Adultery Cuckold - Adventures of a hot Indian wife Anitya by divya_baby (Completed)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Feeling a flood of emotions, Siddharth didn't know what to say. So he went with the practicalities. "I'm not sure how I winded up in bed."

"I found you passed out on the sofa, so I helped you get into bed."

"Oh," was all he could think to say. Was that before or after you let Sumit fuck your brains out some more? he thought bitterly. Probably both. Had they gotten any sleep at all? Or had they fucked all night long?

Anitya sensed her husband's dark mood. She sat next to him and took his hand, studying his face.

Sumit came into the kitchen a few minutes later. He had the good graces to look embarrassed and awkward. Anitya smiled at him, and told him to sit down. She got him a cup of coffee, and then made a big breakfast. Even without makeup, her hair brushed back wet, and wearing just an old t-shirt, she looked gorgeous and sexy, especially as she reached up on her tiptoes to retrieve the plates. Sumit couldn't take his eyes off her.

Anitya served Siddharth first and then Sumit, and she sat close to Siddharth. But as they talked and laughed over breakfast it was clear the conversation was more between Anitya and Sumit, with Siddharth mostly left out. Again he felt like a third wheel. Eventually Anitya and Sumit sensed this and they stopped talking, a long awkward silence following, and this made Siddharth feel worse.

Sumit thought this was a good time to leave. He got up, saying, "I better get going, Avani will be bringing home the kids soon." He shook Siddharth's hand. "You're a better person than me. I could never do what you do." Siddharth took his words as an indictment, not a compliment.

"Um ... I'll see Sumit out," Anitya said to Siddharth, getting up. Siddharth couldn't see them. But he heard soft voices, and what sounded like a lengthy hug, and then a long kiss. Then the door opened, and he heard Anitya say, "Call me."

Then Anitya came back into the room. She looked like she was daydreaming, a contented smile on her face. Then she seemed to remember where she was and she refocused on her husband. She offered her hand and he took it. "Come on," she softly said. She led him to the shower. Turning it on, she undressed him and then herself. She soaped him up, and then got on her knees and put his hard cock in her mouth. He came almost immediately. Anitya couldn't help noticing how little he came, but she didn't say anything of course (she didn't know Siddharth had cum only an hour before, but then he always came just a little). They dried each other and got into bed, not bothering to put anything on.

"I know we have a lot to talk about, but I'm so tired," she said. "Will you lie with me?" Despite Siddharth's heartache and the strong emotions he was feeling, he spooned his wife and they fell asleep.

Siddharth woke before Anitya. While sleeping she'd thrown the blankets off, giving him a clear view of her body. Her nipples and pussy lips were swollen. Hickeys marked her neck, bite marks on her breasts. Additional evidence of her passionate night of sex with Sumit was all around them. The bed smelt like sex. Anitya's torn and laddered pantyhose lay on the floor.

Anitya opened her eyes. "Hey you," she said sleepily.

"Hi," Siddharth said, his one syllable reply carrying the weight of all his emotions.

Anitya smiled weakly. "It got really intense last night."

"Yeah. Really intense."

Anitya tried to read her husband's face. Not able to, she snuggled close to him. After a few moments of silence, she asked, "Was it good for you? Everything you wanted?"

It was a fair question, given how much he'd talked about it over the years, how much he'd encouraged and coaxed her to play his games. He made a snap decision not to reveal how much he hurt. He wanted to keep his wife. If he had any chance at doing that, he couldn't act like a wimp or a whiner. "It was great!" he said forcing a smile and trying to sound enthusiastic. "You were wonderful!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She looked relieved. "I was afraid there. I know I got out of control a little. Sometimes you didn't look too happy."

He shrugged, but he kept the smile planted on his face. "You know, I've told you, sometimes I feel jealous, but that just adds to the excitement." He forced a chuckle, trying to sound lighthearted. "You did get out of control there. I guess you really enjoyed yourself."

"Well – yeah!" she said laughing. "I mean, Sumit is incredible! I know you'll want to know how many times he made to cum, but honestly I lost count. I mean, it was like one continuous orgasm! And each one got more intense! He's so amazing! I can't believe Avani let a man like that go!"

Siddharth kept the smile on his face, but her words were like daggers in his heart. They were silent, Siddharth thinking about how to say the next thing. He had to be careful, he didn't want Anitya to lose her temper. He said tentatively, "You know, we didn't make Sumit wear a condom last night ..."

"I know, and he came gallons," she giggled. Then she realized the implications. "Oh my god ..."

It was telling how much Anitya had gotten completely caught up in Sumit's body and cock that, until now, she hadn't realized the possible consequences of letting him fuck her bareback and cum inside her.

Siddharth quickly took her hands. "It's all my fault," he said. "I got so caught up in the moment I wasn't thinking. But ... I think we need to get you a morning after pill."

Anitya's face dropped. "But ... we've been trying for months to get pregnant. We've been having so much sex lately, I thought this might be the month." The reality of having to take the morning after pill and aborting what could be Siddharth's baby hit her, and she started to cry. She so wanted to have a baby and start a family.

"Shhhhhh, it's okay, it's okay," he said taking her into his arms and comforting her.

Later that day Siddharth took Anitya to see her doctor, Dr Latika Khadse. "Well, that's wasn't fun," she said emerging from the doctor's office and into the waiting room. "Dr Latika Khadse knows we're trying to have a baby, so when I asked about the morning after pill she asked me if I'm having an affair."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Siddharth felt bad for her embarrassment. Dr Latika Khadse had been Anitya's doctor since she was a little girl. "I'm sorry honey."

