Adultery Delhi Nights by Joe69stone

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As she started to relax again, Harinder pulled out his still hard cock and set her feet on the ground. Her breathing was labored. Her body beaded with sweat. The smell of her sex overwhelming. Harinder took her in his arms as her weak legs shuddered. He caressed her back.

"Sorry, Harinder. That was too much. And you didn't even get to -"

"It's okay, babhi."

Before he could continue, she shook her head. Then, with a smile full of promise, she dropped to her knees. Without a word, she wrapped her fingers around his still throbbing shaft and took it into her mouth. The other hand ran across his torso, tracing a trail across the sweat slicked hair and down to cup his testicles. A low rumble came from his throat. Vikram watched as his wife's head bobbed up and down his friend's shaft. Her breasts swayed as she increased her rhythm.

Her mouth slid back and forth along the shaft. Back and Forth. Back and forth.

Moving her hand from his shaft to his hip, she slowly leaned her head forward, swallowing the thick cock. Vikram watched as his wife took it all in, her face smashed against Harinder's torso. Then, she pulled back, gasping and gagging. The saliva slick cock twitched with need in front of her face. Taking a deep breath, she again leaned forward and took the engorged head into her mouth. The purple veins running along the shaft pulsated. She licked at the slit, looking up at Harinder.

It was too much for Harinder. Approaching his climax, Harinder clenched his teeth, his eyes closed, and his lion's mane of hair now in complete disarray. A grunt escaped his lips and he turned to look at Vikram for approval. Vikram merely gave one of his usual shrugs.

"Babhi! Hai, Rabba! I'm ... I'm going to come!" he said. She looked up at him with her smoky eyes and then pulled away just in time. Grabbing his cock, he aimed it toward her chest and a shot of thick cum spurted onto her. He groaned, stroking himself as he emptied his load. Semen splattered her from throat to breasts. Sonali smiled. She reached up and, pushing aside his hand, stroked the last drops out.

As Harinder moved away to collapse on his chair, Rahul passed her his undershirt to wipe away the cum from her heaving chest. The men watched an act that was lewd in its simplicity.

It was between Gaurev, Karan, and Sunil. The two brothers were in a conspiratorial conversation to the side. And, when neither of the brothers pressed their claim, Gaurev stepped forward.

"Let's get you off your knees," Gaurev said stepping forward, undoing his ponytail to let his hair fall. He took her arm and helped her stand. He led her over to the settee where he got her onto her back with her head resting on the padded armrest. Bending her knees, Sonali spread her legs. From under heavy lids, she watched a fourth man climb toward her sprawled body. She still looked hungry. Needy. A few strands of her disheveled hair stuck to her cheek while her flushed chest heaved with anticipation.

Gaurev placed one hand on the armrest behind her head to brace himself over her. He gazed down on her, admiring her body. Her full, splayed breasts with their dark, impossibly erect nipples, abdomen trembling with desire, and further down, her wet, used pussy, open and waiting for more. With his free hand, Gaurev guided his cock to her pussy lips.

Sonali purred as he rubbed the length of his shaft against her pussy. She shifted, wanting him inside her. Smiling, he resisted the urge, slowly stroking his cock along the enflamed lips. Up and down. Up and down.

"So beautiful," he sighed. Then, in one fluid motion he slid his entire length deep inside her, causing her to arch and yelp in pleasure. He braced himself with both hands. He was now leaning completely over her, looking down at her smiling face. She reached up with one hand to stroke his fine black hair, while the other went to his shoulder.

"Oh God," Sonali whimpered, her legs lifting her pussy onto his cock.

Vikram decided to move over to another chair, turning it toward the settee for a better view. He grabbed a bottle of beer from the serving table's undercarriage to soothe his lust parched throat. It was warm, but that mattered little at this point.

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"God, you are so beautiful," Gaurev repeated his compliment, watching her grind herself against his crotch. They stared into each other's eyes.

"You feel so good inside me," she purred in response.

He was slower, gentler than the others. He wanted to make it last. He pulled back, held it for a breath, and then slid his shaft back inside her.

"Oh yes," she cried, her hips matching his slow rhythm.

In and out. In and out. Slowly. Gently. He slid his hard cock into her again and again in rhythmic waves. She lay beneath him, her body responding to him; her hips rising to meet each stroke, her breasts heaving with shallow, rapid breaths.

"Yes. Yes," she moaned, turning her head to look at her audience. Her eyes were filled with that ever-present need.

Soon, Gaurev couldn't control it any longer. His strokes became faster and harder. He grunted with each pistoning motion, pushing her down into the cushions.

"So beautiful," he moaned. "Sonali."

"Fuck me, Gaurev," she whimpered, turning her face to him. Each time her ass was driven into the cushion her legs lifted it again, her hips coming up to meet his next thrust. Her fingers tensed, scratching at his shoulders. Her toes curled. Then, the tension spread through her limbs, the muscles clenching as their fucking stirred another orgasm. Her abdomen drew in as the tension spread to her torso. Her chest rose and feel, breasts swaying.

