Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)
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NO ONE DIES A SAINT

My name is Atul. This is my story. And Anvita’s too.
 
Tomorrow is our first wedding anniversary. I and Anvita together make an amazing couple. We are envied by everyone around us.  Ours was a love marriage. She was my first love. Only the luckiest of all get to marry their first love. I am one of them. Just a few hours away from our first anniversary, I should be planning to present her a surprise, you may suggest. But unfortunately, I am not.
Instead, I am sitting in a bar. This poorly lit, lonely corner now suites me better than anything I know.
I don’t want to meet anyone. I don’t want to talk to anyone.
My life is a shattered one. It’s gone, truly. Believe me; it’s gone.
In my mobile phone, I still have that video which I never thought I could stand even once because I never knew I would have had to, but I have already watched it ten times because I had to.
There are nightmares that scare us so much that we believe we would die if we lived it, yet when they become a reality we just don’t die; instead, we live it because we have to.
 
Allow me to play the video clip once again. It has my wife, my love of life, my Anvita, getting laid horrendously in our marital bed. That too, by a man I wouldn’t have believed doing this if I hadn’t seen this video.
Allow me to endure the painful sight of my wife’s face pushed roughly into the softness of my bed – where I only loved her with so much care and affection that you would envy – while her dignity is ravaged by my friend who has now revealed himself as a monster.
 
Why my Anvi had to bear this pain? Didn’t I give her everything? Didn’t I love her?
How can love be so corrupt? How can it be so overrated that we invest everything into it only to end up like this?
I want to ask her why she did it. I am going to ask her, tomorrow. The wedding anniversary is going to be revelatory.
 
Before that, I am going to tell you my story.
Atul’s story.
And Anvita’s too.
Read it, and tell me what I have missed.
 
 
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Chapter 1
Atul


It was a sight to behold as Anvita was escorted to him across the crowd. Clad in a beautiful golden saree she seemed a stunning piece of work by the Almighty. Makeup was slightly overdone for sure, as it has become a trend during weddings. But nothing could outdo the charm of her beautiful face. Neither could it hide her growing nerviness. Atul sat there unable to take his eyes off her as she walked through the joyous faces of her friends and family, throwing a glance here and there on the move as if to make sure all the familiar faces were right there. And then she saw him. Just like the way it had done to him two years ago when he had met her for the first time ever, and just like it had been happening to him ever since – despite winning her heart – his heart skipped a beat. He could not take away his eyes off hers. She smiled at him. Then he watched all the nervousness vanish from her face, mirroring his own. Her smile had not only lit up his mind but also won the heart of the whole crowd around them.
 
Anvita was the sole attraction at the moment and he watched in sheer pleasure as she walked slowly and sat beside him. He felt like he was being honoured. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever met and she was getting married to him.
“Hi.”
Anvita smiled at him again, making half the hearts in the hall melt with it.
“It’s happening, isn’t it?”
He was tied to her eyes. He could not speak a word.
Yes, it was happening. It was unbelievable.
 
Two years ago on this date, Atul was not even aware of her existence on the earth, until when he saw her at Vrinda’s birthday party. In the middle of the maddening celebrations, there was a moment when there was a sudden blackout. None was panicked; but everyone screamed as if to replace the abruptly halted music, in perfect sync, including the very next one near him. He thought she was a kid. He grabbed her hand in an attempt to comfort her.
“It’s okay. It will be okay very soon. Don't worry.”
The light came back at that exact moment and he knew what had just passed was the last blackout of his life. The girl in his grip looked at him in wonder and he saw brightness filling not only the hall but also his heart. He nodded and released her hand. She looked away for a second only to bring her eyes back at him. He could only smile at her.
 
A month later she said she still remembered that smile.
“I have never seen a boy with such a cute expression. It was magic.”
 
Magic was when she kissed him two weeks later. He had not even started to dream about it.
“Would you like to kiss me?”
She asked him in the middle of a slow song that they were dancing to at a pub.
“No.” He said, “I don't want to miss your smile even for a second spent kissing.”
She was not listening, for sure. Her lips were already on him. It lasted just two and a half seconds but it was enough to make him decide what he wanted in his life.
Next day he knelt in front of her when surrounded by her friends.
“Will you marry me, Anvita?”
His eyes were as radiant as the flower in his hand. Anvita blossomed like another with a gorgeous smile that competed with her own shiny eyes.
“Wow.”
Anvita blushed. The moment she took the rose from him, he pulled the real surprise out of his pocket.
“Will you say yes to me?”
Her eyes fell at the shinning stone of the ring, and it was a sight to cherish forever, for Atul. There was a cheerful uproar among the girls. Anvita, as though a breeze pushed her off her feet, leaned forward to take the ring.
“Yes!”
Her eyes outshined every light and her voice outgrew every sound, of Atul’s world.
Anvita was the most beautiful girl he had ever met.
 
Their parents met as soon as Anvita finished her MCA. She had declared she would take two years’ break to nurture her skills before applying for a job. Atul’s dad was not ready to accept love marriage in his family, but Atul was ready to fight for it until his dad changed his mind.
The wedding was set to happen in the month of November when the cold waves were beginning to form. But it was never meant to affect the warmth of the moment. The crowd was in buoyant spirits, and as were the families of the bride and groom. Anvita’s sister Ankita was right next to her, lending confidence to her during the most important moments in her life. Anvita’s father had only one demand during the wedding preparations: that the marriage should happen only when Ankita could visit from Canada.
 
When Anvita adjusted a button of Atul’s shervani, her friends went gaga over it. She almost shooed them away with a mocking face. She was cute.
The family, the friends, the well-wishers, and a few broken hearts – from either side – watched on as Atul officially made his girl as his wife. Ankita pressed her sister’s arm and smiled at her. Atul was still mesmerised.
“Can you believe it? It has just happened!”
Atul told her.
 
As the couple sat together during the photo session, Anvita accidentally sat over Atul’s palm. He felt the softness pressing on him and they looked at each other. She didn't try to move at all.
“What are you doing, Atul? Can't you just wait some more?”
She asked.
And she watched his nose turning red.
 
When they were leaning on the wall later, he felt her hand at his back.
“Can't you wait some more?”
Her eyes widened. Her pupil dilated.
“Can't wait, my boy?”
She grabbed his back and he jumped away, almost.
 
Anvita was always a tease to him.
“Look at that crowd.” She pointed at the group of girls, “They are losers. You are mine, now. Do you realise that?”
He smiled. “Yes, I do.”
“Then give me a kiss to prove it.”
“Now?”
“I am your wife now; what are you afraid of?”
Atul looked around him hastily as if to ensure his father was not watching him. If he saw it, he would even dare to call off the marriage.
Atul turned to her and leaned to her, almost kissing her, before she pulled away. She blinked at him.
“Good. You passed the test.”
She then waved her hand to one of her friends.
 
