Saleem And Rehana – The Perfect Couple

Saleem was the new up-and-coming hotshot Marketing Manager for a multi-national corporation based in a Hyderabad, employing a lot of guys. He had been head-hunted just three months ago to take on a position that many in the company thought he was too young and inexperienced to handle.

At 38 years old, Saleem was an only child brought up in a small rural community. He had moved to one of the major cities in order to further his education, going to one of the country’s leading universities. Then he married Rehana, five years younger at 33.

She was a striking silky and shiny locks flowed down over her shoulders when letting loose. However, most of the time, she wore her hair up, using a variety of methods such as a bun and sometimes a ponytail. Not just a beautiful face, Rehana was equally proud of her pert and shapely breasts that stood up firm and proud at around 38″C.

The top side of each breast resembled the slope of a ski jump ending in nipples that stood out nearly an inch when she was fully aroused. Fortunately for Saleem, that was very often. They were a highly sexual couple and with two children. They were able to devote full attention to each other. And they did most nights.

Rehana was so proud of Saleem’s career achievements, having worked his way into this Rs 10,00,000 a year job at such a young age. She had told him regularly that she would support him in anything that he wanted to do work-wise.

She was working too, but only part-time, from 10 to 3 four days a week as an accountant. She enjoyed the work and it kept her reasonably busy. But still allowed her time to shop and get home in time to be ready to greet Saleem when he came in from work every night.

Some of the other executive wives had formed a welcome wagon for Saleem and Rehana when they moved into town just ten weeks ago. So there were at least some familiar faces when Saleem and Rehana attended their first company social gathering. It was at the home of the founder of the business, Ravi Sharma.

Ravi Sharma was quite a big man, stood 6’2″ and weighed around 95 kilos, but not a lot of fat. He obviously took care of himself, working out in a gym several days a week. He had just recently enjoyed his 45th birthday. The occasion for tonight’s party was his 20th wedding anniversary.

He wore his dark hair slicked back. Most women would consider him to be a handsome man. And he knew it. There was a confident arrogance about him as he chatted with the ladies at the party. Rehana had met Ravi Sharma for the first time here tonight.

She had always been somewhat shy about meeting new people. So she had confined her greeting to an offered hand, preferring not to indulge in kissy-kissy with her husband’s boss. But she had observed that nearly every other executive wife had allowed him to kiss her hello.

Rehana saw that his hand fondled each woman while they were in close for a kiss. Nothing too serious, just a hand roaming over an ass or cupping the side of a breast. Rehana and Saleem were yet to make new friends in this town. Their outings away from their home had been only to try the various restaurants that lined the main street.

They were offering quite an interesting and varied assortment of cuisines for such a small town. Tonight’s party was their first such night out in the ten weeks they had been in town. In that, they were actually interacting with other couples.

Saleem was a bit nervous, wary about what he said and how he presented himself. He was quite aware of the criticism that had been leveled at him by some within the company. He held on to his first drink for nearly an hour. He was afraid to loosen up for fear he might speak out of turn to someone important in the company structure.

On the other hand, Rehana was relishing being out socially and mixing with other people. She put away glass after glass of wine without caution or fear. By 10 pm, she was feeling very tipsy and realized suddenly that she needed fresh air on her face and quickly.

So she politely begged out of a group that she had been vaguely conversing with and headed for the open back doors. They opened out onto a magnificent patio with views over a bay that was bathed in moonlight. Five or six people were in a group conversing on the patio.

Rehana needed to clear her head quickly, not congest it getting into further conversations with strangers uttering meaningless chatter. She saw that at one side of the patio, four steps led down to the garden. She made her way to the steps.

The night air revealed to her just how affected she had become from the alcohol. So she was careful in negotiating the steps. Now on level ground and walking on grass, she slipped quietly off into the shadows, away from the lit areas nearer to the house.

In the moonlight, she could make out a rotunda complete with what appeared to be a swing seat and she headed for it. Once there, Rehana sat down carefully in the swing seat, kicking with her feet to start the seat swinging. She turned to look back at the house over her left shoulder.

She saw that small trees and bushes had nearly obscured the house. She could just make out the lights in the house some 30 meters away. Rehana turned back to look toward the lake and the beautiful moonlight shining across the water. She was breathing deeply in an attempt to sober up.

She didn’t want to embarrass her husband at his first work social gathering. A male voice coming from just outside the rotunda startled her. Her feet touched the floor, stopping the seat from swinging.

“I never tire of sitting here in the dark to admire the beauty of this location, but I see that tonight someone has beaten me to it.”

The man stepped into the rotunda and made to sit down beside Rehana on the swing seat. This caused her to slide up toward one end. “I’m sorry,” she told him. “I didn’t mean to intrude, I just needed some fresh air and I found myself drawn to this wonderful spot.”

As his face came closer in the dim light, she realized that it was the host for the evening, the debonair 45-year-old Ravi Sharma. Rehana had met him very briefly at the front door when she and Saleem had arrived. She had not noticed him again until this moment.

But unknown at this time to Rehana, Ravi Sharma had barely taken his eyes off her all evening. He had watched her from across the room, taken by her natural beauty. When he observed her heading outside, he seized the moment to follow her to engage her in a one-on-one conversation.

“My dear, such a beautiful woman as yourself could never be intruding. Please stay and take full advantage of the seat and the night and the moon and the wonderful view.”

“I love this swing seat!” she told him, her feet pushing on the floor to start it swinging again.

“Actually, my dear, it is a love seat, made to fit just two people.”

“Well, two is what we’ve got right now.” As soon as the words had left her lips, Rehana wondered just what had possessed her to say that. Then she realized that she was past tipsy. She was really well on the way to being drunk. And drunks often speak before they think.

‘God, I’m going to hate myself in the morning,’ she thought.

“Quite right, two of us in a love seat,” Ravi Sharma said as his arm slid around Rehana’s shoulders, his hand grasping her on the upper arm and she felt gentle pressure as he pulled her body toward his. Somehow, her head just flopped onto his left shoulder before any reality set in.

Rehana felt his warm mouth on the top of her head, pressing lightly, placing soft kisses on her hair. She had worn her hair down tonight, and flowing to her shoulders.

“You are a beautiful woman, Rehana. But I am sure that you are well aware of your beauty and what it does to older men like me.”