"Oh Gaurev. Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!" She grunted through a clenched jaw. Gaurev grunted in appreciation, his hips doing as she commanded. Pounding. Hammering.

"Sonali. Sonali."

To Vikram, it was odd hearing another man say his wife's name with so much need. He wondered if he said his girlfriend's name in the same way. A mischievous smile crossed his lips as he wondered what these men's wives would have thought about the night's events. He wondered if any of their wives would have been so lascivious.

"Hai, Gaurev! Hai!" Sonali cried, her body arching off the couch, shoving herself up to grind against his crotch. Her head rolled back, mouth hanging open, eyes shut. "Hai, Ram! Hai, Ram! ... Hai! ... Hai!"

As her hips made spastic humping motions in the air, her pussy spasmed around Gaurev's cock. This brought his own climax roaring ahead and he groaned as he unleashed his load of semen inside her.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" he grunted.

"Oh yes!" She cried.

It wasn't a particularly powerful orgasm and soon her quivering form began to settle down as he finished coming. His hips followed hers back down to the couch as her pussy milked the last of his seed from his softening member. They remained joined for a few moments more, Gaurev leaning over her, still staring at her. She shuddered beneath him as her body slowly recovered. He leaned down and gave her a kiss before he pulled himself up and out of her. Falling back against the opposite armrest he was unable to take his eyes of her.

She lay with one arm thrown above her head and over the armrest, the other across her abdomen. One foot dropped to the floor limply, as she stretched out her other leg to rest it on Gaurev's lap. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breaths as she stared out into the room again, eyes smiling at Vikram.

"Our turn," Sunil announced. He then turned to Vikram with a lewd expression. "But, I want to ... put it in her ass."

Vikram frowned and then looked at his wife questioningly. "Remember the rules. It's Sonali's choice. Ask her."

"Babhi?"

Sonali, still looking at Vikram, just nodded.

"I'm going to join them." Karan looked from Vikram to Sonali. "I want to have her at the same time. Sunil and I talked about it."

Vikram watched his wife as her eyes lit up. Sonali wasn't averse to anal sex. They had tried it on occasion before and once, while fucking her from behind, he had buried his fingers in her pussy. The look on her face told him that she was remembering that experience.

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While Karan lay on his back on the floor, Sunil helped Sonali off the settee. On weak legs, she stared down at Karan' hard cock rising off his pelvis with slight throbs, alive with desire. Her eyes drifted to his physique and she licked her lip. Harinder's strength and the immense size of his cock had been the allure there; with Karan it was his chiseled dancer's body.

Under Sunil's guidance and help, she straddled Karan. She leaned down to caress his abdomen. Sonali trailed her hand down, lingering on the closely trimmed pubic hair before she wrapped her fingers around his erection. He groaned as she slowly stroked it, still staring at his body.

With a hand on her shoulder, Sunil encouraged her to lean forward. As her breasts swayed tantalizing in front of Karan, he reached up to cup and fondle them before taking one into his mouth to suckle. Her nipples were hyper-sensitive now and she moaned in pleasure. Her head fell forward, hair falling to conceal her arousal.

Bent forward as she was, her pussy shined wetly between her spread legs, cum dripping from it. Sunil reveled in the sight, his hands spreading her ass cheeks and massaging them. He gathered the juices leaking from her pussy and began to lather her puckered opening. Slowly, he began to push his index finger into her hole. He continued to massage the juices into it. Sonali moaned and pushed back against him. He repeated the action with another finger.

One. Two.

Both into her pussy to collect the juices and then into her anus.

One. Two.

Stretching it. Lathering it.

"Oh," she whimpered, her hand tugging on Karan' cock.

Pulling out his fingers, Sunil stuck his thumb in her pussy. While working it around, he shifted to kneel behind her. Then, he pulled his thumb from her and pressed it into her anus. Holding it there, he then guided his cock into her pussy. With one thrust, he was completely inside her.

"Oh God," she moaned, her pussy offering little resistance against this fifth cock. The others now stood around them to watch this last performance.

With his thumb in her ass and his shaft in her sex, he rolled his hips, rubbing himself around inside her for a minute. Then, when his cock was lathered with her juices and the remnants of his friends, he pulled out and placed the head of his cock against her anus.

Sunil pressed forward.

Slowly. Gently.

Centimeter by centimeter, his cock penetrated her anus. He would hold in place for a moment, letting her relax before slowing pressing forward again.

"Hai, Sunil." She sucked in her breath as more than half his cock's length entered her ass, the dark flesh puckered around the shaft. Stopping again he paused for another moment, pulled back slightly and then pressed on until most of his shaft had disappeared into her. He braced himself with his hands on her waist. Then, he slid back. Paused. Pressed into her.

"Oh fuck," Sonali gasped, her body quivering while he held himself there, grinding his crotch against her ass. "Oh God. Oh Fuck."

"Karan," Sunil instructed.

Karan shifted and then helped her adjust before she took his cock and guided it into her pussy. She slowly slid it into her wet warmth.