Beautiful moments often wind up very fast. Before they knew, the wedding was over. At Atul’s home, Anvita wore an enticing Crimson Red Lehenga Choli and she looked ravishing. He was unable to look away.
“Stop staring me, pervert!”
She scolded him.
He could feel the temperature rising by every second she was near him. He waited impatiently for the guests to leave. His friends complimented him and wished them happiness.
His colleagues had left. His friend Ajay pressed his arm.
“Dude, she’s too fragile. Don't make her cry.”
“What do you mean?”
“Handle with care. Take it slow.”
He wasn’t going to handle anything with care. He hardly knew.
But he wasn’t sure if it was the night. When the marriage happens at night, everything gets delayed. When he finally made to his room, Anvita had changed to a dress that ended below her knees. She was a goddess.
Atul stopped at the door and watched her for once.
“What are you waiting for? Come in here.” Anvita ordered.
Atul’s life had been perfect. He had good parents who helped him get his MBA with good grades that landed him a fine job. He was the most handsome boy in every social circle he ever joined. He was chased by a lot of girls in the past, and the one he had his eyes firmly, in the end, was Anvita. Now he had won her too. It would be a matter of moments for him to melt himself into her like a candle, and to own her forever.
His life was perfect. He thought as he walked over to her.
Little he knew of what was coming.
 
 
 
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Chapter 2
Atul
 
Atul was definitely anxious and his face hid nothing of it.
“You are nervous,” Anvita said.
“You are not?”
“Why should I?”
“Isn’t this your first night?”
“No.”
She said blatantly.
“What?”
She laughed, “Our first night is basically over, yesterday. It’s well past the midnight, silly. Don't overburden yourself.”
“Oh!”
“What else did you think?”
He put up an amused face. “I thought you were to say you had one in the past also.”
She pulled him to the bed. “I know you didn't think so. I know.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “So, you are not nervous or curious at all?”
“Curious?” She shifted to the other end of the bed to give him space. “Curious will be others.”
Atul smiled.
“True. I’ve got a lot of tips to make my first night a wonderful one. By the way, who tops your list of advisers?”
“It’s Ankita, of course!”
“That’s really surprising. The married people are more curious, it seems.”
“They are more expressive. Who do you have on your list?”
“Everyone, everyone is a fan of you. A lot of them must be thinking of what we would be doing right now.”
“That’s true. I have a friend who’s gonna ask me for every detail.”
“Are you gonna give her that?”
“Are you mad? No! I can handle her. But Ankita is way more persuasive.”
Ankita has been married for five years. Anvita had asked her for every detail of her first night. Now, Ankita was flooding her younger sister with suggestions and advice to make it a brilliant one, and what not, she had just messaged her.
‘Is it on?’
Atul checked the message.
“Tell her it’s on.”
Ankita soon sent an ‘all the best’ message accompanied by a lot of emoticons that included wonder and pleasure and rain and flood and firecrackers and bombs.
“Shit. It’s really embarrassing to think that many will be imagining what we are doing right now.”
“We aren’t doing anything.”
“Really? Aren’t we gonna do anything?”
Anvita smiled. “Looking at the message, Ankita is expecting us to do war.”
He laughed. But the fact was he was equally excited.
“I don't see me with you at war but love, Anvita.”
He said when his face was a breath away from hers. Then his lips were on hers. Warm and sweet. It was light and filled with love.
“Send a first kiss done report to her.”
He said when they broke the kiss.
“Let’s do it more first.”
She said and jumped up. Their lips met again and then it began. His lips were quivering.
“What happened?”
She asked.
“I don't know. It’s strange. It’s like I am kissing you for the first time. I can't contain my excitement, perhaps. You rule my heart.”
Her eyes widened.
“I just love what you said.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
When she took off the dress and let him feast his eyes with her beauty, she maintained eye contact with him. His eyes took a long glance at the contours of her beautiful body, and he couldn’t really breathe.
“Oh my god, you look stunning.”
She could see how thrilled he was.
“Blink, please.” She teased.
“Huh! No. Go on. Stop it only if I faint; I am forgetting to breathe.”
She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside and let him suck on her tits. She rubbed through his hairs lovingly. Atul pressed his face into her breast and breathed. The scent of her flawless bare skin was addicting him. Anvita grabbed at his shirt and he allowed her to take it off him. So easily went down his trunks too. He was left with his jockey only.
“Kneel!”
Anvita asked him when he was left with his jockey only.
“I want to see it pop out.”
She disclosed her wish.
“What!” He protested.
“This is my night. Let me see you in style!”
She pulled it down from the waistline and watched closely as his member swung into the air rather than popping out.
Anvita stared at it. Atul felt shy.
“What are you looking at?”
“I am just seeing the options I have.”
“Go on.”
She smiled boldly and had her mehandi-clad fingers around it. He let out a small moan audible only to him.
Fifteen seconds later she was lying there facing the ceiling and he guided himself into her.
“Aren’t we doing it too early?” She asked.
He shook his head. “I can't wait, baby.”
He pushed down and felt her slippery inner walls of love. It went in smooth and he bent further down to her.
“I love you Anvita.” He whispered.
“Love you too. Love me more.” She gasped.
He felt her warm breath across his face. He kissed her and sucked her soft lips. She moaned slightly as he began to thrust in. Her fingers around him earlier had already put him off balance and exactly after eight seconds, he let out a groan.
“Oh my god! I am coming.” He cried.
Anvita put up a protest. “Pull out!”
She pushed him aside in a hurry. A second later He felt his member spitting his vigour and it fell on her lower belly as he held his body higher, over her, balancing on his hands and toes. She looked down and watched in disappointment as the juice kept falling just below her belly button.
Perhaps for the overexcitement, it was nothing both he and Anvita had expected or wished for.
“That was too quick!” She laughed.
“Told you honey, can't handle your hotness. Sorry.” He apologised.
 
