A Sensual Storm

“Wow,” gushed Raghav, his eyes wide in disbelief. “What a mind-blowing performance, Archana. Hard to believe you are a newbie. You nailed it like a pro, that too at the very first try itself.”

Vamsi nodded in agreement, adding “I must admit I was skeptical about how you would respond to Zakir’s navel-teasing moves. They happen to be very instrumental part of Raghav sir’s movies. But the way you adapted to the moves, especially with the ones with Zakir touching your navel with the sword, was so mesmerizing to watch. And got to say you have a real show-stopper of a navel, Archana. Use it well and it’s going to take you places you never even imagined.”  

Archana blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red as she averted her eyes from everyone in the room. I could sense her discomfort, knowing how shy she was. She wasn’t ignorant of the allure her navel carried as she knew too well how attracted I was to her navel and the big part it played in our love life. But she probably never imagined having to get it exploited in this manner. She was still struggling to process the things that just happened because it was wildly out of character for her. And now, to hear Raghav and Vamsi openly praising her for it and even complimenting the beauty of her navel, was making her even more uneasy. 

“Anyways we got no time to waste. Shall we get on the next round?” Raghav asks.

“Huh? Umm yes sir.” Archana says after a moment of hesitation, looking anything but ready. 

“Hmm so Archana, as an actor, you need to maintain the intensity of your emotions during some of the more intense scenes in real-time shooting. It can be a challenge to keep switching in and out of that particular emotional state repeatedly across several shots. So, to make it easier for you, we prefer to shoot such scenes in a single shot rather than several. This way, we can give you instructions as you carry on performing, without breaking the flow of the scene. This next and final round we will do it like that. I will tell you the scene you have to start off with and then will give you further instructions on how you proceed as you play along. Understood?”

Archana nods nervously not knowing where he was going with this. 

Raghav continued “So, this next round is going to be a key scene from the movie itself. This will give us a better idea of how you will fit into the role you are supposed to play. The character you are playing Indu just got married to the hero Surya, who will be played by Zakir for this audition. In this scene, Indu is entering the bedroom with a glass of milk for their first night. Surya stands up as she approaches, takes the glass of milk off her hands and just as he raises his hands to touch her cheeks, Indu steps back looking at him with a shy smile. Surya advances on her again and Indu keeps walking back until her back hits the wall. Surya then traps her in place keeping his hands on both sides of her against the wall and slowly proceeds to kiss her neck and cheek. And his hands will wander down to her waist and squeeze it. This is gist of the scene. Feel free to tweak and improve anyway you see fit. ”

Archana’s eyes widen with surprise and a hint of nervousness as she listens to the instructions. I could sense the tension in the room as Zakir and Archana exchange a charged glance. Raghav senses the tension in the air and speaks up, “Remember, this is just acting. We need to create a believable scene, but it’s not real. You both are professionals, and I trust that you will be able to perform this scene without any issues.”

Archana nods, trying to push aside her nerves and focus on the task at hand. I watch as they prepare for the scene, and my heart races with anticipation and jealousy, unsure of what to expect.

“Allright take positions then. When I say action, start performing.”

Archana nods and starts taking deep breaths to calm herself. Then she takes an empty cup that had been laying on the props table and takes position on the other end of the room, facing us. As she stands there, I can see the rise and fall of her chest with each deep breath she takes, and the way her hair falls over her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Her eyes were closed as she focused on her breathing, and I can see the tension slowly starting to dissipate from her body. 

“Allright then.  Ready? Action !!” Raghav yells.

Again just as earlier Archana’s whole demeanor changes in a second. All the indecision and uncertainty vanishes from her face and gets replaced by a coy and seductive aura as she starts walking towards Zakir with her head held down shyly. I have to admit she was pretty good at this. The ways she was able to slip in and out of character in a moment’s notice was amazing.

As I watched, Zakir took the glass from my wife’s hand and pretended to take a sip from it, all while keeping his eyes locked on Archana’s form. I could feel my jealousy rising as I saw the way he looked at her, his gaze burning with an intense desire. 