She shrugged, not looking at Siddharth. "Whatever," she said giving Siddharth the cold shoulder. She was mad because she felt he'd gotten her into this. Siddharth went into the chemist shop while Anitya waited in the car. Morning after pills were over the counter, but Anitya had wanted to see her doctor to make sure there weren't any side effects, especially with her ability to have children later. Siddharth intended to get just 1 pill. Hopefully they'd never need it again after this time. But then he thought ... who knows what could happen, they might need more of these. But how many? Two, three? He shrugged and just bought five. When they got home Siddharth took out one of the pills, putting the rest in his medicine cabinet. He handed the pill to Anitya, and she looked at it like it was death. Then quickly she put it in her mouth and swallowed it with a big gulp of water.

Anitya was too sore for sex that evening, and anyway the morning after pill had put a damper on everything. It wasn't until a few days later that she recovered, both physically and emotionally. Siddharth's cock was bursting, he was dying to fuck and re-live the night with Sumit. The ordeal of the morning after pill brought them closer, and his insecurities of the experience had faded, leaving only his lustful fantasies. "Did you get any sleep, or did you fuck all night long?" he groaned as he fucked her.

"I think I passed out once," she said, pushing her pelvis up to meet her husband's thrusts. "It was right after we both came. But he stayed in me while we slept, I think. I woke up with him inside me. He was soft but he's so long and thick I still felt full. I started kissing him and rocking on him, and he got hard, and then he woke up and we fucked again." Siddharth came thinking of Sumit spooning his wife, both of them sleeping, with her still impaled on his long cock.

A few weeks later, Siddharth and Anitya saw Sumit at the temple. He was alone, so they assumed it was Avani's weekend with the kids. Siddharth steered Anitya next to Sumit. He couldn't stop thinking about their evening together. He'd gotten jealous and bothered, but survived it. Strong emotions were sure to follow after watching your wife get her brains fucked out by another man. But that's a big part of what made it so exciting, and he wanted it to happen again.

As the pooja ended, Siddharth whispered into Anitya's ear. "Do you want to go home with him?"

"Siddharth, no," she whispered back. "It's too awkward."

"I can talk to him."

"Siddharth ..."

He could tell she wanted to. After the pooja ended and they were walking out, Siddharth looked questioning at his wife. She gave him a non-committal shrug. He gave her a lecherous grin and caught up with Sumit while she waited.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sumit, wait up," Siddharth said catching up. He motioned Sumit to an unoccupied corner of the temple. It was the first time they'd spoken since that evening, and he could tell Sumit was feeling awkward. He gave him a friendly smile to put him at ease. "Do you have plans today? Picking up the kids or anything?"

"No, Avani has the kids until tomorrow morning."

Siddharth lowered his voice even more, looking around to make sure no one was within earshot. "Interested in coming over?"

Sumit looked surprised. "Are you serious? You're not upset about the other night?"

Siddharth smiled. "No -- I told you what I'm into."

Sumit slowly nodded, as if coming to grips with Siddharth's crazy fantasy. "Are you sure Anitya wants to?"

Siddharth grinned. "Yeah, she does." Both men looked over to where Anitya stood.

She blushed as they looked at her, looking down at her feet to avoid their eyes. She couldn't imagine a more awkward situation. Siddharth annoyed her with his one track mind. But to be honest she'd thought about that night – and Sumit -- a lot. It'd been incredible, and she wouldn't mind trying it – and him -- again.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Outside in the parking lot, Siddharth held the door open for Anitya. "Do you want to follow us?" he asked Sumit.

"You know, I actually have to be close to home. Avani said she might drop the kids off early. I think she might have a date." More awkwardness followed. Avani might have a date, but that was nothing compared to what they were doing.

Siddharth spoke up with an easy solution. "Why don't you two go over to your place? Honey, I'll be at home. Just call me when you want to be picked up." As the three of them split into two cars and drove away, they didn't notice the person watching them from across the parking lot.

Sumit and Anitya rode in silence, and the awkwardness continued when they got to his house. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Want a drink?" Sumit finally asked.

"I'd love one!" Anitya said immediately. They looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

"Are you okay with Avani dating?" Anitya asked as Sumit handed her a drink.

"I don't care. I think she's doing it to make me jealous."

"Are you jealous?"

"No," Sumit said immediately with an air of finality.

Anitya thought he was being callous, but didn't say anything thinking it wasn't her business. She sat down with her wine and crossed her legs. Sumit sat next to her, his eyes going to her legs. "I have to admit something to you," he said tearing his eyes from her legs and looking at her face. "Remember that time you came over to watch the game, and you wore those holey jeans? I kept looking at that hole the entire day." He blushed in embarrassment. "I've never met a girl who wears pantyhose under jeans."

Of course Anitya remembered. His confession made her blush. "I guess I got in the habit in college.. So sometimes after dance class I had to pull on jeans over my tights to get to class on time."

Sumit smiled lustfully. "You look incredible in leotards."

"How would you know?" she asked with a sly grin. She took a dance class at Sumit's gym, but she didn't remember him ever seeing her in dancewear.

He looked embarrassed again. "Sometimes I use the security camera to watch your class."

Anitya's eyes went wide. "Oh my god, you're a stalker!"

He grinned, hearing the playfulness in her voice. "I am when it comes to you."

Anitya got on her knees on the sofa and leaned into him, his arms immediately going around her waist. "Well, maybe I'll have to come over here sometime in my leotard and tights."

"I'd love that," he said as he kissed her, his hands cupping her firm ass cheeks. He was treated to the feel of a garter strap.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anitya smiled sensing his excitement. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" she asked as she felt his hands disappear under her dress and explore her lingerie. "I thought the day might end this way. Siddharth's been talking about that other night a lot."

"He's different, that's for sure."

"You're being too nice," she said giggling. "I think perverted is the right word. Maybe obsessed."

"Well, whatever it's called, I'm just happy I get to spend time with you," he said trying to be nice. He ran his fingers along the lacy stocking tops, her bare skin above, the straps of her garter belt. "You wore this for me?"

"Yeah," she said huskily, getting turned on by his caresses. "Just for you."

