Lima: The Secret Deal

Lima: The Secret Deal (Chapter Three)

James's mind was not in the driver's seat, but in that darkened room on the thirtieth floor of the hotel. Every time the car accelerated, a series of romantic images of Lima and Arun began to form in his mind.

In James's imagination, Arun and Lima were now standing by the balcony, looking out at the city lights. Arun slowly came up behind Lima and placed his hands on her shoulders. James imagined Lima feeling the warmth of Arun's rough hands through the fabric of her cramped office shirt.

"Lima... I'm so relieved by your silence," Arun said, placing his mouth on the back of her neck. James's hands tightened on the steering wheel as he imagined Arun intoxicated by her scent wafting through Lima's hair.

The next scene in his mind was even sexier. Arun slowly unbuttons the first button of Lima's shirt. Lima doesn't try to stop it; instead, she closes her eyes and allows the touch to take place. The rapid movement of her chest and the way Arun's trembling fingertips brush against her smooth skin tormented James' mind. But within that torment was a wild pleasure he had never experienced before.

"Now he must be kissing your chest, Lima... his lustful hands must be running all over your body," James muttered to himself.

As James imagined, Arun slowly makes Lima sit down on his comfortable couch. Arun looks at her white thighs, her short skirt riding up even higher, with great desire. They haven't had s*x yet; but instead, those subtle touches and moans are slowly awakening Arun's manhood.

By the time James reached home, he was drenched in sweat and possessed. The thought of his wife being fondled by another man, even in her imagination, was enough to keep him awake all night.

James had returned from the hotel to fulfill a special request from Lima. "James, I forgot an important file on the table in my room. Bring it to me tomorrow morning," he realized now that there was a hint of tension in the tone she had spoken over the phone.

In the silence of the night, James entered Arun's third floor apartment. As soon as he opened the door to Lima's room, he was struck by a powerful, luxurious scent of perfume. It was not Lima's scent, but Arun's masculine scent. He realized that the entire room was dominated by Arun. James felt a mixture of jealousy and the strange pleasure of knowing that his wife was in such a comfortable environment, in the shadow of another man.

As James looked around the room for the file, his eyes stopped at an unbelievable sight. Although it looked like two rooms from the outside, inside the room was an open door to a huge wooden closet.

He slowly walked towards the door. His heart was pounding. The door was wide open, and beyond it lay Arun’s huge bedroom. There was no barrier between the two rooms. James realized that Lima was sleeping all night, not in the room next to his, but in a part of Arun’s own room. Why had she kept this secret from him?

James stood by the opening, staring at Arun’s empty bed. Tonight, neither of them were there; they were in the hotel. But this empty room told James a different story. He realized that the relationship between Lima and Arun had gone much further than he had thought. She had gone beyond the professional level and had become an integral part of Arun’s personal life.

James sat on Lima’s bed. Her scent still lingered on it, and Arun’s scent. He imagined what Lima would be like with Arun in the hotel room right now. As she imagined her master sneaking out to Arun using this secret door, James' jealousy turned into a crazed s****l desire.

Will James tell Lima that he knows this secret? Did Lima hide this door from James because of her attraction to Arun? The next morning, as James goes to the hotel with the files, what feeling does he have when he looks into Lima's eyes?