He brought the glass to her lips, and she obliged by taking a sip, her eyes still shyly avoiding his intense gaze. But as he set the glass aside, his entire demeanor changed, and I knew things were about to get heated. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek, but before he could make contact, Archana stepped back, a shy smile on her face.  Zakir gives her a naughty predatory grin and move to grab her again with both his hands.

But Archana ducks out of the way with a squeal of delight and runs towards the wall where I am sitting. As she reaches the wall, she stands against it with her hands resting on it, briefly looking sideways and meeting my eyes, her eyes glinting with excitement. She really seemed to be reveling in the attention from Zakir, and I couldn’t tell whether it was all just acting at this point.

Zakir reaches her quickly, grabbing her shoulders and turning her back around to face him. The scene was unfolding just a few steps away from me, and I could feel the intensity of the moment building up. My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I watched Zakir’s every move. His face was too close to hers, as he slowly brought a hand up and moved some of her hair from her shoulders, clearing that portion. And in the next second he leaned into the nape of her neck and began kissing away at her neck and shoulders.

I watched with a mixture of fascination and jealousy as Archana’ s eyes fluttered close as she gave into the pleasure and tilted her head back letting the sensations wash over her.  I strained to see what he was doing, but his head was obscured by her neck. But judging by the way Archana was whimpering and moaning, I knew Zakir was attacking her neck with deep kisses, or worse, sucking and licking on it. 

My spine chilled as I watched Zakir’s big dark hand begin to slide down her side to come and rest on her bare hip in stark contrast against her fair skin. From my vantage point, I had a direct view of the exposed part of her hip, making it impossible for me to look away. As I watched his big palms squeezed into her waist, grabbing a handful of delicate flesh, making her jump  – in pain or arousal? I couldn’t tell.

Raghav’s voice broke through my trance, interrupting the steamy scene unfolding before my eyes. “Very good, very good,” he praised, “but don’t stop. Keep going with the flow. Switch to her other neck and continue kissing.”

I let out a silent scream in my mind, begging for it to be over as I watched Zakir continue to kiss down to Archana’s chest and over to her other shoulder. His hands never stopped their caressing and squeezing of her tantalizing hip, and I could feel my jealousy consuming me whole.

“Very good. Now Zakir, slowly go down on your knees while continuing to kiss her, move the pallu of her saree to the side and kiss her belly.”

NOOOOOOOOOO!!! PLEASEEEE… a part of me mentally screamed as my jealousy and possessiveness boiled to nuclear levels. But oddly there was another part of me that was really relishing in the high of a strange feeling of arousal. And that part of me was thrilled in anticipation of what was about to come. 

The instructions seemed to surprise Archana as well, because even in the aroused state she was in, her eyes had opened up wide on hearing that and she was now looking at Raghav in utter disbelief. But even as she looked, Zakir had already started kissing down her body and was on his knees. Without missing a beat, he moved aside her little pallu, and pressed his lips into her sensitive belly. 

Archana gasped out loud –  throwing her head back as pleasure overtook her senses. Zakir continued kissing all over her belly in rapid succession, small butterfly kisses. Her eyes flickered open briefly and looked over at me, her gaze a mixture of helplessness and apology.  She knew it would be killing me inside having to watch her belly – my favorite and one of the most sensitive parts of her body being devoured by another man. I didn’t know what to think. Her belly was one of the parts of her body she considered very intimate. A sentiment I shared alongside her.  And I knew too well how sensitive she was in the area and what it did to her when she was stimulated there -which made having to watch all this even more terrible as well as erotic.  

I was torn between wanting to keep looking at her face and looking at her belly which was being devoured by Zakir like a wild animal.  By no conscious decision my eyes decided it was more interested in what was going at her midsection than her face. And I was met with the excruciatingly erotic sight of Zakir’s lips pressing deep suckling kisses on the area around her navel, juicing out her belly for everything it’s worth. It was one of the most erotic things I have ever witnessed in my life. Are such intense love scenes even allowed in regular movies? I wondered. His kisses were getting too close to her navel now.