Sumit's heart leaped. She'd been thinking about him, and even dressed special for him. He kissed her and rolled her onto her back, pulling her skirt up as he did. Anitya's hands went to his chest, pulling off his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt. As he reached around her and unzipped her dress, she reached to his pants. In moments they were both completely nude, except Anitya still had on her bra, garter belt, stockings and heels (she hadn't worn panties). Neither needed any foreplay, they were too hungry for each other. Sumit got between her legs and aimed his cock at her pussy. He was about to push into her when Anitya remembered.

"Wait Sumit," she said pushing on his chest. "In my purse. A condom."

Sumit hated condoms. "Come on, we didn't need that last time."

"I know, but we have to." She reached over into her purse and pulled out one of the packages. "Sorry," she said as she tore open the package and rolled the condom onto his cock. Even though the condom was extra-large she still had difficulty getting it around his girth, and it went down barely half way down his long shaft.

Their sex was fantastic. Like before he fucked her long and hard, and when she came her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Sumit loved it too, her pussy was so tight, and her body was incredible. Also, looking into her gorgeous face as they fucked was hypnotizing, something he could easily lose himself in. After they both came and caught their breaths, Anitya reached to his cock and pulled off the condom. She'd never done this before, but it fascinated her. She held it from the opening and the thin sheath strained downward from the weight of the large amount of thick milky cream inside. "Wow, I can't believe how much you cum."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He laughed. "Avani always called it my super power."

Anitya smiled at the joke. She remembered how many times he'd cum inside her that first night, each time shooting a huge load like this into her unprotected womb. It was a good thing she'd taken the morning after pill. If she hadn't already been pregnant from Siddharth, Sumit surely would have impregnated her.

"Are you hungry, I can order Chinese food," Sumit said. He took the condom from her and tossed it in the trash.

"That sounds good." She held out her arms inquiringly. She still wore the bra, garter belt, stockings and ankle strap heels. "Um ... would you like me to keep this on?"

He gave her a crooked smile. "Would you mind?"

She giggled, charmed by his adorable boyish expression. "Of course not," she said giving him a quick kiss. "But do you have a robe I could wear ... I'm kind of cold."

"Yeah, sure," he said looking around.

Then Anitya saw his shirt and picked it up. "Oh, I can wear this, if that's okay." She put it on. It comfortably dbangd over her. She liked it, it smelled like him.

"Sure," he said. He liked seeing her in his shirt. Also, she looked incredibly hot, the shirt just long enough to cover her stocking tops, but short enough to show off the rest of her shapely stocking clad legs.

After eating they fucked again. Their sex was fantastic (once again her orgasm lasted forever), and after their breathing finally returned to normal, Sumit pulled out. He was careful, but as he pulled out the condom ripped leaving a large glob of his sperm in her womb. "Damn!" she said alarmed seeing the ripped condom.

"I'm sorry, I tried to be careful."

"I know you did, it's not your fault," she said stroking his cheek with her hand. But she felt panicked, looking down and seeing the milky cream leaking from her pussy lips.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I don't get it, you didn't seem to mind last time," Sumit said.

"I'm not on any birth control," Anitya explained distractedly as she hurriedly shed her lingerie and heels and went into the bathroom. She got into the shower and tried to clean up as best she could.

Sumit stood in the door of the bathroom, watching her frantically cleaning up. "So I guess we were lucky," he said.

Not thinking, Anitya shook her head and blurted out, "I took a morning after pill."

Anitya's words hit him like a physical blow. "What?" he said harshly.

Anitya looked up, hearing his angry tone. She dried herself. "Sumit, I had to. Siddharth and I are trying to have a baby. That's why I stopped taking the pill. We couldn't take a chance."

"So you killed what could have been my baby?" he asked angrily.

She tried to reason with him. "Sumit, listen to what you're saying. I'm not married to you." She picked up her dress and put it on. "I better go." She picked up her phone and called Siddharth. "Can you pick me up? Yeah, it was. Um, I can't really talk now. 10 minutes? Okay, love you." Anitya looked back at Sumit. "Siddharth's at a Starbucks down the street, he'll be here in a few minutes." She stroked his cheek with her hand. "I'm sorry I've upset you. I had a great time, you're wonderful. "

She stuffed her lingerie in her purse and picked up her heels, holding them by the ankle straps. She turned to go but Sumit grabbed her arm. "Anitya, I know what I said was crazy. I'm just saying ... if you were my wife, I'd never let another man get within 10 feet of you, much less touch you or have sex with you. Siddharth doesn't deserve you. He's a pervert. You deserve a lot better than him."

Anitya pulled away. "Sumit, I don't want to talk about this."

Sumit took both her arms and looked into her eyes. "Anitya, just think about this. You say you're trying to get pregnant, right? Then why's Siddharth letting me make love to you? Not once, but twice! What kind of man is he?"

Anitya pushed against Sumit's chest. "I've got to go," she pleaded. Sumit let her go. She opened the door and, looking once more into his eyes, she left.

Siddharth fucked Anitya later that night, but she didn't seem into it, just going through the motions. He sensed she'd had a spat with Sumit, and that gave him a sense of comfort. Sure, Sumit was a good fuck, but at his core he was just a big dicked jock, not someone Anitya could be happy with long term. Sumit was like all the guys Anitya dated before she met him. They were all handsome and good in bed, but she'd fallen in love with him, not any of them. But this confirmed to Siddharth that Sumit was the perfect man to help further their fantasies. Clearly she was enthralled by Sumit's huge penis and sexual prowess, but turned off by his personality.