Anvita got up and walked into the washroom, holding her clothes in one hand while another under her belly in an attempt not to drop his juice on the floor. He saw her phone blinking once. It was Ankita.
“Tell me when you’re done.”
He sent a quick reply. ‘One round done’
He certainly did not want Ankita to learn about the anti-climax. He thought of the embarrassment. He was embarrassed.
Shit. He rued.
“I could have gone a little slow.”
He told Anvita. She had put on her dress. She sat in the bed and touched his face with her long delicate fingers.
“It’s okay. Don't be worried.”
“I disappointed you.”
“Come on, don't be so negative. Perhaps it would be how a first time would be.”
He stared at her face. He was trying to figure out traces of disappointment. There was none. Only cuteness; he felt somewhat at ease.
“I’ve sent Ankita a reply.” He revealed.
Anvita checked her phone. “Mmm... nice one! So there is round two?”
“Round two tomorrow; I don't want to try hard and embarrass me even more.” He shared his fear.
The phone rang once.
“Ankita! What is she doing?” Anvita wondered.
A minute later Ankita called again.
“She’s teasing me. Okay, let’s give her something!”
She lay on the bed and started breathing hard before answering the phone. She panted deliberately.
“Don't call me now. “
She yelled in a suppressed voice between the heavy panting and cut the call.
“What was that?”
“Let her have wild dreams tonight.” Anvita laughed, “Yeah let her enjoy.”
Yeah, let her enjoy...at least. Atul thought sarcastically.
Anvita pulled him to her.
“Don't be stressed. It’s okay. And tomorrow don't be embarrassed to face your friends. I am going to tell Ankita that I had a mind-blowing night. Do you have any problem to make simple lies?”
He loved her even more. He respected her even more. He had an understanding wife.
It’s indeed a good beginning. Atul thought.
He was terribly wrong.
 
 
 
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Chapter 3
Atul


Tuesday there was a reception at Atul’s home for family members of him and Anvita before everyone returned to their busy lives. All of them left by the evening except for his cousins.
His cousins spared no chance to tease him. Whenever he turned to Anvita, they would comment on how he was rushing it. They were playing the cards with Atul and his elder brother in the hall when Atul began to get up once.
“First night is gone, Atul. Now it’s the regular night. Take it easy.”
And all others burst into laughter.
“One more day, dear; we’ll all be gone and you’ll have the whole day and night. Relax!”
Another added.
Anvita had slept when Atul eventually made his way to his room. He stood near the bed, studying his wife. She was sleeping calm and content. Atul decided not to disturb her and carefully laid himself on the bed. He put his arms around her and gave a light kiss on her forehead. It was a peaceful night.
 
Wednesday morning they had a visitor. George.
George had been Atul’s neighbour until the former shifted his home near to his clothing store in the north of the city two years ago. George used to be a good friend of Atul’s dad. Atul had grown up calling him uncle until a day when they sat through an evening at a bar. George was a huge fan of Scotch whisky. They sat together a lot of times at many bars helping Atul also develop a strong liking towards the scotch.
George was earlier married to Rose Mary. She divorced him eleven years ago. They had a son before the separation and Rose claimed his possession afterwards. He married Leona one year later and was blessed with another son. The boy studied in an army school; Atul had never seen him since they moved out of his neighbours.
George was surprised when he had heard about Atul’s marriage plans.
 “I can't believe you are marrying your first girlfriend.”
George had told him.
“It’s not his first, George. You forgot about his girls in high school and college?”
Leona reminded him.
“I know. I know. But he hadn’t done anything with them, no?”
“George!”
Leona pinched him lightly. Their free-form of interactions often amused Atul. They were so happy with each other, making Atul wonder why God chose to send Rose Mary to him in the first place. George and Leona were made for each other. Leona in fact even gifted him a son after Rose had taken his first son away.
“He’s still a virgin, you know that?” George placed his hand over his shoulder.
“Come on George!” Atul shook his hand away, “You’re giving me an unwanted tag!”
“Unwanted tag...? It’s a well deserving one, young man. Do you know at what age I had lost mine?”
Leona interrupted and pulled him by his collar, “Don't embarrass him anymore, George.”
 
That was how Mr and Mrs George used to talk to him.
But as soon as he saw Anvita on our engagement, George had changed his mind.
“You’ve hit a jackpot, young man. Now I’m not at all surprised at your decision. She’s absolutely stunning. Just wow!” He admitted.
 
After the marriage, he had taken Atul aside for a brief chat.
“Young man, you have now secured the ownership of the property. So, it’s time to step into the ground with confidence and prove your mettle with a brilliant performance there. What’s your planning? Sprint or a marathon?”
Leona had pulled him back in time before he could mouth anything to Anvita. The latter though had noticed him.
“Your George uncle is very funny.”
Anvita told Atul later.
“Why?”
She didn't say why.
 
When George visited on Wednesday, he handed Anvita a package.
“We couldn’t plan our present on the wedding day. But it doesn’t mean there never was one.”
 Anvita gratefully accepted the gift. It was a Bangalory silk pink lehenga choli and a white blouse. It was gorgeous.
She wore it immediately and showed Atul.
“It’s perfect.” He said.
“Leona had my measurements.”
“When did that happen?”
“Sunday.”
Atul remembered Leona taking her aside for a small talk during the wedding.
“Why did you tell me George was very funny?”
“Because he is funny. Don't you think so?”
Atul was not surprised.
“Let me change this dress.”
Anvita said.
“Why, you are not showing it to them? Leona is eager to know how it fits.”
“Not now. I’ll wear it when they throw us lunch. He has promised me one.”
“Really? He didn't tell me.”
“Now get out of this room. Let me change.”
She winked at him and pushed him out of the room.
 
Anvita later expressed her disappointment to George for not bringing Leona with him. He had other ideas.
“Leona is waiting there for you. In fact, I am told to bring both of you along.”
“Now?”
Atul asked.
“Yes. Leona is waiting there with a bottle of wine, especially for Anvita.”
“Wine?”
“Yeah, I had told her that I like wine.”
Anvita said.
“But I won’t settle with wine, uncle.”
Atul commented.
“Don't embarrass me with such silly doubts. There will be an arrangement for men too.”
“I am afraid I can't leave now, uncle. A friend of mine is coming this afternoon. Can't we plan it some other day?”
Anvita suggested.
George couldn’t disagree. However, he later asked Atul to drop him home.
 