God !! this is too much to watch, yet impossible to look away from.  Zakir’s lips were hovering over her navel now, blowing air right into the mysterious depths of her inviting navel making her belly tremble alluringly. Next second, his lips was over her navel, in a deep searing kiss. Something inside me snapped, exploded and felt violated seeing that. 

Archana whimpered as she felt that kiss on her precious navel, making her quiver with reluctant pleasure. My own arousal was churning like hot lava watching this intimate moment between them. But at the same time, my jealousy and possessiveness were also growing to suffocating levels, making it hard for me to continue watching.  I wanted to look away, to run out of the room and escape having to witness this, but I was frozen in place, unable to move or tear my eyes away. 

Archana’s belly was tensed tight in anticipation as she sensed what was coming next. And as if on cue Zakir’s tongue darted out and began drawing slow deliberate circles around her navel.  Archana whimpered audibly as she felt that wet appendage slithering around the skin of her gasping navel, driving her absolutely crazy. And what surprised me even more was the size of his tongue. It was large, powerful and long. 

And as I watched he drew his final torturingly slow circle along the very rim of her navel before slowly starting to enter into her navel, painting the walls of her navel with his saliva in the same circular motion. Gasping and whimpering she opened her eyes and locked her eyes with me again as though apologizing for what is happening. And then suddenly her whole torso writhed up in an almighty gasp, and a loud erotic moan escaped from the back of her throat. And I knew what must have happened. Only one thing could have made her react like this and that was a direct touch on her ultra-sensitive navel knot. It has been a source of intense pleasure for her as long as I had known her. So sensitive that each touch sent electric shocks of ecstasy coursing through her body, which is the reason why she reacted so intensely to the whole sword poke sequence earlier. 

His tongue must have succeeded in penetrating her deliciously deep navel all the way to the bottom and touched her ultra-sensitive navel knot to draw that kind of reaction from her. A feat I myself was never able to properly accomplish due to the extraordinary depth of her navel and my own small adequate tongue which was never able to get past halfway of her navel. Her hands suddenly shot up and gripped hard into Zakir’s hair. For a moment I thought she was finally going to pull his head off her belly. But to my surprise she pulled his head in even deeper into her belly, goading him to keep going. She was experiencing something she has never experienced in her entire life. The feeling of a powerful tongue stroking and caressing her navel knot. 

And now that she got a taste of the erotic sensation, she wanted more, way way more And Zakir gladly obliged, by thrusting his tongue even deeper into her navel, attacking her navel knot with powerful strokes over and over sending a tsunami of pleasure crashing over her senses, utterly and completely overwhelming her. The room rang with the sounds of her moans and the wet slurping sounds of his tongue. 

The intensity of the scene was so palpable that I had lost myself in the moment, forgetting everything around me, including the fact that I was watching my wife being pleasured by another man. But suddenly, I was brought back to reality as Raghav’s voice rang out from nowhere, calling out, “CUTT!!”

My heart leapt into my throat as I was jerked back to reality. The scene was over. Zakir and Archana were no longer lost in their passionate moment. Archana stood there, panting, still reeling and shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. And Zakir was looking up at her from his kneeling position panting. Suddenly Archana’s eyes opened wide as though she had just completely come back to her senses and she looked at me, this time with a mix of guilt and embarrassment in her eyes. And I just looked back blankly.  I barely heard the compliments Raghav and Vamsi were showering upon her as they clapped and cheered. 

My mind has shut down by now, unable to process the myriad of conflicting emotions coursing through me. I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel, or what I was feeling. I didn’t know how I was supposed to react. I felt lost and broken. And I did the only thing I could think of doing at the moment. I stood up silently and left room without uttering a word, without meeting anybody’s eyes.