Anitya worried about the ripped condom (luckily she hadn't been ovulating). She decided not to tell Siddharth. He'd want her to take another morning after pill, and she couldn't bear to. She was religious, and had a problem with the idea of abortion (although she didn't judge what other women did). The morning after pill was too much like abortion to her, and she couldn't do that again. She and Siddharth had been having a lot of sex, so if she got pregnant it was just as likely his as Sumit's. She decided to pray a lot, and leave it in the hands of God.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

A week later, Anitya went to happy hour at Jugheads with Ayesha, Heena and some other friends from work (it was Ayesha's birthday). "Isn't that your friend Sumit?" Ayesha asked. Anitya looked across the room. Yes, it was Sumit. He was in a small booth with a girl Anitya recognized from the gym. At first Anitya thought it was Rashmi, but she quickly realized it was another girl. What a surprise, Anitya thought somewhat annoyed -- the girl had short dark hair and was very pretty, very young, and very busty. They left soon after, with the girl's arms around his neck and Sumit's hands all over her. Anitya was certain they were going back to his house to have sex. It bothered her, although she knew she had no reason to be. Still, he hadn't called her all week (granted, she hadn't called him either).

Anitya got her period, and said a silent prayer to God. Later that month Siddharth prepared for another business trip. "Why don't you give Sumit a call while I'm away," he suggested. They hadn't played the game for weeks (since the last time with Sumit), and his obsession craved more excitement.

"I don't know," Anitya said without any enthusiasm. She'd avoided Sumit since seeing him the last time. What he'd said bothered her, because it fed into her own growing doubts about her husband. But what really hit Anitya was when Sumit referred to their sex as "love making." She didn't want to think of it as lovemaking. It was just fucking, right? Right?

Siddharth grinned. "Just think about it," he said light heartedly. He disappeared into her closet. A few minutes later he came out with an outfit and dropped it on the bed. "Wear this if you change your mind," he said with an easy smile. "Remember to email me a picture."

Something inside Anitya snapped. She couldn't believe Siddharth's nonchalant carefree attitude. He treated sex like it was as casual as shaking hands. He didn't see any consequences from it. "Fine," she said with barely controlled anger. "Well, if I'm going to do this then I think I should go back on the pill." She narrowed her eyes, saying it as a challenge.

Siddharth was oblivious to her signals. Instead, he was delighted. If Anitya wanted to go back on birth control, she must really be getting into this. That was completely okay with him. He wasn't ready for a baby yet, as that would completely put an end on their game playing. "That's probably a good idea," he said enthusiastically. "It won't help this time, but you still have the condoms, right?"

"Right," Anitya said hollowly. She'd assumed Siddharth would back off the game if it meant delaying starting a family. Clearly though he had his priorities elsewhere.
Siddharth finished packing, excited at the prospect of another adventure between his wife and her big dicked lover. He knew condoms weren't 100% guaranteed, but he still had four of the day after pills in his medicine cabinet.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anitya resolved not to call or see Sumit. She had issues with Siddharth – maybe they should go to counseling -- and seeing Sumit again wouldn't help things. Sometimes she caught herself thinking about him. That wasn't good. She threw the clothes Siddharth had picked out into her closet. No, she wouldn't see Sumit.

While in her closet, she glanced at her lingerie drawer. She opened it. Underneath her panties she found the birth control pills. One pack was full. She thought about where she was in her cycle. With a heavy heart, she punched out the right tablet and swallowed it. She and Siddharth had too many issues to work out to think out having a baby right now.

On Friday Ayesha and Heena invited her to another happy hour at Jugheads. She decided to go. Siddharth wouldn't be home until Sunday evening, and it was lonely at home. Good looking guys repeatedly approached Anitya and hit on her, ignoring Ayesha and Heena. Heena looked at her sourly. "Anitya, don't take this the wrong way, but this is the last time you're coming to happy hour with us." Anitya smiled trying to look modest, but deep down she loved the attention.

"Anitya, there he is again," Ayesha said pointing across the room. Anitya looked, and she saw Sumit. Once again he was with a new girl, but she looked the same as the others: short dark hair, pretty, young and busty. "God, I wish I could get a man like that to notice me. What's she got that I don't?"

Anitya and Heena looked at Sumit's date, and then at Ayesha, trying to hold back laughter. Finally Ayesha smiled sheepishly. "Okay, a couple of bra sizes," Ayesha said, and then all three girls burst out laughing.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

By that time, Anitya was already feeling tipsy from two vodkas, and some girlish prideful part of her wanted to show Ayesha and Heena that she could hold her own against a busty 21 year old. "I think I'll go say hi," she said getting up, then she walked over to Sumit's table.

"Hey you," Anitya said as she caught Sumit's eye.

"Hi Anitya!" Sumit practically shouted excitedly when he saw her. He noticed her flushed cheeks, and the way she seemed unsteady on her feet. He grinned. "Are you drunk?"

"Absolutely not," she said definitively, slurring her words a little. Then she brazenly took the whiskey from Sumit's hand and took a big gulp. "Okay, well, maybe now." Then the taste of the dark bitter whiskey hit her taste buds. "Yuk! What is this?!" she exclaimed, screwing up her face and looking at the bottle like it was poison.

Sumit laughed and pulled her to sit next to him. "Riya, can you move over a little?" he said moving his date so far over she barely had any room in the booth.

Riya recognized Anitya from the gym. She'd seen her there, parading her tight body around in her Danskins, tights and ballet slippers, getting the attention of every male eye there. She'd heard rumors there was something going on between her and Sumit. She knew Anitya was married (she didn't try to hide it, she always wore a mangalsutra and an engagement ring with a big diamond). She didn't have much respect for Anitya, she didn't like women who cheated on their husbands. But she was mature and self-aware beyond her 21 years, and she knew she didn't stand a chance if a girl as pretty as Anitya was after the same man as her. So as Sumit pushed her over on the booth, she just kept going. She stood up and left. So happy was Sumit to see Anitya he didn't even notice Riya leaving. If Anitya had been sober, she'd never have allowed Riya to leave, and later when she remembered she'd feel terrible.