George’s new flat was twenty kilometres away. It was on the top floor of the building and he had most of the terrace for himself. It was very costly but it was near to his shop.
Leona was disappointed to see Atul alone.
“Where’s Anvita?”
She gave George a stern look when she learnt about the guests Anvita was expecting.
“It’s okay, Leona. We’ll come together another day.”
“Not on the day. Come for dinner. We’ll have a blast.”
“Sure.”
Atul nodded.
George quickly opened two beer bottles and filled three glasses.
“Come on George!” Atul hesitated.
George was dismissive of his protest. “Cheers man. Raise your glass!”
Atul had no choice. He sat on the sofa and took a large sip from his glass.
“How's your business going, George?” He was asking when Leona walked in.
“Don't ask him about it now. Just leave the topic I say!” Leona sat next to him. She took extra care not to spill her beer.
She toasted it to him and winked.
“Of course I'm not talking about my stupid business.”
George defended.
“Tell me about your first night. How did it go?”
“George!”
Leona tilted her head forward to look at him. Atul merely passed a smile hiding his embarrassment.
“Tell me.”
George pressed.
“It was good...”
“Good? Just good? Good is bad for the first night. Great is the only good!”
George laughed.
“What is better than good?”
“Did you have it?”
“Mmm... I don't want to say that.”
“I guess you didn't let her sleep all night.”
“No, I wasn't that harsh.”
He tried to laugh it down. He was certainly finding it funny especially as Leona sat next to him.
“Then how else was it?”
Atul looked at him and Leona alternately.
“It’s really tough to sit between you guys and talk about my first night. What kind of couple are you?”
“Don't divert the subject. Come to the point.”
George was persuasive enough to make him admit.
“We did just once, George.”
He stared at him.
“Just once? How long did it last?”
“Fuck you, George!” Leona scolded him immediately, “Don't be so mean!”
“Mean? Am I acting mean?”
“No, not at all, George.”
Atul said sarcastically.
“See. This is how we men talk after the first wedding...”
He paused deliberately to make Atul look at him through the corner of his eyes, “I mean the first night.”
“No. It’s okay.”
Leona retorted to his ‘first wedding’ remark. “You know Atul. George didn't really have a difference between a first wedding and second wedding. He was so...” She leaned forward and threw a suggestive glance at her husband. “Just forget it.”
Atul could not understand if she meant he was too good or too bad. Then George added.
“I didn't let her sleep.”
“You made me cry.”
“I never had an idea you’d be a virgin.”
“I was not a virgin.”
Atul could not believe her blatancy.
“But you cried.”
“Yeah, I told you, you made me cry.”
Atul intervened. “But was it fun?”
“It was a lot of fun, for sure.”
Leona gave him a smile that was really special. Is she thinking of her first night with her second husband? He wondered.

