Ruining Her: Risky Positions [Part 2]

Part 2 of a sister's revenge. Ruining her business by getting naughty with her partners.

Ruining Her: My Perfect Fuck [Part 1]

Part 2~

Love was in the air. Jai and Asha were obsessed with each other. Well, I’d say more Jai was infatuated by Asha. I didn’t really have to guess why so, I continued to pick at my already deteriorating red nail varnish. Smiling at myself as I recalled the chaos I had caused with those awful red nails.

“Asha and I are planning to have her business partners round for dinner tomorrow night. Of course you are more than welcome to stay, but it will be a lot of business talk.”, Jai’s tone was condescending, like I was the naukaraanee.

Huh, if only he knew. Things had been slightly tense since my escapade, it seemed like Jai and Asha were closer than ever and my visit was now a complete hindrance to their lack thereof sex life. Shit, what if this didn’t work? I needed another way to sabotage Asha’s life, like she’d done mine years ago.

“Neha, NEHA! Earth to bewakoof! Did you hear Jai?”, Asha’s tone matched her beloved husband’s- condescending.

“Sorry Asha. Erm, don’t worry guys. I will catch up with some friends tonight and tomorrow I can take the kids to the pictures?”, I responded innocently.

They both looked at each other pleased with my response. I turned away and walked into the spare room they graciously prepared for me. It had been 5 days since I had arrived and all I did was strengthen their love? Make Asha a Sex Goddess? Fuck, I needed to ruin her! Shutting the door and switching on my laptop I began researching who Asha’s business partners were. If I couldn’t ruin her marriage, perhaps I could ruin her business? Hmm, I didn’t know she was creating a haircare line? I continued my search and I found her business partners. What a coincidence? Sunil was in my class the year I was caught with the professor between my legs. I’ll tell you about that next time.

The Universe did really throw me a bone. Maybe there was such a thing as perfection? I found out there was a New Delhi’s Hottest Founders dinner at Megu and it was a black tie event. ‘Simply perfection’ as Ma would say. I logged into my old Facebook account and began searching for Sunil Bhardwaj. Learning all his likes and dislikes. Apparently he was divorced and liked an odd visit to Paharganj. Naughty Sunil. Next was her college best friend, Shreya. Now, Shreya and I had some history. She was very experimental back when I knew of her. There might have been a kiss in the Professor’s office between us. Nothing else really happened, because we didn’t have much time between lesson change-over. She was the teaching assistant that needed to pass her PhD and I needed to get into next year’s classes. It was time to transform into Asha again.

“Oh you’re looking very stylish. Is that dress from Gucci?”, Asha looked me up and down, like Ma used to, judging me.

“This was something I picked up before I came here. Cute huh? Don’t wait up for me, I have the spare key.”, I threw the shawl around me, and my sinister smile pushed through my nonchalance.

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Megu was as expected. Seven stars of hedonism and beauty wrapped in a yellow low-light. The subtle hint of jasmine and expensive whiskey wafting through the air. I instantly felt free, like I was back in my own territory. The Founders’ dinner had just begun. Many were around the bar area, drinking and networking with each other. I quickly took my seat at the bar, my long silk dress parting its way to let my left thigh breathe in the exquisite aura.

“Johnnie Walker, single, 2 cubes.”, I instructed the bartender.

And just like kismet would have it, I felt his presence. He was handsome now, the peppered beard and hair glistened in the darkness. His eyes green and gorgeous. I hadn’t realised how tall he was and it brought some fond memories of school to my mind, before I was forced to leave. He leant against the bar and his dark Tom Ford cologne drifted to me. I turned to face him and his jaw was strong, defined. Sunil’s hair tousled in-front of him in that messy model look. Hrithik Roshan! That’s who he resembled now.

“Make that two. Asha, what are you doing here? Were we not doing dinner tomorrow, and whiskey?”, his gravelly tone breaking through the piano music in the background.

“Sunny, I came here to support you and Shree.”, I could imitate Asha very well.

“Well we are in that private booth there. I’ll tell security to let you in.”, he glanced at my deep V-neck and I could tell he wanted to see more.

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I promenaded around the bar chatting to a few people so they would know Asha was here tonight. Then decided to head to the private booth, both Shreya and Sunil looked up instantly and greeted me the same way presumably they greeted Asha. I couldn’t understand what they were talking about, but I nodded in all the right places and found the lucky moment to place my red manicured hand on Shreya’s bare leg. She looked down momentarily, trying to decipher what had just happened. Ignoring her confusion I began rubbing her thigh softly. My thumb grazing higher and higher till I could feel the heat coming off from her pussy.

“Now enough talk of business yaar. I want to try something.”, I whispered.

“Asha I-”, Shreya’s silky voice tried to interrupt my hand.

“Sunny, I know you like to watch. I’ve known about your visits to Paharganj especially after our team dinner. Thank you Facebook, LinkedIn.

Both stared at each other in confusion and I simply looked between them waiting for the simultaneous nod of approval. 3, 2, 1. There was that nod I was waiting for. I would let Sunil watch as Shreya and I had some unfinished business to complete. I pulled myself closer to the beautiful curly haired princess that was Shreya. My mouth moved closer to hers and I placed a soft kiss. However she did not want slow and romantic, she wanted hard, rough and dirty. Her hands grabbed the back of my neck and she began kissing me fervently. Her hands exploring my body with urgency.

Sunil watched intently and spread his legs wide as he started to rub the growing erection in his trousers. I was now laying on the booth seating and Shreya was on top of me. She removed my dress and I lay there in a black g-string and nothing else. Her warm mouth sucked on my nipples each one getting long suckles and twirls. My mouth hung agape and I could see Sunil’s cock poking out of his trousers as he stroked himself watching his two business partners intertwined. Her mouth trailed down to my stomach and left butterfly kisses. My moans were being masked by the hum of the dinner and soft melodic piano tones. Sunil’s head tilted back and I could hear him say ‘more’ and ‘eat her pussy Shreya, I know you’re hungry.’

Shreya trailed kisses down my stomach and then stopped at the top of my soaked panties. Now, I knew if I continued this tryst they would agree to all of Asha’s demands and she’ll continue to live a happy and perfect life. So I did what any sane sister who wanted revenge did.

“Shreya, what are you doing?”, I said in a panicked voice.

“Wha- what?”, Shreya looked up and her voice rattled with confusion.

“I’m married and happy. Why did you talk me into this?”, more panic flooded my voice.

“Asha?”, Sunil had interrupted, his plump penis still hard and poking.

“I don’t know what came over me. I don’t sleep with sluts. And you, Sunny? I know you go to those dirty girls in Paharganj.”, I said with sharpness.

They both had looked at each other in disbelief. The shock impaling their faces. Shreya sat up and continued to gawk, waiting for the moment I would say ‘HAHA JOKING! MAZAAK!’ I didn’t. I began dressing myself and leaving them in a state of horror. Knowing this would cause friction among them was the best revenge for me. I didn’t silence them as I did with Jai’s conference. I wanted a divide, I needed Asha to be destroyed.

“You both disgust me. I can’t believe I let you use me like that.”

I walked away, the smirk on my face gleaming in that yellow burn. I couldn’t wait to watch that bitch burn.