"Oh God," she panted, lying between the two men, their cocks stuffing her simultaneously. Her body trembled. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.

Karan ran his hands down her sides.

Sunil allowed her a moment, then pulled his hips back, before pressing in again. He started a slow rhythm. Carefully, Sunil slowly rocked his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her ass, her muscles clinging to his thick shaft as it gradually pumped back and forth. He held onto her waist, his hands gripping her and holding her still. Beneath her, Karan began to match Sunil's rhythm, his hips lifting off the floor with each slow stroke into her pussy. His hands found her breasts as she arched off him. He kneaded the pliant mounds.

Sonali whimpered and moaned, her body quivering with the sensations. Her eyes were closed tight. The two men said nothing, concentrating on prolonging the pleasure as long as they could.

The men steadily pumped themselves into her, their pace growing little by little until they reached a comfortable cadence. At first, she didn't move much, being rhythmically penetrated by them and reveling in the sensation of their stiff cocks sliding in and out of her at once. Their repeated strokes made her body rock slightly, her hair swaying gently as her head lulled from side-to-side, eyes closed, mouth open. Her hands were set against Karan' strong chest, holding herself up as he continued molding her breasts. Gradually her body started to rock, her hips sliding her on and off their cocks as well. Finding their rhythm.

"Oh, god. Yes. Yes." Sonali panted heavily as her muscles began to quiver and tremble under her sweat-coated flesh. Her head fell forward again, hair falling down to hide her face from everyone but Karan. Her hips continued their steady rocking.

"Oh, God." Karan hissed.

As the pace of her rocking increased, she reached out with one hand and grabbed onto the leg of a chair for support. Her entire body was soon rocking back and forth, her hips jerking her partway off the pair of cocks then sliding her back onto them.

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"Vikram! Oh, god, Vikram! It feels ... Feels so good." She cried, her hair swishing with her body's action.

The two men using his wife stopped moving, holding themselves still as she rode herself on and off their cocks. Her body rolling back and forth, fucking them. Her moaning grew louder and turned into a cry as her hips push back again and again, driving herself onto their shafts.

"So, beautiful," Vikram sighed from his chair. This was far more than he had ever imagined.

She rocked back and forth. Damp hair swaying limply. Muscles tense. Back and neck arching. Her body trebled. She was whimpering with pleasure.

Then, the tension reached a tripping point and her head snapped back, neck straining as her mouth fell open. Her muscles spasmed under her glistening flesh as her orgasm exploded through her. Her hips jerked spastically on the two cocks still inside her. She was a portrait of lust and hunger.

Sunil let out a guttural growl his hips twitched, his crotch grinding against her ass. His body arched and tensed as his orgasm flooded out of his body.

"Oh God!" she screamed. The sensation of him coming in her ass sent her orgasm to new heights and her body spasmed in mid-air. Her head snapped back and forth, her hair flailing with it. Sonali continued writhing with the orgasm for what seemed an eternity, wave after wave of pleasure cascading through her.

Then it began to fade and her body softened, her muscles relaxing. Panting, she collapsed onto Karan, her breasts smashed against his body and her head coming to rest in the crook of his neck.

Sunil's now limp cock slid from her ass and he collapsed back.

Not finished himself, Karan rolled Sonali off him and onto her back. Exhausted, she simply flopped onto the carpet, her legs splayed open, her pussy enflamed. Leaning over her, Karan, thrust his cock into her pussy, pumping fast and hard. He drove her into the carpet, drawing a yelp from her. Again and again. The hunger in his pace making it obvious that he was close to coming. Beneath him, Sonali moaned and whimpered quietly, letting him use her taxed body for his pleasure. Her breasts rolled with his thrusts, her head lolling to one side, eyes closed, strands of her hair stuck to her cheek and forehead.

"Yes. Yes," Karan grunted as he pounded himself into her pussy over and over. "Yes!"

After another couple of minutes, he buried himself deep inside her and, arching his back, added his load of semen to the others.

Finished, he just as quickly moved off her and fell back on the settee with his brother.

Sighing heavily, Sonali just lay there, satiated. As everyone caught their breath, she opened her eyes to look warily around the room.

Vikram sat in his chair reveling in the evening's events and thinking about where this would lead their friendships.

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Delhi Nights Ch. 03: Catharsis 01


This is the third story in the Delhi Nights series. Though this story can be read separately, reading them in order will add more context.

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Traffic was at a near stop. Dust. Heat. Noise. On a motorcycle, within the crush of traffic, Harinder usually found riding the main streets of Delhi frustrating. It's the reason he preferred the motorcycle and left the car for Preeti. On the motorcycle, he could snake his way through the jam of cars, skirt around the congestion by taking narrow alleys. But, today, he sat on his motorcycle, nudging it forward when an opportunity arose. Too distracted to care. He had been distracted all day. Unable to concentrate on the ledgers and blue prints, he had left work early, a rarity for him.