Sumit watched with affection as Anitya gulped down water, trying to get rid of the bitter whiskey taste. He ordered himself another beer and her another vodka. This was the first time they'd spoken since their argument over the morning after pill. Normally things would've been awkward, but meeting in a bar both acted like nothing had happened and they were soon laughing and talking. Heena and Ayesha stopped by to say hello, and tell Anitya they were going to another bar. Ayesha whispered in Anitya's ear, "Remember what I said. Handsome guy – three hands -- rarity." Anitya giggled and blushed. Sumit asked what Ayesha said, but Anitya wouldn't tell him.

As they left, Heena whispered to Ayesha, "Is she having an affair with him?"

Ayesha nodded. "I'm pretty sure. But look at him. Wouldn't you?"

A few times guys approached Anitya and hit on her. Sumit couldn't believe it. She was with him. She wore a mangalsutra. For all these jerks knew, she was married to him. Yet they hit on her, right in front of him? "Is it always this way?" he asked irritably right after another guy hit on her.

"Um ... I don't know," she said innocently, the room spinning a little. She was on her forth vodka. She got up to go to the rest room, and coming back she was intercepted by a tall handsome guy who'd been eyeing her all night. They danced, the man's hands on her waist and drifting down to her ass. The man liked what he saw and felt. This girl knew how to dance even in the high heels she wore, and she was drop dead gorgeous. She wore a simple blouse and skirt, but she had a tight body, and she had fantastic long legs that went on forever.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

There was a commotion on the dance floor. A lot of shouting and shoving. In her drunken stupor, Anitya realized she was in the middle of it. She felt a strong arm practically drag her from the bar. She almost screamed but then saw it was Sumit. "What's wrong? What happened?" she said as he pushed her into his car.

"Why do you do that?!" Sumit shouted angrily. He had his keys out but was too agitated to drive, so they just sat there parked.

"What? What did I do?"

"In there! The bar! You left me and danced with another guy!"

Anitya felt confused. "No I didn't," she insisted. "That was you ... wasn't it?"

Sumit realized Anitya was drunk. Maybe she hadn't known what was going on. But the way men came on to her constantly ... and the way she reacted to them. He knew she was a flirt. He could live with that, it was part of why he liked her, she had an adventurous bubbly personality. But the games she played, that was too much.

Anitya seemed to read Sumit's thoughts. The walk in the cold from the bar to Sumit's car had sobered her a little, as had his harsh words. "I only do those things because Siddharth wants me too," she said. "I know most men aren't like him. I'd never do that to you. I swear, in the bar I thought he was you."

Sumit scoffed. "But you play those perverted games of his, don't you?" he shot back bitterly.

"He's my husband," she answered simply.

In the moonlight Anitya saw the contempt in Sumit's face, and she softly put a finger to his lips to stop him from saying anything more. "Please, let's not go there again," she said.

But Sumit couldn't stop himself. "But Anitya, you fuck other guys!"

She put her finger on his lips again to calm him down. "No, only you. Since I married Siddharth, you're the only man I've been with besides Siddharth." She paused, then made a decision. She lowered her head into his lap.

When Anitya put her head in his lap, Sumit thought she had passed out again. But then he felt her open his zipper, and take out his cock. Then he felt her soft lips around him. Feeling her go down on him, he rolled back his head and gripped the back of her head.

After cumming in Anitya's mouth, Sumit took her home and they fucked all night long. Once again Anitya lost track of the times Sumit made her cum. It was like one long orgasm lasting all night. They used condoms at first, but Anitya only had 3 (and one ripped as she rolled it over his shaft). Sumit offered to run to the drug store, but by that time Anitya's lust was so great she was like a bitch in heat, so she just made him promise to pull out. He promised, and she never regretted the risk she was taking because the feel of his bare skin inside her felt so incredible.

They finally fell asleep as dawn broke, and they slept until 1pm. They fucked again, and then showered together, then Anitya made Sumit a big brunch with the odds and ends in his refrigerator.

Anitya looked at her cell and saw Siddharth had called 25 times. She felt guilty. She'd completely forgotten about him, and knew he must be worried out of his mind. "Can you do me a favor?" she asked putting on her blouse and skirt. She didn't bother with underwear.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

You're not leaving are you?" Sumit said alarmed.

"No," Anitya said distracted, looking for her high heels and finally finding them. She put them on and brushed through her hair, then put on lipstick. She looked back at Sumit, then grinned giving him a "you're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you" look. "Siddharth likes me to send him a picture when I go out with you."

Sumit didn't understand at first. Then he did and laughed. "Oooookay," he said, but he held his tongue on the other things that came into his mind about how much of a loser and wimp Siddharth was. He didn't want to risk Anitya getting angry and leaving. But then he had an inspiration. He went into his closet and came out with a shirt. "Why don't you put this on?" he said showing it to Anitya. It was his Xaviers college football jersey.

"Wow," Anitya said fingering the number 47, and then Sumit's last name along the top. She loved the jersey and the jersey reminded her that he'd been a player. She also knew what Sumit was thinking. If a girl wore a boy's jersey, it meant she belonged to the boy. She should know, she'd worn her boyfriends' football jerseys in collge. She knew Siddharth would love it. It would make him jealous, but he was the one always saying how jealousy made his fantasy even better for him. And if it did bother him – well, good!

She took off the blouse and skirt, then put on the jersey. She thought about how best to pose. Deciding, she brushed her hair again until it showed off its natural luster, but swung it over her shoulder so it didn't cover Sumit's last name. Then she tied the jersey at her waist to it ended right above her ass. She left the high heels on. Sumit took the picture of her back, with her smiling mischievously over her shoulder at the camera. She emailed the picture to Siddharth, and he called seconds later.

"You're with Sumit?" he asked excitedly.

She giggled. "Since last night."

He started asking questions but she impishly decided to torture him. "I can't really talk now," she said in an urgent whisper, but she was smiling at Sumit. He was so near her phone he could hear everything, and he looked like he was trying to keep from laughing.

"Is he about to fuck you again?" Siddharth moaned into the phone.

Sumit jerked his hips back and forth, acting like he was fucking her from behind. Anitya had to look away to keep from laughing.