George opened next bottle and refilled the glasses.
“You know Atul, after our marriage I had given a nice, detailed picture of my first night to my friends. It's common.”
He looked at Leona to see her reaction.
“I know that.” She said.
“Don't say you know that. Say you remember that.”
“Remember? How can I forget that? It was unbelievable.”
“Unbelievable, huh?”
He was curious. She just smiled and looked down.
“Explain please.”
He pressed a bit to see her face redden.
“Okay, you kept me awake the whole night. And I cried every time.”
She confessed.
Atul was amazed. A woman was admitting how she was fucked by her husband on her wedding night, while her husband was sitting next to him. Atul suddenly found himself aroused. He could not deviate from the topic.
“Cried? Say you moaned, baby.”
George said and he watched her blush even more.
“It’s basically same to your eyes, isn’t it?”
“Crying with severe pleasure is called moaning.”
“Fuck you, George!”
She leaned over him to push him lightly. Atul thought he felt her breasts on the side of his shoulder. He couldn’t help but threw a quick glance at her chest. It was round and full and hard to miss. It took him one-quarter of a second to find his dick gaining its full possible thickness under the confinements of his pants.
“She’s acting innocent, Atul!”
George was playful, completely unaware of his horny situation.
“She was begging me for more.”
“Don't embarrass him, I beg you now, George.”
Atul had finished his glass too quickly. George was quick to refill it. He didn't care to stop him anymore.
George brought back the subject as soon he took the glass again.
“So, tell me how was it? Just once? Then you must have had it very slowly. How was she? Was she open for the idea? Some girls, you know, come up with shitty ideas like no sex on the first night and all. It’s a bull shit!”
“No, she had no such bullshits.”
Atul admitted.
“Yeah, she’s a good girl. Like Leona.”
Atul had started to like it whenever he talked about Leona.
“You had it relaxed, right? Then it must be a milky one. Who did come first?”
“George!” Leona was smiling, just like him. George ignored her.
“You guys hadn’t done it before the night, right?”
“George you’re going too much...”
“What is too much? He knows how we did it on our night. So he should tell how he had his.”
“It’s the cool stuff, isn’t it, Atul?”
“What can I say?” He looked helplessly at her.
She grinned.
“Okay, great, you pervert. Now he’s gonna ask you about your favourite pose...”
“What’s yours?”
Atul interrupted quickly.
She was taken aback for a moment.
“Yes!”
George snapped his finger. “Ask her, ask her that!”
Leona was now showing the heat on her face.
“Can't we just stop this nonsense, please?”
“She is not gonna tell, Atul. She doesn’t have it.”
George teased his wife further.
“You don’t have a favourite pose, don’t you Leona?”
Atul played along.
 “No. I don't have one.”
She said firmly.
“She loves doggy.”
George announced instantly, completing her embarrassment. Leona got up and shook her head.
“Fuck you guys. Both of you are impossible.”
She though settled on the opposite couch.
“Enough! Atul you carry on and tell him whether Anvita liked the, let's say your...your gun.”
It was amazing how she was still sticking around the subject. As she took a long sip of her beer, Atul dared to stare right at her breasts. He was ashamed of his act though.
Control, Atul. Control.
“Every girl loves that gun.” George declared. “They just have to, don't they?”
“Of course!”
He did a high five with Atul for that. Atul was just going with the flow. He had absolutely no idea about Anvita ‘loving’ his ‘gun’.
“Yeah. Did you try anything extra? She can give a great blowjob. I can see that.”
Suddenly his wife was the point of discussion and Atul fell conscious.
“Some girls are too good. We can gauge it in one look. Look at my wife.”
His daring invitation pulled both Atul and Leona off their feet.
“Fuck you, George.”
Leona was angry now.
“No, look at her. Look at her lips.”
George was unbelievably blatant.
“Look, her upper and lower lips are almost identical; same thickness. They’ll form a perfect O when you need it. It resembles a perfect... do you know what an O is?”
“George I am gonna throw this glass on your head...”
Leona raised the glass and threatened.
“I am praising you, darling, why are you getting angry?”
“If you say a word more to praise me like this, I swear I’ll throw this beer...”
“It’s empty, Leona.”
He reminded her.
“No problem. I can refill it.”
She stood up to check the beer bottles and they were empty.
She looked at George.
“Bring me some beer, darling!”
George immediately rose to his feet and walked to the kitchen. He was more than tipsy already; Atul would have stopped him unless he had his eyes on Leona’s lips as she sat down with him.
“What are you staring at, you pervert-in-making?”
She dilated her eyes to him.
“It’s a perfect O.”
He said. It was more like a whisper.
She rolled her eyes for a moment and emptied her beer glass on his head.
A few last drops fell over his hair and he felt its freezing coldness on the skin beneath his hair.
“Don't spoil my hair.”
He sat still though.
“Anvita has a perfect O with her lips. Have you tried it?”
Leona ran her fingers through his hair to rub the beer drops off it.
As she leaned forward slightly, his eyes rightly fell at her cleavage. He could see fine hair strands at the middle of the valley and his throat dried up instantly. His ‘gun’ twitched and it was hurting him in a pleasing way. He looked up and saw her lips again.
“You are again watching my mouth... what are you thinking?”
She touched his chin to lift it slightly up to make him look at her eyes, like a child. They were dangerously close. It was indeed a moment of uncertainty. She had him, completely under her mercy.
“Uh... nothing!”
He stammered.
“So you haven’t got a blowjob from Anvita yet, have you?”
“What?”
“It’s okay. Even I hadn’t given George one on the first night.”
It was amazing to see this beautiful woman talk about sucking her husband’s dick. He was tempted to look at her lips, shamelessly, but he resisted his wish for the fear of putting her off.
“When did you...”
“One the next day, of course; in the morning...”
She smiled.
“When he demanded one.”
“How was it?”
He asked as he exhaled.
“It was...mmm...tough, he was, you know he was hitting on the back of my throat.”
Her voice was low now.
“You enjoyed it?”
He could see she was enjoying now, reliving it.
“Yeah. But I didn't like the taste...”
“What taste?”
“I mean, not the taste actually, but its feeling of sour. But he was a bastard by then. He made me swallow it.”
Atul was looking at her in a different way than he ever did. She had sucked her husband’s dick and had made him cum in her mouth and then had swallowed his juice.
“I don't know how to get Anvita to do it.”
“Don't worry; I will give you tips to make her give it.”
Leona assured him. He forced his eyes off her and she sat back as George suddenly walked in. Atul took a long breath. He feared if George sensed anything unusual in him. His heartbeats soared. He couldn’t really reason out what was happening.
Shouldn’t I be leaving? He wondered.
Yet he could only watch when George refilled his glass to its top edge and spilt some on the table. Leona grabbed a piece of cloth and wiped it clean. As she bent forward, Atul could not help but notice her perfectly shaped round ass.
Atul was learning one thing anew. Leona was a 36-year-old wife of 40-year-old George and mother of a nine-year-old, and she had been around him for many years, but she was indeed a perfectly hot woman. Atul had never noticed it before. Now he was too thrilled to ignore the fact that he was seduced by her even while her husband, a family friend of him, sat a couple of meters away from him.
Atul grabbed his glass and took a large sip.
“I’ll bring more snacks. You’re a pathetic host, George.”
Leona walked to the kitchen. Atul was trying hard to ignore the rhythmic swaying of her ass when George tapped him on his thigh.
“Look at her ass. Isn’t it lovely?”
“Come on, George!”
Atul tried to be modest, although he was staring exactly at it.
“I love it. It’s really soft and...”
He took another sip and Atul noticed how drunk the man was.
“You know the best pose to fuck is from behind your woman, while she stands on all fours; you get to see the wonderful shape of her. Luckily Leona has a great bum; round and soft. What about Anvita?”
Atul could not really find a word to reply. Round, soft, nice, great: what should he describe his wife’s ass to this man?
He nodded and pretended to take a slow sip of beer to evade the question.
“You haven’t noticed?”
“Uhh...mmm...kind of...I haven’t thought about it.”
“You are okay when I talk about your wife, right?”
“What? Why do you think like that?”
“No, I mean I didn't want to hurt you, boy. This is how we are. We don't mean to...”
“It’s okay, George. There is nothing wrong. I am having a blast with you guys. You both are awesome... But I think I am getting late, George.”
“You can leave soon. It’s okay... you are not late.”
“Yeah... Yeah...!”
He raised his glass and they started drinking again.
They were drunk. Atul had his stomach full. His head was just one glass short of spinning.
“You said you did only one. Anvita deserves more... and I know you’re just taking it slow. But my advice is that you shouldn’t waste time.”
George spoke and Atul listened.
“Yours is a love marriage. You must have planned about kids and all. Delay it. But the practice should be solid. You know what I mean?”
George had become a coach. And Atul was a rookie. Men when drunk adapt marvellously.
“This is time, man. Play hard! Fuck hard!”
Atul was already having visions of Anvita, her milky thighs wide open. He felt an urge to run to her and push her down to the bed. He wanted to mate with her like an animal; in the bed, him and Anvita, completely nude.
“I will prefer the slow game, George. Actually, I rushed it a little on the first night.”
He said.
“Oh really? Then?”
“I finished too early.”
He said without thinking.
“That’s no problem. Even I had got there in three minutes when I did it for the first time with a friend’s sister. A long time ago.”
“Three minutes? I lasted barely a minute!”
Atul regretted his words immediately.
“Still no worry, dear. The time is not important. You know how horny we become by the time all the fuckers leave us alone on a wedding night and allow us to walk into our bedroom. Your marriage was an evening affair. It can never help. It is not a rare thing to lose the grip in a few pushes. “
“I really felt bad, though.”
“Come on, man. That wasn’t you. So let it go from your head. Now listen to me.”
Leona walked in with snacks and George turned to her.
“Go bring some water. And delay your return. I am giving him some nice advice.”
“Don't spoil him, George.”
“Go. I’ll see that.”
Leona walked back and Atul’s eyes automatically fell on her ass. When He turned to George, he was watching him. He was caught off guard.
“He... uh...”
He stammered.
“It’s okay man, you can look wherever you like. It’s just okay.”
“I didn't mean...”
He tried to speak up in his drunken voice.
“It’s okay, I told you.”
He looked down.
“Now where were we? Oh yes, listen. For tonight I will give you an action plan. You can follow it if it sounds cool to you. Get her on all fours, and hold her like this...”
He held his palms in front of his crotch, pretending to hold an imaginary woman, “...and then take her from behind.”
“I like it a bit soft, George.”
“You can do this in a soft way. You just bend her forward and slowly push it in. Do it very slowly. It will be tough in the beginning, but Anvita will get used to it and she will love it. When you have her round, plump ass in front of your eyes, you’ll have your dick in its best shape for the longest... And do this very slowly, as you wish.”
He held his hands forward again.
“Just like this, and when you push it in, you pull her body back to you. When you get high to the peak, you can pause and lean forward to grab her tits. Anvita has really good breasts. It’ll leave her too horny. She will writhe under you. Then, you take a breath and then boom! Again! You got it?”
Atul could only shake his head.
“So today, tonight, do doggy.”
He raised his glass.
“Yeah.”
He finished it in one go.
Atul’s mind was filled with visions of Anvita bending in front of him, in her absolute glory. All He wanted was to get back to her, now.
 