His thoughts kept returning to Sonali. He had always been infatuated with her. All of Vikram's friends were. It wasn't just that she was beautiful. His Preeti was beautiful. Rahul's Asha was beautiful. There had always been something more to Sonali.

And then that night three weeks ago. Another match day that had turned to a lot more.

Someone honked. Another person revved a car engine. He needed to move forward. He shifted to the side, maneuvering the bike past a bus spewing its noxious diesel fumes. A scarf and sunglasses protected him from the worst of it, but he still found himself clearing a scratch in his throat.

Finding a clear channel in the packed road, he began to tail a small Maruti sedan. He felt a twinge in his loins as his mind wandered again. He remembered the contours of her body, glistening with a sheen of sweat. The way she smelled when her body clung to him. The feel of his cock in Sonali's warm, wet mouth. Harinder's cock started to engorge and he shifted himself on the motorcycle.

He loved his wife, Preeti. She was beautiful, but in a way different from Sonali. Where Sonali exuded a dark sexuality, his wife always had the lighter glow of innocent desire. As his cock began to ache in his pants, he tried to picture Preeti. Her long black hair, large, dark eyes, and full lips. Her lithe figure with taut, upturned breasts with their small pebble-like nipples. The flatness of her abdomen leading to her pinkish sex hidden beneath dark tufts.

He tried. And failed.

Preeti became Sonali. Her dark, lust filled eyes looking up at him as she swallowed his manhood. The feel of her warm, soft body against him as he cradled her in his arms and buried his shaft into her.

Another round of honking horns broke his reverie and Harinder adjusted himself again. He needed some relief. He needed to get home. Focusing on the traffic, he accelerated and began to squeeze past stopped cars and lorries, and dodged oblivious pedestrians. Finding an alley, he turned into the shortcut and took to the back lanes. His erection started to fade, but he still wanted to get home. He realized he needed Preeti. They hadn't had sex since he had returned home from Vikram's house that night. He had been too riddled with guilt and confusion.

Harinder had isolated himself from his friends as well. He hadn't returned to a game and only given cursory responses to Vikram's texts. He knew he couldn't avoid them forever, but that night had changed things. How was he supposed to just go and watch a game? Have some chai and samosas? How could he look at Sonali and not want her naked flesh against him again? He wanted to taste her. Feel his thickness inside her.

His cock started to throb again.

Why couldn't he get his friend's wife out of his mind?

His thoughts still darting between Sonali and Preeti, he pulled his motorcycle through the gates of the colony. When they had gotten married, they had purchased a large flat in the up and coming neighborhood of Noida, on the outskirts of Delhi. With an indifferent wave to the guard on duty, he parked the motorcycle next to their small Toyota. Once again adjusting himself, he grinned and headed toward their building. He bound through the lobby, his pace increasing. During the interminable elevator ride up, he felt his cock pulsating with need.

His thoughts returned to Sonali. He closed his eyes, reliving the memory. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her up. Her pliant ass in his hands as he kneaded the soft mounds. The feel of her warmth as his cock strained for relief, trapped between them. Harinder remembered how her hard nipples felt against his chest as she curled into him. The weight of her in his arms.

With a deep inhale, he remembered the smell of the Argan oil in her hair mixing with the saltiness of her sweat and the pungency of her sex. Harinder rubbed his cock as it strained against his slacks, when his memory shifted to the feel of her warm, moist pussy lips wrapping themselves around his cock as he buried himself in her.

The fantasy broke when he heard the trill of the elevator bell. He snapped his eyes open with a growl, his hand dropping to his side. He stepped out and hurried down the corridor. Reaching his flat, he quickly unlocked the door and went in. He was about to start unbuttoning his shirt and call for his wife, when he stopped.

The flat was small enough that sound carried.

And, Harinder heard moaning coming from their bedroom. Then, the rhythmic creak of a bed. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. He stood and listened, rooted in place by confusion.

The tempo of the squeaking quickened. The moaning grew louder. A squeal of delight.

His eyes wide with shock, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him as he warily walked to the bedroom. The door was open and his confusion held him in place.

He looked at Preeti's naked back, arched. Hands in her hair, like she did when she was in the throes of passion. He saw another man's hands on her hips. Hands that were steadying her as she rhythmically ground against him. Her body swayed and writhed. Harinder stood in the doorway as she put her hands on the unseen man's torso and then lowered her naked body onto him. A throaty moan escaped her lips. Now, he could see her ass slowly moving up and down. The man's hands went to her ass, pulling the cheeks apart. A dark crevice. A cock buried in his wife's pussy.

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With ragged moans, Preeti rode the man. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Harinder stood in the threshold of the bedroom. Mesmerized. Confused. He felt rage building in him as he clenched his fist. But, also something else. Arousal. As he watched his wife fucking another man, his cock was getting engorged.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

The contours of his wife's body. The perspiration glistening in the small of her back. Her pussy -- wet and warm -- swallowing a cock. As he watched the cock appear and disappear into his wife, his mind returned to that night. The look in Vikram's eyes as he had watched his wife.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

But, this wasn't Sonali. This was Preeti. Preeti was not Sonali. Then, why was his cock aching with need. Why was he standing there watching? Why wasn't he doing something?