"Are you playing with yourself right now?" Anitya asked.

"Tell me what he's doing to you," Siddharth moaned.

"You ARE playing with yourself." Anitya glanced at Sumit. He had both hands at his crotch, rapidly moving up and down, pretending like he was beating off.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

This time Anitya couldn't keep from laughing. But she covered for it by turning her laugh into a pretend moan. "He's fucking you right now, isn't he?"

"Ugh, yeah," Anitya said pretending to moan. Sumit covered his face with a pillow so Siddharth couldn't hear his laughter.

"Leave the phone by the bed, so I can listen."

Anitya felt bad for making fun of Siddharth, so she said, "I can't – my phone's out of power. I'll tell you all about it later. Bye." Then she hit end.

Anitya threw a pillow at Sumit, and he laughed and jumped onto her. They wrestled and tickled, and then they fucked again.

After another long fuck session, they fell asleep in each other's arms. When they woke it was dark and they were both starving. Sumit wanted to order pizza but Anitya insisted on cooking. She didn't like fast food and anyway it was too fattening. She cooked some dal rice and a veetable gravy. After dinner they relaxed drinking wine. Anitya wore his jersey. He liked seeing her in it. She pointed at the pictures on the shelves. "Why do all your girls have big breasts?"

He laughed. "That really bothers you, doesn't it?"

Anitya frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's just a question," she said testily.

Sumit knew her well enough now to realize she was about to lose her temper, so he backed off. "If I tell you the reason why, you have to promise not to laugh or get mad." As he hoped, Anitya relaxed and nodded her head. "You're going to think this is a typical guy thing, but sometimes with a girl with big breasts, you know, I can, I mean ..."

He struggled to find the politically correct words when Anitya blurted out, "You can fuck her tits."

He exhaled. "Well ... yeah ..."

"Well then just say it. You like big boobs because you like tit fucking. It's not like it's a big guy secret."

He looked wary. "You said you wouldn't get mad."

She scowled at him. "I'm only mad because you've never tried to fuck my tits!"

"Ah ... what?" Sumit looked at Anitya's breasts. In his jersey she looked flat chested.

Anitya got up and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she said dragging him to his bedroom. She pointed at the bed. "Sit!" she commanded. She grabbed her purse and a few clothes and went into the bathroom, closing the door. When she emerged 15 minutes later the sight of her took Sumit's breathe away. She'd done her hair and makeup and looked incredibly beautiful. She'd taken off the jersey and wore only her bra and pantyhose from last night. Her long legs looked simply incredible in the hose, and he loved it the way the nylon went over her flat tummy, ending just below her belly button. As Sumit watched she sat and put on her high heels. As she leaned over to buckle the thin ankle straps, her long hair brushed across the floor.

Anitya got on the bed, on her back. "Come here," she beaconed softly. Her commanding tone of a moment ago had disappeared. On his knees, Sumit moved towards her head. "Straddle me," she said, and Sumit did as she asked, his hard cock between her small breasts. She reached up and ran her fingers over his chest, tracing along his muscular biceps and the ridges of his 6 pack. The feeling was exquisite and then it got even better as she replaced her finger tips with her long manicured finger nails, lightly scrapping enticingly across his chest.

Finally she took his shaft in her hands and softly stroked him, looking into his eyes. She barely held him, her hands around his shaft but barely gripping him, teasingly moving back and forth like a feather on his sensitive flesh, all the while looking at him with her sweet blue eyes. He wanted her to grip him tighter but she refused, continuing her slow tease.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He had the urge to move down her body and shove his cock into her pussy, wanting to feel her tight pussy around him instead of the light grasp of her hand. But before he could do anything she slid underneath and put the head of his cock into her mouth. Just the head, nothing else. She licked across the head, and his eyes rolled back at the sensation. But she did no more than lightly lick across the head. She didn't suck him or stroke his shaft. And even her licks were light, barely touching him. It was enough to deepen his cravings and desire for orgasm, but not enough to bring him any real pleasure. She was driving him crazy!

With him panting, she took his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheeks, her lips, even across her closed eyes. He looked down at her as she did this, seeing her rubbing his manhood across her gorgeous face. He'd never seen anything so alluring. His pre-cum and her own saliva smeared across her face. She left it there. It made her look even more sexy.

"Touch me," she said. She'd bent her knees to form a back for Sumit. He leaned back, careful not to put too much weight on her (he probably outweighed her by 100 pounds). He excitedly felt her nyloned legs press against his back, and he reached back and caressed her slim ankles, then his fingers moved across the smooth surface of her patent leather high heels. The entire time she looked into his face with her blue eyes, running his cock across her beautiful face.

Even though she wasn't stimulating his cock he felt ready to burst. She sense that, and gripped him tightly at the base of his shaft. She stayed that way until his panting calmed down (but not his longing). Then she slid underneath him further until her face was directly below his cock. She reached with her tongue and slow ran the tip along his long shaft. As she did she ran her nails across his ass and down the back of his muscular thighs, making him shiver. She trailed her tongue down his shaft to his balls, softly licking and sucking each one. Then she went back up his shaft, starting all over again. She did this over and over until he felt about to cum again, but then like the last time she gripped the base of his cock hard.

Once he calmed down, he felt her tongue on his shaft again, but this time she moved passed his balls to the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. No girl had ever touched him there, much less licked him. He was so turned on he felt the room spin. His chest beat so hard he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. As she licked him she continued to grip the base of his cock hard, preventing him from climax even while driving him mad with lust.

Then she did the unthinkable. She flicked her tongue over his puckered asshole, making him gasp with pleasure. She did it only once. There was a pause. Then he heard her lovely voice coming from underneath his ass. "If I touch you here, will you still kiss me?" she asked, like a little girl asking her father if he'll still love her if she does something wrong.

"Yes!" he said immediately.

"Do you promise?"

"Yes! Yes! I swear to God!"