 
 
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#12
Nice to see the story continued again.
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I am eagerly waiting for the point where it was last posted in Xossip. Please update as fast as possible.
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nice...
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Nice update... keep going...
Excited to read what happens next...
Please update as you already have the story soft copy...
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Chapter 4
Atul


It was already eight when Atul reached home. Most of the wedding decorations had been removed. A few rented sidewalls lay at one corner of the courtyard.
“Where were you Atul?”
His dad was at the door, furious. “Anvita’s friends had come. It was your duty to greet them at the door. You have no manners, don't you?”
“I’m sorry, dad. I forgot. I totally missed it.”
“Your sorry can't undo anything. When will you stop acting like an idiot?”
He never missed a chance to berate him. Atul hated his dad for that. He walked inside.
“Go and talk to Anvita. She’s very sad, son.” Mom said.
Atul nodded and walked to his room upstairs. All his effort was aimed at not to reveal how drunk he was.
Vikas showed up. “And come back for dinner,” Said the elder brother. Atul knew he was teasing him. But he did not risk opening his mouth to him.
Not this time.
 
Anvita was lying in bed, facing away from the door. The first thing he noticed was the curve that formed from her narrow belly to the round hip from where the curve travelled down through the edge of her thigh to the knees. It was beautiful and her thin floral dress merely enhanced the view.
Atul took a deep breath and slowly closed the door.
I shall skip the dinner now.
He could literally feel his rock hard member rubbing against his thighs as he walked closer.
“Anvita.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. Anvita turned to him and he saw her eyes. They were red. She stared at him from top to bottom.
“Anvita...”
“Are you drunk?” It took him no time to sense the change in her voice.
“Uh... I had gone to drop George uncle. He didn't leave me without a beer.”
Anvita sat up in the bed.
“He didn't leave you? Are you a child, Atul?” She raised her voice.
“I didn't mean that, baby. He was persuasive.”
He was certainly taken aback by her attack.
“Nice excuse. Do you know my friends were here? I waited and waited... I called you a hundred times...”
“I had left my phone in the car. I thought I would leave in a minute... but uncle and Leona were...”
“Come on Atul! It is just the second day of our marriage. Do you think this is what I expect from you?”
Atul was beginning to feel the heat.
“It’s really sad to see you like this.” Anvita shook her head.
Atul really felt for her. She was absolutely right. He was stupid.
“I am sorry Anvita. I know this is very wrong. I am sorry.”
She ignored his apologies and looked away. She was really hurt. He could see it. He cursed his decision to entertain George’s persuasions. He cursed himself. He suddenly felt he seriously lacked communication skills to talk to his wife.
He was hit with reality. You are married. You can't make a single-minded decision on the spot like you used to in the past. You must do a little more math before doing these types of silly...
He was rueful at himself again.
Anvita lay in bed facing away from him.
“You are not coming for dinner?”
“We all had dinner with my friends, Atul. Go, have yours.”
She replied in a low voice.
Atul stood there watching her curves a few more seconds. His erection was long gone.
 
In the morning he apologised again. She hugged him lovingly.
“I am sorry too, I was harsh. But please make me one promise: don't come home drunk like last night.”
 
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Anvita was everybody’s favourite in a couple of days. Her jovial nature won everyone’s heart including the neighbours. She behaved friendly with youngsters and showed respect to elders. Her wavy hair was the talk among the girls. If there was one who was far from impressed, then it was Atul’s father.
Rajyavardhan was a tough looking dairy farmer and mill owner. He rarely smiled at anyone. His choice to command respect was by means of intimidation. Atul was cautious about the likelihood of Anvita coming under his wrath for silly mistakes. But he knew it was inevitable.
Atul’s mom Sangeetha lived a fearful life under her husband. Her advice to daughter-in-law mostly centred on the tips to avoid Rajyavardhan’s rage. Anvita was getting uneasy under the situation. She once discussed the matter with Atul.
“Why does everyone fear him? He acts like a military commander!”
“Leave him. He can't be negotiated.”
Atul said.
“Why?”
He had no answer.
 
One of her neighbours eventually spilt the beans.
When Vikas was studying in school, he was involved in a silly altercation with another student. The boy ended up beaten by Vikas, and the boy’s father ran into Rajyavardhan to complain. Rajyavardhan took the incident as an insult to him, and his way of redemption was unique and mad. He beat up the father of the boy first, then the boy, and finally Vikas. He broke right legs of all the three. Rajyavardhan spent two nights in jail but he never regretted his actions. He said he did not like the way the boy’s father talked to him. For him, respect was the biggest asset. He never tolerated disrespect.
There were more such stories about him that frightened the children and adults alike. Anvita seldom walked in front of her father-in-law after listening to them. Vikas once showed her the scar of his broken leg. She since never complained to Atul why he was so scared of his own dad. However, in a few days, Anvita learned a few issues between them. One was his purchase of an expensive apartment is town when he got his job. Rajyavardhan expected his son to help him financially in his business, but Atul was not ready to settle for a mediocre accommodation. Atul’s decision to disobey his dad had almost expelled him from the house, a neighbour told Anvita.
 
Atul found Anvita very easy to reconcile with. She would get offended at his silly mistakes – well, he usually found them silly until she points them out – and would get over it before he started negotiating. She was like a sunflower. She sought brightness only.
 
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In the night Anvita stopped Atul from undressing her completely. He was surprised.
“I don't want to intimidate you with my hotness.”
Her naughty smile betrayed her. He was relieved.
“You scared me. I thought I would miss it all.”
He gestured at her.
“You want this all?”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips into his.
“Why don't we switch off the lights instead?”
He suggested. She agreed.
However, her warm breath was enough to push him off the edge, as she lay in the darkness and he climbed on top of her. She moaned slightly as he once again pushed inside her.
“Oh my... Atul...uh...!”
He felt her inner lips swallowing his hardness and he lost track of his movements. Every bit of his planning was washed away as in a storm and it began to rain inside him. He sensed his strength melting, and he fell on top of her, panting, and the only thing he could do was to kiss her hard.
“I am sorry, honey.”
He ended his night again with a sorry.
 
Even though Atul improved a lot in a few days, they both learnt the harsh truth. It was nothing like they had seen in the films. All it takes were a few seconds or a couple of minutes to reach up to the peak. One he hit there, there was nothing he could do. But unlike he feared, it was not such a bad thing. Because Anvita never seemed to have any issue with it. She always kissed him tight when he fell on top of her, exhausted.
“I love you, baby.”
She would whisper to him. Every night they happened to be the last words he remembered to hear.
He repeatedly asked her if she was happy with the way their nights had improved.
“I am very happy, Atul. There is nothing you need to worry. I love you.”
Her reply was the same every time.
And he believed her, every time.
 
