Rooftops: Episode 1

Sheila assumed that because her building was the tallest around, no one could see her. She had built her house to remind her of lush Shillong days–not so easy considering her new South Indian home was as dry as a desert.

The main house was on the ground floor, but upstairs on the second Sheila had her rooms, surrounded by a riotous burst of greenery. It was her refuge. She tended to her lush vegetation meticulously, a green thumb among Sheila’s less immediate charms. Spending hour upon hour each day, she tended to each and every leaf and stalk wearing a transparent saree with nothing underneath but her voluptuous naked body.

As her last son grew into a teenager, Sheila found it necessary to meet the needs of her still smoldering sexuality in different ways than the past, and over the years she had a string of lovers, some dearer to her with whom she spent long, unhurried hours, others devoured merely as a special treat to feed her animal lust.

Those from the former category would often apologize to Sheila upon leaving after their hours-long sex sessions, feeling guilty about receiving so much pleasure yet unable to repay the favors with their time and devotion. The latter breed were used more than they were using Sheila, and she demanded of them only the attention and the full prowess of their abilities, and that they comply with her demands to make the sex rough.

“For what?” she would laugh at their fumbling departing excuses. “I never expected you to stay.”

Sheila never let either type of lover forget their status. These men and–she’d admit it–mere boys were mostly junior officers at the company where her husband worked. All were well aware that their careers were at the mercy of Sheila’s cuckold husband, Jayesh.

One curious idiosyncrasy of Sheila’s was the ferocious cries that rattled her house during the most intense sexual encounters. The animal gnashing was involuntary and simply the unleashing of Sheila’s similarly beastly passions. It often shocked and even dismayed first-time lovers, but they soon learned that this bellowing merely meant they were doing their jobs. Many of the men tried to emulate Sheila’s screams with their own roars, but they were always drowned out by the buxom, delicious woman whose orgasms were so cataclysmic they left her limp and semi-conscious afterward.

Sheila never allowed the men to get too attached, and made them fully aware that none were irreplaceable by interchanging them at will. Yet each disappointed gigolo secretly hoped that his wife or wife-to-be would be able to harness the passion of this wildcat under the sheets.

After the encounters Sheila would shower, surveying the bruises and small cuts she demanded her lovers inflict upon her and relishing the marks they left behind. In the flow of bodies at Jayesh’s cocktail parties–which he threw regularly for the good of business and moral at the company–Sheila knew what her job was. Making her entrance by slowly descending a staircase in another fabulously flattering saree, Sheila only arrived at the party once it was in full swing. Indeed, her entry signaled that the party had actually started.

“The only reason I come to your parties is your beautiful wife,” one of Jayesh’s peers or underlings was sure to confide in him at every gathering.

“Sheila is quite the hostess,” Jayesh would affirm. “That’s why I keep her around.”

The men she flirted with at those parties were reduced to jelly and fucked their wives those nights with a rare gusto. With the most sensuous guile imaginable, Sheila worked the room and the men in it, keeping drinks filled, conversation flowing, and eyes chasing her from their secret-most corners. By the time she finished with each smitten partygoer, even suspicious wives felt complimented that beautiful hostess Sheila had troubled to flirt with their men.

Upon spotting a fresh male face in the crowd, Sheila made it her duty to introduce herself and her many charms. And if he was lucky, and she could sense underneath his smile and tuxedo the length and girth of talent that would suffice her demanding passion, then she might take such a candidate on a tour of her opulent home and–in a secure room–size up his cock with glossed lips, agile tongue, and Sheila’s bottomless appetite for semen.

Afterward the shocked young man would be left to consider what had just happened. If he received a note from her the following day, it meant Sheila had been sufficiently impressed with his physique that she wished him to explore her own with it.

But that was then. Jayesh broke his promise to return the family to Shillong when he landed a promotion. And that broken promise broke Sheila’s spirit. It had been several years since the pretty young boys had stopped frequenting. Haunting her private rooms naked but for her transparent sarees and the watering can with which she tended to the plant life that provided her only companionship, Sheila–the gray webbing through her hair now but her physical beauty otherwise undiminished–unhappily endured.

Daydreaming about rain in Assam one afternoon, however, Sheila’s stilted calm of an existence was about to crumble. She was watering the lush arboretum that concealed the balcony to her bedroom one day when overtaken by sorrow over the Shillong idyll she so missed. And recalling its deliciously random downpours, Sheila allowed the trickled from the garden hose to splash across her chest, the thin saree clinging to her naked breasts as her nipples hardened under the moisture.

Allowing her mind to run away with the dreams and memories instigated by the flow of the garden hose, Sheila looked down and noticed that her entire saree was now drenched and hugging every curve and contour of her body underneath it.

But she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Unbeknownst to Sheila in the hothouse of her balcony, the teenage boy next-door had climbed to the roof at the urging of his mother, to check the level of the water tank. And what Sham saw next was as new to him as the complicated sensations bubbling from the base of his hidden erection.

Will Sheila’s passion get the best of her out on that balcony and make her do something she’ll later regret? What will virginal Sham make of the beautiful recluse next door?? Could their meeting be just what each one of them needs to satisfy their wildest desires???

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