Then he felt her tongue on his asshole, tentatively at first, then more confident, more urgent, moving around it, across it, pushing into it. At that moment he fell in love with Anitya. He probably already loved her, but now he was sure. He'd never met anyone like her, and never would again in the future.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She felt him ready to cum, and again she gripped the base of his cock. He sensed her doing something, he didn't know what. Finally she slid back up and he looked at her face. Her lips were a glossy silky bright red. Somehow she'd fixed her lipstick. He was mesmerized with her beauty.

Now his cock was over her tits again. "Take off my bra," she asked him. He immediately reached under her and expertly unsnapped it. A part of his brain registered she'd worn the bra only so he could take it off of her. But she didn't take it off completely. She let the straps fall to her elbows and the bra slid to her tummy, the lacy material making her breasts even more alluring.

"Please," she begged. "Fuck my tits."

Sumit wanted this more than anything else in his entire life. He moved his cock between her breasts. They were perfect, two full mounds topped with perky nipples that pointed towards the sky. But they were so small, tiny really. She couldn't be more than a 32A, maybe 32b. How could he do this?

But then she squeezed her tits together with her hands, forming a tight pussy around his cock with her hands and breasts. "Please fuck my tits," she begged.

Sumit didn't have to be asked twice. He rocked back and forth. It felt as good as any tight pussy his cock had ever been in, any big tits his cock had ever been between. It didn't take long. His back arched and his pelvis lurched. Just before he came Anitya took his shaft in her hands and pointed his manhood at her face. He looked down on her beautiful face just as thick milky globs of his cum shot from his cock. Anitya aimed his cock so his cum coated her all over her face and in her hair. By the time he was done her gorgeous face and lush hair were soaked with his cum.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He panted, catching his breath, amazed at what had just happened. It was simply the greatest sexual experience of his entire life. He looked down at her. Her pretty face was completely soiled with his seed. The sight stirred something deep inside him, something primal, something at his core. She belonged to him now.

She said something. Her mouth and lips were so covered with his cum bubbles formed between her lips as she spoke. "I guess you can't live up to your promise right now," she said throatily. "Put I'm not letting you off that easy." She licked off her lips. Then she rubbed his cock across her cheek, pushing his cum to her mouth and swallowing it, licking his cum off his cock. She did this all over her face, swallowing and licking up all his cum. When she was done her face was clean, and his cock was hard again. "Will you kiss me now?"

Sumit immediately leaned down and kissed her hungrily, at the same time taking hold of his cock and pushing it between her pussy lips. He forgot she wore pantyhose, so he frantically ripped a hole and then shoved his cock into her. Even though he'd just cum he felt frantic with lust. He penetrated her balls deep with a single thrust. Anitya cried out in pain but she didn't push him away. He fucked her like a madman, slamming her so hard and fast her head hit the headboard, and she clutched the mattress and held on for dear life. She started cumming, and he did his Yoda sex trick again and her orgasm lasted forever, or maybe it was a bunch of orgasms spaced so closely together it felt like a single incredible orgasm. Whatever, she flung her head side to side, her hair flying in the air, screaming Sumit's name over and over. For a fleeting moment she remembered Sumit wasn't wearing a condom, that his super power was shooting huge gobs of baby making juice when he came, and she was ovulating and at her most fertile time of her cycle. But she didn't care, it felt too fucking good!

Sumit put Anitya's long shapely legs over his shoulders. He licked and sucked her stocking clad calves as he pounded her as hard as he could. He wasn't going to pull out! He was going to cum inside her as deeply as he could! Just as he covered her face with his cum, he'd shoot her fertile womb full of his seed. He was going to make her completely his. He'd impregnate her, and then force her to choose between him, the father of her baby, or wimp limp dicked Siddharth.

When he came, he ejaculated once, twice and then three times into her, each time delving as deep inside as possible. It wasn't as much as he usually came, but it was probably enough. He kept his cock deep inside her as he lovingly kissed her lips and cheeks, and softly told her how wonderful she was.

Feeling the comfort of post orgasmic bliss and being completely satiated, Anitya felt herself drift to sleep. They'd fucked almost non-stop for 24 hours, stopping only to eat and for short naps. She softly played with Sumit's hair, then fell asleep.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He gazed at her beautiful face as she slept, keeping his cock deep inside her, preventing his seed from escaping. He carefully rolled off her, turning her to her side, keeping his cock inside her. He was soft but even still his cock was thick and long enough to keep his cum locked up inside her. He held her in his arms and drifted off, their legs intertwined together and Anitya still impaled on his cock.

A few hours later Sumit woke. It was just passed 1am. He was still inside her. He gently kissed her lips and cupped her tiny breasts, fondling and rubbing her nipples. He slowly rocked back and forth. He quickly hardened to his full length and thickness. Although still sleeping, Anitya's body responded to him, her nipples hardening, her body rocking with his. Finally her eyes open. "Hey you," she said sleepily. He realized she used that phrase as a term of affection, and he loved it when she said it to him.

"Hi," he said, kissing her and rolling on top of her. He felt her legs wrap around him. He realized she still wore the pantyhose and ankle strap heels. Even her bra still hung from her arms. It got him hot and he fucked her faster. She responded to him with growing passion, and she gripped his muscular arms with her hands, digging her nails into him. He loved the feeling. Her back arched and she cried out in orgasm. He covered her lips with his, feeling her moans in his mouth. He worked her hard and long, rotating his hips, changing the angle of his cock, using all the tricks he'd learned to extend her orgasm. Finally he couldn't hold it any longer and he shot inside her, ejaculating this time 5 times inside her. He felt her body shudder as the sensation of his cum hitting her walls gave her another mini orgasm.

"You give me the best orgasms," she said softly, her eyes closing and drifting back to sleep, smiling contentedly.