Up. Down. Up. Down.

The bed squeaked and his wife moaned as the man's hand slid up her flanks.

Anger and desire. His teeth clenched. His cock throbbed. A maelstrom of conflicting emotions burned through his mind.

Harinder shook his head to clear his thoughts and then, purposefully strode into the room. His fists were both clenched. The two heard him come in and immediately separated. Preeti, her eyes wide with fear and horror, rolled off her lover, pulling the bedsheet to cover her naked torso. The man rose on the bed and then began to scramble up. Harinder didn't recognize him -- it was somewhat comforting. After the night at Vikram's, he had momentarily imagined it was one of his friends now taking a turn enjoying his wife.

There was no real escape for the man as the burly Harinder, eyes glinting with rage, charged him. The man collapsed into the corner. Preeti shrieked in fear as Harinder grabbed the man by the arm and yanked him up. The man cowered. One hand wrapped around his throat. The other was raised in a fist.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Preeti shivering with fear. An expression on her face he had never seen and never wanted to see again. His chest heaving with rage, he slowly unclenched his fist and lowered it.

"Get out of my house before I break you."

***

For two days, Harinder and Preeti did not see each other. She remained in the room, covered by the bedsheet. He remained in the sitting room of the flat. On the third day, he rose from the floor where he had made a makeshift bed, the sun streaming through the window eliciting a groan. He looked around the room. Two empty bottles of whiskey on the table. His stomach grumbled, reminding him that he had not eaten since he had come home and found his wife with another man. He stood up and rubbed his weary face. His teeth were coated with a film that made him frown. His clothes and turban were in a crumpled pile on the settee. Moving them aside, he found his dead cellphone. He had a disjointed recollection of the phone ringing and irritating message tones.

Harinder turned around to look at the bedroom door and sighed. His anger had long subsided, but his shame had not. His wife in bed with another man. In their bed with another man. Her moaning played through his mind again and again. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

And, his rage. A deep, primal rage. He had not merely wanted to hit the man. He had wanted to destroy him. Break him.

And, his arousal. The desire that had burned in him at the sight of his wife with another man. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Harinder shook his head to clear his thoughts only to have Sonali float back into his mind. He found himself choking on his own hypocrisy. He demanded loyalty from Preeti. Where had his been that night? Had he not sworn the same wedding vows?

That's what one voice in his mind told him. But a deeper, darker voice said other things. Preeti was not Sonali. She was his Preeti. Sweet, innocent Preeti. Maybe it had all been a façade. Behind those twinkling eyes and easy laughter, a deep lust that he had never recognized. Desires that she had never voiced to him. Perhaps she had never been satisfied with him? Perhaps, she had never even loved him?

Again, Sonali.

Wearing only his underwear, Harinder walked to the window and looked out at the park in the distance. He ran fingers through his long, open hair, no longer sure of himself. His marriage. He watched as a yoga group practiced in the park. A couple jogged along a sun dappled trail.

And, beyond that the football field. A match was starting. A team in red started against a team in blue. As he continued to watch, his thoughts inevitably returned to the night at Vikram's house. Even with everything going on, his thoughts kept coming back to Sonali. A heaving chest glistening with sweat. The feel of her hard, thick nipples under his fingers. The fullness of her lips. Her mouth around his cock.

He turned away from the window. And found Preeti standing at the threshold of the bedroom door. Her head was bowed, tear-reddened eyes downcast, and hair falling forward to partially hide her face. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths. When she raised her head to look at him, he thought she was going to speak. Then, without saying a word, she turned and went back into the bedroom.

Harinder stood for a moment and then followed her. She was laying on the bed on her side, the sheet pulled up to her shoulders. Her hair hid her face. He knelt by the bed and reached to brush her hair away from her face. She froze and shifted back. Her face was a mask of abject fear.

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"Preeti?" He whispered. Harinder leaned down and brushed away her face to look at her. She didn't meet his eyes even when he caressed her cheek. He kept his hand on her face until she looked up at him.

His heart skipped. After everything, he knew he still loved her. His beautiful, sweet Preeti. Whatever had happened. He had to forgive. And, eventually, he would try to forget.

He lifted his wife to a sitting position and placed his finger under her chin, lifting her head until she looked at him.

"I love you. No matter what. I always will. I know I scared you. I was ... I was angry."

A dark voice asked him why he was the one doing the apologizing. She was the one who had cheated on him. She was the one caught fucking another man in his bed. He thrust those thoughts back. That voice was so quick to forget what he had done that night. He was in no place to judge his wife. Not anymore.

Brushing back her hair, he kissed her forehead. As she began to cry, he pulled her toward him. Her body heaved with sobs. He felt her tears on his bare chest.

"Come on," he said, lifting her up. They would talk about it, years later. Then, she would tell him the man was her distant cousin -- someone she had once loved and, feeling lonely, had thought to rekindle that feeling. She had slept with him once before the day he had caught them.