 
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It feels good while reading the entire update....but when I read those last two lines...it breaks my heart...
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Going good.... Eagerly waiting for continuation.....
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Chapter 5
Atul


Atul’s vacation came to an end in two weeks after the wedding. He was expecting an extension of leave but it did not work. He had already spent his days visiting close relatives and well-wishers. While keeping up with this custom, he had given up their honeymoon.
George was very keen to host them dinner at his home. Atul liked the idea of taking Anvita to the couple, though he was wary at the thought of them seeking to know if their advice had any effect in bed - regarding how to spice up his intimacy with his woman. If it was only George, Atul would have managed, he believed. But if Leona tried to discuss anything with Anvita, it was certain to be very embarrassing, Atul feared.
“We are coming for dinner, but we won’t stay. Please don't force.”
Atul requested.
He hoped it would keep the couple within the limit.
Leona telephoned Anvita a day before the dinner.
“George doesn’t want you guys to drive home drunk. He has some wine specially bought for you, Anvita. Tell Atul it is okay to stay with us. We have a big house.”
 Anvita instantly agreed with her. And Atul didn't want to disappoint her.

Anvita wore the pink floral lehenga and white shoulder cut blouse George and Leona had gifted her. Atul found it difficult to take his eyes off his wife. She looked stunningly hot. When Anvita walked out wearing it, Atul wanted to have her in his arms and kiss her immediately. She sensed his intentions from a mile away, and she stopped him at the right moment.
“Don't even think about it. You’ll spoil my makeup.”
“You don't have any makeup.”
“That’s the real thing about good makeup.”
He still managed to run his hand around her bare belly. It was smooth and inviting. He even bent his knee in front of her and kissed on her navel. He wanted to lick it. However, she broke free from his grip.
Atul hired a cab to take them to George’s house.
The couple was really in awe when they saw Anvita.
“Oh my god!”
George said and his eyes did the talking thereafter.
“Anvita you look so gorgeous. Thank you so much for wearing this lehenga. You look wow! Wow!”
Leona hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. Anvita thanked her for the wonderful gift.
George shook Atul's hand and welcomed him.
The couple had made exquisite arrangements at their home. Their terrace was a beautiful garden. They set up a few benches between the floral plants for leisure, and a barbeque at one corner. George also installed a music system for the night and it just added up the right ambience.
“Wow.”
Anvita walked around the garden and enjoyed the flowers closely.
“I will set up something like this in our home.”
She looked at Atul.
“But we don't have a terrace.”
“Oh, that’s sad.”
She mocked a sad face. She looked cute.
Leona and George had painstakingly prepared for the dinner. Atul helped him burn the charcoal and they were soon ready to begin.
George mixed Scotch whisky for men as Leona handled the wine for ladies.
“I wanted to open it the other day. But Atul didn't help me.”
Leona looked at Anvita and added, “He didn't bring you. I hated him for that.”
“You guys had almost helped us get into the first fight of our married life.”
Atul shot back at her.
“How was that?”
George enquired.
“Don't ask. It’s gone. We were quite strong. Nothing happened, uncle.”
Anvita said. George and Leona looked at one another and burst into laughter. Anvita didn't get the point.
“What happened?”
“Uncle? You just called me uncle?”
George asked.
“O, God! I will be an aunt, then. I better die now.”
Leona mocked a cry. Atul had to interrupt.
“Anvita, here’s the deal. George is a friend of my dad. In front of dad, we will call him uncle. But here, he is our friend, and he’s just George, and this is just Leona.”
Anvita’s eyes widened.
“Oops, you should have told me. I was already feeling it damn awkward to call such a young couple uncle and aunt...phew!”
George and Atul soon raised their glasses.
“Cheers to this wonderful evening!”


An hour later, George had Leona in his arms dancing around the barbeque. They had the snacks ready and there was just burning charcoal now.
George’s dance was really stupid. Remarkably stupid; Leona quickly washed her hand.
“George always embarrasses him with his stupid moves.”
Anvita was quick to pull Atul forward.
“We’ll teach you. Watch us.”
George increased the music volume as Atul and Anvita grooved in sync. They matched the steps, eyes locked together. As she smiled at Atul and bit her lips, he found himself wanting to kiss her. He sensed his hardness when she gyrated around him, rubbing her ass against him in tune with a medium-paced song.
“Wow. That’s hot!”
Leona clapped as they finished.
“You guys are really what we can call an enviable couple. Stay forever like this!”
She looked at George.
“What do you think dear?”
George was watching them with his wide eyes.
“Yes. Just wow. You guys should dance more.”
He opined.
They danced more until all were tired. But the fun was never tiring. Atul and Anvita tried to teach the hosts a couple of moves. Leona was quick to follow but George found it very tough. He later pushed Leona to dance with Atul. Leona became ready instantly, though he hesitated. Anvita was quick to push him forward. She probably didn't want to embarrass Leona.
As he danced with Leona, he quickly found it difficult to hide his erection. He was rubbing it against her body at times and he feared she would find it. And the fact that Anvita was probably already conscious about it horrified him. He checked Anvita’s face every other second, and she seemed absolutely indifferent about it, to his surprise. Leona was studying his eyes. She pulled him into her.
“Dance with me, boy.”
She held his hands and tightened it around her belly. He couldn’t help but rub his erection against her ass. He could feel how soft she was. He also could see Anvita watching them from the front. He had become docile. Leona tightened her grip and gyrated around him, rubbing her ass even more against his hardness. She was torching his sensual self, entangling him beyond escape. At one precise moment when his member was prodding between her soft cushions, Leona tilted her head to left and glanced at him over her shoulder. He was foreseeing this moment and he helplessly stood there unsure of his immediate future. He was caught off guard. His grip around her loosened instantly. He forced a simper into his face.
“What?”
“Did I get any better?”
She was insanely ignorant about his worry.
“Ask our audience.”
“No, I want to know from my partner.”
“You are doing really well, Leona.”
She unhanded herself from him and swung around a couple of times exactly like Anvita had done a few moments ago and fell into his arms. He clasped her right hand, and with his right arm around her hip, she arched back as the song came to a high-pitched end.
“Wow! Great move! Wow!”
It was Anvita’s turn to clap now.
“Where’s George?”
We were so engrossed in our steps that we both had failed to notice when he had left.
“He went to bring some ice.”

