Naughty Indian Affairs

Excerpts from the book

They stared at one another for a moment; no words were exchanged, just physical electricity between them. It was tangible and undeniable to both of them. The sort of feeling you get when you are about to do something risky and naughty but know that the feeling of orgasmic pleasure that you are about to feel is worth the thrill and rush.

Any apprehension at that moment went crash landing, plummeting to the dirt quicker than the thrusting of Norman Bates knife in the shower scene. The iron skillet of marital trust disappearing in a puff of smoke as their mouths remained glued together passionately.

The thrill of the chase, the naughtiness of the affair, his wife but a distant memory. She had never given him a feeling like this, an uncontrolled feeling of ecstasy, his loins burning with anticipation. Nothing could have beaten the sheer excitement and danger that was rapidly filling the room.

Manjit had always loved Asian girls, the way they held themselves, the way they could dress up in traditional suits and look stunning were part of the alluring factors that brought him to this conclusion. The word monogamy buried under the swathes of sexual tension filling every crevice of the room as their hot, sweaty, naked and pulsating bodies writhed around from position to position with expert and lustful aplomb. His nubile and agile body entwined with hers as though they were one.

This smacked of pure animal lust, nothing more and nothing less. The snap and thrill of the affair, the thrust of power of taking another man’s wife in his arms in this dark and seductive fling were contributing factors for his thirst to be sexually entangled in this web of treachery.

Therefore, the next three months were soaked with sneaking around, surreptitious encounters and orgies of sweaty and pulsating sex. The expectation of sexual monogamy that the word marriage stands for was startlingly burnt at the stake the more they met and the more they banished their souls to the baron wastes of Cheats Ville. A lonely and desperate place; where the screams of yearning, the clutches of despair are frequently heard by the divorced losers piously licking their wounds after watching their marriages dissipate before their very eyes from being caught out in affairs of this kind. It was only a matter of time before their sexual binging would bring them both careering down from the clouds of lust.

On many occasions, the camera would drop downwards and a shot of them rubbing their feet together in between the sheets was all that could be seen in true Bollywood style.

His ideological tilt had been well ingrained over years of seeing and hearing the experiences of others who had slithered down the same black hole, and now here he was, another victim washed up on the shores of beach duplicity.
This is one of the main reasons for affairs when the constant temptation is dangled in front of someone; the passes are made repeatedly, until that person succumbs. This is where the rot sets in. In the same way that most murders are committed by someone you know, most affairs are had by someone you know too. Ask yourself how many times would or could you resist the temptation if free, uncomplicated sex was offered to you by a sexy and gorgeous girl/guy…ponder on that for a moment! Everyone is human and everyone has needs, quick fixes, scratches that need a little tender loving itch every now and then…this is life!

The only thing missing was thunder and lightning in the background and some kind of weird `paagal auntie character` as there was in the classic Bollywood film `Phir Wohi Raat` playing a little number on a piano up in the attic room with her unkempt hair frazzled, frayed and scattered over her head in a shambolic follicular clutter.

She ranted on `I find it fascinating looking at their desperate, grasping looks plastered across their faces when the mere hint of sex is on the cards, watch them speak in monosyllables inbetween fiddling with their crotches at the very thought of getting some. It is all in the math.` She spoke like the true nymphomaniac that she was revered as, her specialist mastermind subject `nookie.`

The shelter and comfort of all their relationships were slowly being burnt to a crisp in the smouldering flames of forbidden extra marital lust and chicanery. The evening ahead promised to be terrifyingly compelling and calamitous for every one of them. There was simply no escape as the executioner of veracity beckoned them…

In a sudden paroxysm of laughter he reached up and for some bizarre reason ran his hand deep into the shock of black hair scrunched up over her skull. He rummaged for a few seconds before pulling it out slowly as though examining a rare disease. `AAAGGHHH!` He yelled as the gooey oil extracted from within stuck to his hand like leprosy. Droplets of Amla oil seeped through his fingers. The pungent waft immediately struck the group as everyone instinctively held their noses in discomfort.

The group laughed - good looking and funny, you could see why Samantha was creaming her knickers just at the thought of this wolf trying to tame the rampant tigress that she was becoming as every second ticked.
Manjit had finished on the toilet and with his mind in turmoil he reached behind him instinctively, his hand searching for the empty milk bottle he could use to wash his arse with, the one he had used throughout this childhood. It was normally the one with the brown residue around the rim and congealed pube stuck to the side.

`Calm, you are joking right? She is about as calm as the Incredible Hulk after he has popped a bottle of steroids, sunk ten cans of Red Bull and snorted a couple of lines of coke, basically not very tranquil.` Manjit’s response leaving his friend in no doubt as to the ladies temperament and state of mind at the present time.