Now, while she still clung to him, her sobs of fear and shame subsiding, he led her to the washroom. He looked at her and made a feeble attempt at a smile. She continued to look down until he again pulled her head up.

"I ... I'm so ... so, sorry." She whispered, barely audible. "I love you. Please, don't make me go."

He took her face in his hands, looked down at her and then, as her lip started to quiver, he quieted her with kisses. Harinder tasted the saltiness of her tear-marked cheeks. Her soft lips. At first, she did not move, just accepting his kisses without response. Slowly, the tension in her body left and she began to meet him with her own lips. He put his hands on her back and pulled her into him. Wrapping her arms around him, Preeti pulled herself tighter into him, until she was clinging to him.

They stood holding onto each other for long minutes, before he pulled away from her. "Let's get cleaned up."

After leading her to the washroom, Harinder began to undo the buttons of her night suit. One. Two. Three. She looked up at him. Her chest heaved. Four. Five. Six. The pajama top fell open to reveal her light brown skin. Harinder felt his member wake.

Placing his hand on her chest, he trailed it down to her navel. She closed her eyes and shuddered. His cock twitched.

Taking the lapels of her shirt, he slowly peeled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"Everything is okay," He said quietly, looking at his naked wife. "It's okay."

He trailed the back of his hand along her sides to the swell of her high, round breast. The breast was firm under satin-like flesh. Her nipples, modestly small, hardened to pebbles against subtle areolas.

She inhaled.

His cock twitched.

"Its okay. Everything is okay." He leaned down to kiss her again, his hand dropping down to her waist, his thumbs hooking in the waistband of her pajama bottoms as he peeled them down. She breathed into his mouth, her tongue hesitantly flicking forward into his mouth as his hands moved to rest on the small of her back. He pulled her into him, his heavy member now rubbed against her pelvis as her breasts crushed against his hairy chest.

He cradled her in his arms, breathing in her scent, caressing her back, running his fingers through her black hair. He didn't know how long they stood there like that, but eventually he stepped back and led her into the tub-less shower. He turned the tap on and then removed his own underwear. His cock sprang free, hanging down heavily in a state of semi-arousal. Looking down, tentative and unsure of herself, Preeti ran her hand along its underside. Harinder moaned and blood coursed through the veins, slowly hardening his cock.

Moments later, the two of them were entwined in each other arms under the beating hot water. He bathed her first. Lathering her hair with a shampoo that smelled of jasmine; then, a sandalwood soap to wash her back. His hands drifted to cup and massage her bottom, before his hands moved up her sides. She shivered under his touch. He covered her arms and then each hand, finger by finger, prolonging the time the were under the water. When his hands went to her shoulders and then down her chest to add the lather to her breasts, she mewed and arched up on her toes. She ran her fingers around his back, losing them in the thick fall of his own long hair. His cock was now erect -- the massive shaft iron hard, the foreskin retracted to reveal the bulbous, purple head.

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She said his name, repeating it like a mantra, as he began to gently knead her breasts, water trickling between his fingers, leaving rivulets of soap behind. She pulled him toward her and their mouths found each other. Her warm mouth and the hot water. Harinder felt like he was drowning in her. She reached between them to take his cock in her hands, slowly stroking it. He felt her fingers trace the blood engorged veins.

Gasping for air, they separated. He looked down at her. Wet strands of hair framed her soft, delicate face as little streams of water traced its lines and curves. He brushed her lips with his thumb and she closed her eyes, taking it into her mouth, sucking on it.

Then, she shifted around so he was under the shower. He knelt before her so she could shampoo his hair. Harinder used one hand to caress the small of her back, hot water cascading down her spine, over his fingers and into the crack of her ass. With his other hand, he caressed her taut flank. He could smell her pungent sex now and watched as water flowed over her trimmed pubic hair to stream between the creases of her sex and down her legs.

Harinder leaned forward and rested his head against her flat belly as she kneaded his hair. He remained there, smelling her. His cock aching. He couldn't help thinking back to Sonali. Her smell had been the pungent, muskiness of a hot, sweltering night; Preeti smelled delicate, a soft sweetness. He wanted to taste her.

When she was done with his hair, she tried to lift him, but he remained where he was and pulled her close to him. She shuddered when he put his mouth between her legs. A moan escaped her lips. She opened her legs for him and wrapped her hands around his head, sheltering him from the water as his tongue lapped at her pussy. He slurped her wetness -- a mingling of her juices with the hot water. He clenched her hips as her legs quivered.

"Ahhh." She moaned. He found her swollen clit and his tongue darted across it. A squeal and writhing. Another dart. A shiver as she buried her fingers in his cascading hair. His hands moved to her ass cheeks, pulling at them. Kneading them. Pulling her pussy toward his mouth. His tongue lashed at the soft lips, found the nub of her clit. And each movement of his tongue -- into her pussy, licking her clit and back again -- made Preeti shudder and whimper.