Anvita said. Atul was panting slightly as he sat beside her. She smiled at him.
“Looks like Leona got you tired.”
“Yeah, she got the moves.”
“Are you guys discussing me?”
Leona joined them.
“You were remarkable to watch.”
Anvita praised her. “And you got nice curves; that makes it more beautiful. It looked great when you did that final move. You work out regularly, I can see that.”
“I am not a regular. But I have an elliptical cross trainer machine in the drawing room.”
“Really? Atul had promised me one; I’m not sure which one.”
“Come on ladies. Are you planning to work out tonight?”
Atul chuckled.
Leona whispered something to Anvita and they burst into laughter.
“Share it with me, ladies. Let me know if it’s that funny.”
“No, no, it’s a girl thing. Sorry, boy!”
Leona winked at him.
Anvita wanted to visit the washroom. As he offered to walk her down she refused.
“Don't leave Leona alone. You can stay with her, Atul.”
“Bring George when you come back.”
Leona said and as soon as Anvita left, she poured another drink for Atul.
“There’s no ice.”
He noticed and placed the drink on the table.
“It’s okay. It will come soon. You can have mine for now.”
She got up and sat with him. She held her glass in front of him.
“It’s wine.”
He refused.
“Taste it. It’s special.”
“What is so special?”
She raised it and brought it to his lips. He took a sip. It was delicious.
“Like it?”
She looked deep into his eyes, locking in them. He saw a sparkle at the deepest corner of her eyes.
“I hope you are not trying to hit on me...”
“What if I did, boy?”
She inched closer and he was feeling the heat now. He grabbed her glass and emptied it down his throat. He just wanted to break eye contact with her, without looking like backing off.
“You were embarrassed, weren’t you?”
“What!”
“Come, dance with me.”
She got up and sought his hand, and pulled him up.
“No, I am tired, Leona.”
“I know you aren’t.”
She held his hands and led them around her hip. She was a breath away from him. Even though he wasn’t looking directly at, he was intimidated by the depth of her cleavage.
“We...should be in control, Leona.”
His voice was so weak that he barely heard it himself with the music still on in the background, albeit in a very low volume.
“We are in control, Atul.”
She smiled and swung around.
In no way, he could save himself from the embarrassment now. His dick was rubbing against her softness, or maybe it was the other way around. He tried to move back until he touched his back against the sidewall of the concrete water reservoir. She looked at him over her shoulders.
“You’re still hard. I can feel it...”
“I am sorry...!” Atul apologised immediately.
“Don't be. I like it.”
She was unbelievable. He couldn’t move back an inch as she pressed herself more into his bulge.
“Leona, please!”
He sounded like a cry. He was just married. He loved his wife; he didn't want to be caught in this situation. He looked toward the stairs.
“They can be here any moment...stop it!”
Her grip around his hand became tighter.
“We’ll know when they return.”
She said. And she stuck her right hand between them and he felt it right over his dick. She was touching him. He jumped up.
“Uhh... Leona!”
He pushed her away forcefully. She wasn’t ready for it. She almost fell over the table. He refluxed forward and held her quickly.
“Sorry...sorry...”
She swung around to grab his arms and before he could say anything she kissed him on his lips.
She grabbed his shirt and kissed him hard. He tried to push her back, but his effort wasn’t strong enough to move her. He couldn’t really think anything except a faint dream of Anvita staring at them from the stairs.
When Leona took her mouth away from his, Atul turned his head and hurriedly watched the stairs.
“See. Nothing happened. It’s okay.”
Leona spoke as nothing happened.
“Have you gone out of your mind?”
He wanted to yell but his words were conveniently suppressed into a whisper. She winked at him.
“Yes.”
He returned to the bench. She sat a foot away from him. He felt a pang of relief seeing that one-foot distance between them. His heart was still beating hard like a machine.
“You’ll get me killed. What’s your plan? How can you be...”
He panted and Leona laughed.
“I wanted to kiss you for a long time. I wouldn’t get another chance.”
“What!”
He looked at her unbelievably.
“I mean, what rubbish are you talking? Don't you love George?”
She plucked a flower from the garden bush and threw it at him.
“Relax, dear. I have no plan to drag you into my bed. It’s just for fun.”
She talked with a normal voice and it was enough to freak him out again. He certainly didn't want Anvita or George walk in and listen to her. He glanced at the stairs again.
“Don't be worried. When they’ll return you’ll hear the sound of metal door cracking. It’s very noisy.”
Leona said with a clever smile. It gave him a lot of comforts.
He grabbed his glass and finished it in one go. He felt the insides of his throat burning as the iceless scotch went down.
She watched his struggle casually while she filled her glass with wine.
“Don't be foolish. Drink sensibly. Let’s share this.”
She handed him her wine and he accepted it readily. When he had it half, she took it back and finished it. He tried to ignore her sensuous eyes.
“Are you okay now?”
“You’re still intimidating me.”
She ignored his worry and let her gaze drop gradually to his crotch.
“I have been thinking of you. I imagine you and Anvita and it excites me.”
He was glad she did not imagine herself in place of Anvita.
“You shocked the hell out of me. It’s just a few days after my marriage.”
“Why are you turning it into a big issue? We didn't do anything wrong, yet. That was just a friendly kiss.”
“You groped me...”
“I was just checking what was poking at my back. Look, I know I didn't make you hard. Anvita did.” She chuckled.
“Yeah, that’s what I fear. I doubt she may have noticed you rubbing your ass into it. She knew I was hard already.”
“She will be dying to have it, won’t she?”
“Can we move on with this subject?”
“She’s a good girl. She has a great body. Nice curves. Can I make a suggestion? Tonight, mate with her in doggy style.”
Atul remembered George’s words the other day. The couple seemed to be too fond of the pose.
“Why?”
“It’s very exciting.”
“What’s in it for you?”
“I will ask George to do same to me. It’s my fantasy.”
He was getting the picture now.
“Are you going to fantasise about me?”
She studied his eyes.
“Tell me Atul. I want you to hold around her hip and push her face down to bed while you give it to her.”
She kept her hands at the sides of her hip. “Will you?” His eyes fell at her chest and wandered down to her hip. He suddenly wanted to wrap his arms around her.
“Will you?”
She asked again, allowing him to study her curves. And she was teaching him a new trick.
“Is it too good?”
He asked.
“You have no idea.”
She bit her lips, still grinning. Her eyes shone wild.
Atul rose to his feet and turned her around. He grabbed her torso and pressed his member deliberately into her ass crack over the clothes. His arousal was in overdrive.
“Like this, huh?”
“Like this, yeah!”
She was unfazed completely and she bent forward slightly to support on to a garden plant stand. He held around her hip and jostled against her further between her cushions. He could feel a volcano about to erupt within him.
Suddenly he heard the metal door cracking at the stairs.



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