt bad when the time came to leave the party and go back home. My hubby and I talked about his boss the whole way home. Later that night, I started thinking about him. I thought I had to know more about this man. I wished I had schemed a way to meet him again later. The following day I called him. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I felt that hot flash you get when you are nervous. I told him I had enjoyed his company very much the previous night. He told me he felt the same way. He told me that he also found me very attractive on the night. He was afraid to even go to the bathroom because he was afraid he wouldn't find me again. He then told me he was with other people and would call me later. I suspected my hubby was the ?other people?. I was unable to contain my anticipation of his call. Thirty minutes later, to my amazement, he called me and we talked. Once again I felt tongue tied. We talked for more than an hour. It was so refreshing to have a man that actually made me feel so beautiful. I really got to know him and thought this guy is a completely different person to the man he is made to be. As the days went by I began to think about him constantly and I called him every day. We talked about everything. The sound of his voice lit up my day. Many times I had to call again later because usually my hubby was in his office. I knew I had no right to call him without my husband's consent. But he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. His sweet words to me were the sunshine of my day,the most precious things in my life. His sweet words to me all seemed so real and so believing and made me tingle inside like a teenage girl. I was always the one calling him all the time and he didn't call me. He told me he liked it that way. I don't know when I stopped being interested in my work and started going just to call him. I didn't meet him in person until several weeks later. My husband invited him over for dinner. That day, Anshu asked me if I would wear a "certain" type of perfume which was his favorite. My reply was "Of course." In the back of my mind I knew this was so wrong. But I'd never had anyone treat me this way. It was such a great experience, knowing that a man's face would light up just at the thought of seeing you. It gave me so much confidence. I kept telling myself, "It won't happen. It's innocent fun and nothing else." I will never, as long as I live, forget that evening. It was electric. Scary. Exciting. When he showed up, it was like a bolt of lightening shot through my body. The attraction consuming me was like nothing I ever felt before in my life. The sight of him sent me on an emotional rollercoaster ride. The pure magnetism and vibes were thick and stifling when we were in the same room. Whatever we did not say with our mouths, we spoke with our eyes. It was obvious, there was a connection. I wouldn't have been surprised if my husband could feel it. Soon, I could barely breathe around him, the sexual tension was so thick. Inevitable, was the only word to describe the outcome. Love, I told myself, had nothing to do with it. Very quickly it was just the two of us talking, actually him talking and me eating up his every word. My hubby was shoved off the conversation and ended us leaving us alone. At one time the conversation turned to music, and he suggested I come to listen to a song on the cd player in his car. He was parked in a mall parking lot and asked me to come with him. By that time my hubby was seated in front of the TV and was no longer paying atention to us. At that time, I knew that if I went to his car, we were going to have sex. It was just a gut feeling. And it made me feel terribly excited. I agreed without much thought about my hubby. I was finally getting my chance to be with him. I didn't care that he was my husband's boss. "Would it ruin our friendship if I kissed you?" he said when we were inside the car. He didn't let me answer, telling me to think about it. I had been thinking about it! He started talking softly to me, whispering in my ear how he wanted to kiss me. Then he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips ever so gently I thought I'd melt. I was so startled, like a teenager who had been kissed for the first time on her first date. My heart was racing. I didn't know what to do. I came undone. How could it be that I could feel this way about this man? After a pause he again kissed me, this time fiercely, almost savagely. I found myself responding in the same way. One of his hands was locked in my head, holding my head back. The other hand gripped my body tightly. The thought flitted across my mind that I must stop the madness now. But intense, irresistible desire surged through my body and I clutched him as if I was drowning. Anshu lowered me onto the seat, his mouth never leaving mine for an instant. I felt that my whole life had been saved just so I could experience this moment. After kissing me until our mouths began to ache, Anshu disentangled himself from the embrace and then gently arranged my body so that my arms were thrown back in abandonment behind my head, and my legs were spread as wide apart as the limited seat space allowd it. Slowly he began kissing my tingling skin as he moved, inch by inch, towards my thighs. Slowly but surely his hand ended up down my skirt and tugged on my panties, taking it off. For a moment I moved to stop him. It was too personal, too soon. But then with an involuntary groan, I gave in. My head was spinning,I couldn't breathe. It seemed that he knew without any words being exchanged how my body was reacting. As he gently kissed me, I yearned for him to be rougher. And as soon as the thought was formed in my mind, he obeyed instinctively, taking me right into his mouth. His hands were under my buttocks, pushing me upwards, slowly, tantalizingly. He moved his hand in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, until I was crying out. ?Oh god...please? I cried, surprising myself. This was the shy, inexperienced housewife who wouldn?t talk to her husband about sex. But Anshu was not ready for that yet. With a swift move, so he leant on his seat and brought me on top of him. He lifted me a few inches, then slid me down so that I was directly above his mouth. ?Anshu please, I can?t? I heard myself saying. But my body was telling me something else. Now I thought I would explode. A groan rose out of me, as I gasped and shuddered with pleasure. It was too much. Wave of ecstasy swept through my groin and throughout my body, leaving my thighs shaking so much I thought I would collapse. Just as I thought I could stand it no more, I began to quiver uncontrollably and then I was rocked by another wave, this one so strong, so all-encompassing I could hardly believe it was happening. I closed my eyes and gave in to the shudders that were sweeping my body. I threw back my head and gasped, then realised I was shouting, screaming out my pleasure. I felt abandoned, freed of all inhibitions. As I slowly came back to my senses, Anshu once again changed our positions and carefully lowered me onto my back. Then he supported himself up on his elbows and slowly eased himself inside me. Again we were kissing wildly, biting, thrusting with our tongues. I felt a new wave of desire sweep through my body. I could feel every fiber of him inside me, thrusting until I thought I could take no more, then withdrawing until I begged him to return. His hands were stroking my body, and his mouth was all over me, on the nape of my neck, on my nipples, teasing, driving up and up in a crescendo. This time we shouted together. This was how lovemaking could really be like. And should be like. Not the routine, rather predictable sex I had grown accustomed to in my marriage. But the wild, abandoned feeling of two people giving each other so much pleasure that at times it felt almost unbearable in its intensity. It took us a long time to catch our breath. Afterwards we lay clinging together, unable to speak. Anshu raised himself on an elbow. On the cleft of my breast there was a bead of perspiration and gently he ran his hands over it and then over my breasts. ?You are beautiful? he said, kissing them, kissing me. I felt desired, desirable and glad to be alive. And grateful to Anshu for showing me how lovemaking could be. I had been wildly unfaithful to my husband but incredibly, I did not feel guilty. I didn't feel I was doing any wrong to my husband. I returned home from that trip very confused, yet elated. We went on to have sex in my office, his office, his house, and my house. Each time we made love it was so intense we lost tract of time, it seemed to go away. Words can't even describe how my whole body tingled from his devouring of me. He touched my soul. I had the feeling of oneness with him that I had never felt before. I dreamed about him and daydreamed about the moments we spent together. Anshu gave me that yearning of love and fulfilled that childhood wish that all women have. To meet the man of our dreams and I felt in my heart that he definitely was the one. From my first sight of him there had been such magic that it made me weak. I still don't know what it is that keeps me attracted to him after all this time. I know everyone will think that I am wrong but how can something that feels so right be so wrong?