"Please." She pleaded. "I want you."

He ignored her, burying his mouth in her cunt. His tongue diving deep to lick the hot, slick folds.

"Please, Harinder. Show me you still love me. Please. I need you."

A dark voice came to him -- No.

She shivered in his arms, barely standing on quivering legs as he ate at her pussy, grinding his mouth into her. His tongue vibrated over her swollen clit. Faster and Faster. Her shuddering turned to writhing as she curled down over him. Faster. Faster. Moaning turned to panting. And then, her body locked, her arms around his head, crushing him.

He couldn't breathe. His face buried in her hot, throbbing cunt. Water and her juices everywhere. Her body spasmed. Once. Twice. And, then he felt her go limp and weak. He didn't let her go until after a moment of aftershocks swept through her.

Then, slowly, Harinder pulled away and looked up at his wife. Her face was flush and her chest heaved with every ragged breath. Nipples rock hard. She just said his name as she collapsed to the tile floor of the shower and leaned her head back against the wall.

He moved to her and pulled her into his arms as he settled alongside her. The water, having gotten cold, poured over them, cooling the heat that was burning through him. His massive cock was still erect, engorged veins feeding the bulbous head. It throbbed with anger, wanting release. Harinder looked at Preeti as her ragged breathing settled, the orgasmic high ebbing.

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Harinder wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke. Preeti's eyes, fear and shame replaced with her own need, bore into him. She moved her hand down his chest and then to his cock. Never breaking eye contact, she pulled his hand away. Her long, soft fingers replaced his on the heavy shaft. Her touch was gentle as she tentatively began to stroke him. The water, getting colder, cascade over her following the contours of her body in hundreds of little streams and rivulets.

When she shivered, he reached over and turned the tap. Except for his heavy breaths and the sporadic dripping of residual water, silence pervaded the washroom. The husband and wife stared at each for interminable moments. Her hand still stroking him.

Then, Preeti moved so she could take his cock in her mouth. With a glance at him, she gingerly touched her lips to his cock head. When he groaned in response, she clenched his cock tighter and flicked out her tongue to lick the underside of the purple head. With a guttural moan from deep within a chest heavy with need, he placed his hand on Preeti's head, caressing her.

She took the engorged head into her mouth, lips slowly wrapping around the shaft. Her tongue cradled the head in her mouth. Her tongue twirled and flicked. Licked at the opening. Her free hand went to cup his loaded balls, cradling the sack with just enough pressure to make him clench. Then, she trailed her fingers back along the line of soft leathery skin beyond. As her lips and tongue caressed and tickled his bulbous cockhead, her finger caressed the space beneath him where his legs joined.

Sonali knew how to please men. Preeti knew how to please him. Harinder inhaled deeply and let out a growl of pleasure that seemed to erupt out of a deep ache inside him.

He looked down at her and she raised her large, brown eyes to him. Her hands shifted, moving to his hips and then around to his chest. He clenched as she raked her nails down to his thighs. He applied the gentlest of pressure on her head and she understood. She opened her mouth a fraction. Her hot breath warmed the length of his shaft as if readying it for the wet furnace of her mouth. Her tongue cradled the underside of his shaft as she slowly slid her mouth down its length. Taking it in, centimeter by centimeter. The head filled her mouth. Her tongue trailed along an engorged vein. Harinder watched as his wife swallowed the length of his cock.

And, then, just as slowly as she had taken it in, she drew back. Centimeter by centimeter, leaving a trail of spit that cooled in the air. Another intake of air and she paused to hold his head in her mouth. The tongue licking at his slit, tasting the slowly leaking pre-cum. The sensation was exquisite and he sighed in pleasure.

She again slowly swallowed his shaft. Not as deep this time, but faster. And, then again and again. Slowly building up a quick rhythm. He began to move his hips with her, his fingers in her hair. He closed his eyes, the sensations overwhelming him.

With eyes closed, his mind again started to wander. Preeti's large brown eyes. Sonali's sultry, khol-blackened ones. He inhaled. The fresh, wildflower scent of Preeti. The raw and heady essence of Sonali. He remembered how Sonali had taken him in her mouth. Fucked him with her mouth.

Then, dark unbidden thoughts came. Preeti with her lover. Another man's cock in his wife's mouth.

Rage mixed with lust to turn to another bout of confusion.

Harinder opened his eyes as he felt his wife's hands dig into his chest. His cock was buried in her mouth, the glans against the back of her throat. Looking down, he pulled out and then pushed back again.

She whimpered, her hands moving down his flank. A slow slide out and then a pistoning of the hips. His hands around her head, he fucked her mouth.

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His body began to tense, a hot pressure building in his torso. He clenched his jaws as he tried to keep the impending eruption under control, prolonging the sensation. Holding on to the ache.

Up.

Down.

Preeti's nails dug into his hips. His legs hardened with the pent-up energy.

Up.

Down.

A low growl from deep within became a grunt.

Up.

Down.

His back arched and the pressure took his breath away as he tensed for the last time. He felt Preeti try to pull her head away. For a moment he held her in place. She had never swallowed his cum before.

