Sequel OS : Without A Blouse. *Gutter* ;)

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As the night of their Anniversary party dawned, Asad was getting excited and impatient. He saw her speaking to his guests and colleagues with a smile on her face. He adored her for the umpteenth time in the night, in her gorgeous green saree. It was a beautiful shade of bottle green with sequencial work. According to his orders, her blouse was extremely decent. No unnecessary cuts and revealing pallu's. He couldn't wait for this party to end.

Zoya noticed Asad's lingering stare on her body as he stood at the drinks counter and sipped his soft drink. She remembered his blatant remarks on how sexy she would look without a blouse to hide her treasures from him. She had joked about coming out that way in front of his guests, getting him all paranoid the next moment. Such a baby he was!

It was just 10 p.m and some sticky guests were refusing to leave making Asad frustrated. He found Zoya in a corner, instructing the waiters about something. He walked up to her and grabbed her as soon as the waiters left. He backed her up against a pillar.

"Hmm." He buried his face in her hair, dropping the pallu off of her shoulder.

"Asad, Mr. Mehta's looking in our direction!" Zoya told him as she spotted the old bald man from the transparent curtains.

"Sshh." He hushed her and placed his hands on her bare waist. He noticed that her blouse had a deep cut near her cleavage and she had held the pallu in such a way that it was hidden. He could see the V peaking up and instantly kissed her there as Zoya puckered under him.

"So sexy." He mouthed, kissing her cleavage and rubbing her waist sensuously.

Zoya grinned and suddenly pushed him away, grabbing her pallu and putting it over her shoulder, she ran away. Asad stood there smiling like an idiot, that's why he'd always say, she was his daredevil. As the party came to an end, they bid their last guests goodbye and Zoya shut the door.

She turned to see him staring at her with lust dripping from his face. Particularly his eyes. His gorgeous and intense eyes begged her to jump in to his arms, making them go in a world of frenzy and love.

Zoya looked around and saw that even the caterers had left, they were finally all alone. Her hand crept up her sari, yanking down the pallu in a second. She saw his expression change, it became even more hungrier. She saw him gulp a dry gulp. The motion of his Adam's Apple contracting and relaxing, making her go crazy.

She brought her hands in front to unbutton the blouse as Asad watched in fascination, licking his dry lips. As the blouse fell off with her inner wear, he gasped. She was a beautifully carved woman, and was all his. Now and forever. He saw her breasts stare back at him and instantly he found himself moving towards her.

Just a few steps away and he would have her. He would take her hard and fast, caressing her front madly. His vivid imagination was making him go harder even before she had touched him. Yes, this was his wife.

Zoya grinned from ear to ear and picked up her blouse, quickly buttoning it on again while Asad frowned.

"Hogaya?" She asked normally.

"What?" He asked with a incredious expression. Was she serious?!

"I asked you whether you were done gawking? Looks like your fantasy has come true. So goodnight!" She walked past him after kissing his cheek.

Asad stood there, in the middle of the living room with the dimmed candle light. Had she just walked out on him after turning him on? He looked down and saw his raging hard-on. What was he supposed to do with this now? He was tired of taking cold showers and waiting for his ultimate fantasy coming true! This woman, his woman, was unbelievable. Stomping his foot, he walked back in to his room and shut the door loudly. As soon as he turned around, he felt his throat go dry again.

Zoya was standing with her back towards him, fiddling with the hook of her inner. With her back facing him, she smirked. This was going to be so much fun.

"Baby can you help me? I can't seem to hook this up." She called him.

He stared at her long and slender back, the contrast off a teal gray inner making her skin look even more gorgeous. He slowly walked towards her, getting rid of his blazer and tie, loosening his shirt buttons.

He stood behind her and breathed in her feminine fragrance. It really did make him go swooning over her all over again. He traced her back with his fingertips as Zoya felt a jolt of electricity run through her. He was no where close to hooking up her bra. It was indeed the opposite. It was evil. With one swift movement, he pulled down inner and cupped her breasts from behind, massaging them wildly. He shut his eyes as he heard her whimper. She felt so soft and so exciting.

Zoya threw her head back on his shoulder as she felt him press her softness in his palms. His hands worked liked magic and one hand slid down to touch her navel. He roamed his hand, clutching and feeling her breasts as well her waist. Pinching her nipples hard, he turned her around and smacked his lips on hers.

He kissed her like a thirsty man drinks from an oasis. Extracting whatever he could find and taking her for a ride of passion along with him. His hands cupped her bottom and pressed her closer to himself, his erection was now poking her navel.

Asad peeled off his shirt and put her hands on his belt, nudging her to take it off. Zoya suddenly realized that this was going against her plan. It was plain cruel to keep torturing your husband this way on the night of their anniversary. But seriously, wasn't every night a sex-filled night for them? No matter how tired or worn out they were?

She pulled out of the kiss and licked her lips dry as she saw him bend down to kiss her again. She placed her fingers on his mouth, retaining her breath.

"I'm too tired. Maybe next time?" She smirked and walked off.

"Are you f**king kidding me?" He yelled.

"Nope. I'm just being honest." Zoya shrugged.

"You do know that if I don't get inside you right now I'm gonna explode out of of my pants?" He asked her and received a giggle as a response.

"I do actually. And you know what? That makes me feel so proud of myself." She winked at him.

"Where are you going?" He asked her in a normal tone, surprising her.

"For a shower." She mumbled opening the door of the washroom when she felt him behind her.

Asad attacked her from behind and lifted her up on one of his shoulders, "What are you doing? Put me down!!" She yelled.

"Now that you've gotten me all hard, I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget." He smirked at his victory and carried her in the washroom. Soon her shrieks turned in to laughter and then in to moans. And well, whatever happened inside in none of our business anymore. I leave the rest to your wicked imagination.

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A/N - This one is for Sharyn (stellababes) whose going for some stupid Himalayan trek for 10 long days, leaving us. :( I'll miss you meri Chudail Behna! xx You asked for this and I hope I didn't disappoint you. Like I said, gutter was not happening to me today. Wrote it only for you. :D ❤️ This one is also for all those people who wanted a second part for Without A Blouse. Here it is. Official end. 😆 I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :D

Love,

Fizz.