Like last time, Sumit carefully rolled to the side, keeping her pussy plugged up with his cock. He woke up two hours later and did it again. "Sumit, no, I'm too tired," she whined, cranky. But soon her body responded and they slowly fucked, and he made her cum again, and he shot inside her again. "Can you help me with my bra and shoes?" she asked just before drifting off to sleep again. He took off her bra but left her shoes on, because he couldn't reach them without risking pulling out of her pussy.

Anitya woke first. It was passed 9am. Their legs were still intertwined, and he was still inside her. She looked at Sumit's face, at his muscular chest and arms. He was handsome and sexy. Ayesha was right, he was Mr. Hunk. Then she thought of Siddharth and felt guilty. Especially how they'd made fun of him the day before, without him even knowing. And she thought of how she and Sumit had fucked almost non-stop for a day and a half, and how he'd fucked her bareback for most of the time, and how he'd cum in her the last times. And then she felt again Sumits' cock inside her. Even though he was soft she still felt so full. And she thought again of how much Sumit had cum inside her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sumit opened his eyes. He smiled seeing her.

"Hey you," she said with a smile. And then she saw his smile get even bigger.

She motioned to their legs. "Have we been like this all night?" she said with a giggle.

"I guess I can't get enough of you."

She smiled at him, but then moved to disentangle their legs. He held her. "One more time?" he said hopefully.

"Sumit, I can't, I'm so sore," she said begging off.

Anitya pulled away and Sumit's shaft pulled out of her, like a long snake sliding out. It felt good and she was tempted to take Sumit up on his offer, but she had to get going. His cockhead emerged with an audible pop. She looked down at herself. Her swollen pussy lips remained gaping open. "I'm not sure Siddharth is going to like that," she joked.

"You probably won't be able to feel him in you," Sumit replied. He smiled like he was joking too, but there was an edge to his voice. Anitya decided to let it pass.

"I have to get going. Can I use your shower?"

"Why not stay longer? You said Siddharth isn't getting back until tonight?"

She shook her head. "He's not, but I have some things I have to do." She realized what she'd said came out abrupt, so she kissed him on the lips to take the edge off. She looked at her blouse and skirt. They were a mess.

Sumit read her mind. "You can wear my jersey."

She looked at it, looking doubtful. Thinking fast, she said, "Um ... I can't take that, it's too important to you." She went into the bathroom and started the shower. She hesitated. She didn't want Sumit to get in the shower with her. She really had to do something, and she wanted to get it over with. But she knew it would be rude if she locked the door, so she left the door unlocked and just tried to take a quick shower. She was happily surprised when he didn't try to join her.

She found out why when she came out with a towel around her. He stood there grinning, showing his jersey to her. He'd spent the time taking off the letters of his last name. "I figured you couldn't wear my jersey if it had my name on it."

He'd guessed her thinking. "Sumit, you're so sweet, but you shouldn't have ruined your jersey, and I really can't take it, it must be too special to you."

"Don't worry, I can always sew the letters back on, and you can give it back to me when you're done with it."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anitya was tempted. She "Okay!" she said excitedly. She dropped the towel (they'd done so much together she was no longer bashful in front of him). She pulled on her pantyhose even with the hole in it and the laddering, because it was cold outside. She pulled on the jersey, then her heels (because they were the only shoes she had). She liked the jersey, but it was so big and loose around her she was afraid a gust of wind would puff it up and show everyone her private parts. So she scanned the bedroom and saw a scarf Avani had left behind. She used it like a belt, silently promising to have it dried cleaned and return it the next time she saw Sumit. She rolled her bra, skirt and blouse into a small bundle and looked at Sumit, ready to go. "Um ... I left my car at the bar. Can you give me a ride?"

Sumit had watched Anitya get dressed. He knew she wasn't trying to dress pretty or sexy, but still she looked like she had just stepped out of the sexiest Maxim cover imaginable. Belted the way it was with the scarf, the jersey only went to her mid-thigh, and her fantastic legs looked even sexier in the laddered pantyhose. And of course he knew there was a hole in the pantyhose over her pussy with the nylon caked with his sperm and her juices. Add to that her beautiful face and long hair. His cock got hard.

Anitya saw his erection and sighed playfully. "Sumit, not now, I really have to get going," she pleaded. "Can't you – I don't know – take a cold shower or something?"

He laughed, and then pulled on some clothes. "Let's go," he said grabbing his car keys.

Anitya sat at home after getting back from the chemist (she'd gone there right after Sumit dropped her off at her car). She knew she had to do this, but she felt paralyzed. Already, so soon, again. She felt like a slut, an irresponsible wife, someone destined for hell. And what if it hurt her chances to conceive in the future? Dr Latika Khadse had said that was a possibility, they just didn't have a lot of experience with it. But she didn't have a choice. Sumit had cum so much, and she was ovulating. If she got pregnant she could lie to Siddharth, tell him it was his, but they had too many issues to work through to get pregnant now, and she wondered about how Sumit would react if he saw her pregnant. Would he claim the baby as his? She shuddered at the nightmare that would cause. So she put the morning after pill in her mouth. This time, though, she washed it down with a glass of vodka. She needed the alcohol, she was an emotional wreck. The tears came, and she curled herself in a ball. This was why she needed to leave Sumit's early. She needed to buy one of these pills and take it, and then have time to pull herself together before Siddharth got home. Because she felt so guilty she had to do something special for him, even though her heart wasn't into it.

Siddharth's plane touched down. He couldn't wait to see his wife. He hadn't spoken to her since their brief call yesterday when she'd been in the middle of fucking Sumit. He couldn't wait to sink his cock into her. He wished he'd seen her fucking Sumit, but hearing about it was something.

He turned on his phone. Although almost out of power, it beeped with a text message. It showed a picture of Anitya, her hair and makeup perfect, wearing one of his favorite outfits. The text said: "I'm at the hotel by the airport."

Siddharth's pulse quickened. It was the hotel they'd first played the game. He texted back, "I'll be right there," and then rushed to a cab.