He wanted her to.

He wanted to make her.

His muscles ached. He choked on the pressure.

He couldn't.

He let go of her head and she released his engorged mass from her mouth. She looked up at him. Fear and desire in her eyes. Her chest heaving with each breath

"Preeti." He croaked as his ache erupted. A thick spurt of cum splashed onto her chest. An aftershock released another lighter spray. And, then, a third. Though the pressure began to subside, his cock remained turgid even as he collapsed back against the wall.

Preeti came to him, rested her head on his heaving chest. He pulled her into his arms, cradling her.

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Delhi Nights Ch. 04: Catharsis 02

Harinder blinked as he slowly awoke, running a hand over his face as daylight filtered through the bedroom door. Stretching his other hand, he felt the soft warmth of a naked hip. Still not completely awake, his hand drift up and over the cool pliant mound of an ass cheek.

He felt Preeti's skin in a half dream. She had finally come back. A soft moan from the woman and his mind began to clear as his senses took more of the room and the woman next to him. She shifted her leg as his hand molded the flesh. Another moan. Then a whimper.

Harinder turned his head to look at the woman, as the fog of sleep dissipated from his mind. Not Preeti.

Sonali.

Another moan. Sonali slowly blinked and then opened her eyes. Smiling, she put her hand on his chest and gently ran her fingers through the mat of chest hair. The sheet had shifted down to the small of her back. The light from the other room washed over her skin, creating a chiaroscuro of every swell and dip of light brown skin. His mind locked on the delicate curve of her jawline. Such simple perfection.

Her hand drifted down to his abdomen, caressing the slope that led to his manhood, which was thickening. When a finger brushed against his cock, it twitched.

"You didn't get enough last night?" She whispered. Her warm breath on his cheek reminded him of honey and cardamom.

Last night. Harinder remembered last night.

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Preeti had gone to visit her family.

Days of awkward silences and fruitless attempts at idle chatter had become an oppressive weight. They had tried to sleep in the same bed for a couple of nights, but that had proven to be a mistake and he had eventually returned to sleeping on the floor in the sitting room. A simple walk in the park had been mentally exhausting. They had decided a break would help them both. Harinder had offered to go to a hotel, but she had decided to go to her parent's house in Rohtak.

Her absence hadn't lifted any of the weight. The flat, once seemingly too big for just the two of them, became claustrophobic - anger and guilt becoming physical presences in the space she had left behind. He stayed home from work, filling his time with pointless tasks during the day, and drinking to help him sleep at night.

It was on the fifth day of Preeti's absence that Vikram and Sonali came to his house. It began with a phone call. Guilt and anger had made him avoid them, ignoring Vikram's texts and letting his calls go to voicemail. Harinder couldn't remember what had made him answer it this time.

"Hello, Babhi."

"Harinder!" Sonali's tone told him she was shocked he had answered. She stumbled on the other side of the line. "Uh ... How are you? Where have you been? Are you okay?"

"Preeti has been cheating on me." The words came out of him without preamble. It was the first time he had said them aloud. He hadn't meant to say them, but now that they were out, the pressure on his chest eased.

There was silence on the other side of the line.

"I said - "

"No. I ... I heard you." Sonali said. "Is that why you've been away? Why you never came back after ... well, after ..."

The sensations of that night came flooding back to Harinder. Sonali's brown skin glistening. The smell of sweat and sex. Her slick warmth swallowing his cock. He felt his manhood stir. Even with everything going on with his wife, Sonali managed a response from him.

"Well ... I ... yes. I ... I don't know."

"Where are you now? Where's Preeti?"

"Home. Preeti ... She went to Rohtak. She's went to her parent's house."

"Did you kick her out?" For the first time, Harinder heard a shift in Sonali's tone. Sympathy mixed with something else - anger.

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'No. No." He answered quickly. "We ... we needed some time."

"When will she be back?"

"I don't know." There was a moment of silence on the other side.

"We're coming over."

"No, Babhi. You don't need - "

"Harinder. We're coming over." She interrupted with a tone that said she was not going to be dissuaded. "I'd ask you to come here, but I can tell you've been drinking."

"Okay. Okay. I'll see you soon."

Vikram and Sonali arrived a couple of hours later, giving him time to clean the flat to some degree of respectability. They had even stopped to pick up some food and drinks. Vikram looked grim as he stepped in, giving his friend a long hug. Sonali stepped in after and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Both were dressed casually in lights linens against the oppressive heat. The thin fabric did little to hide Sonali's pink bra beneath and Harinder's eyes lingered on her as she continued into the flat. When his cock twitched at the sway of her ass, he cursed himself.

What was wrong with him? His wife had fled. His friends were here to sympathize and support him and he was getting aroused. Maybe Preeti had been right to leave him. The deep shame at his hypocrisy quickly doused his ardor.

Harinder hadn't realized he was so hungry, but his stomach churned when Vikram began to set the food on the kitchen counter, the aroma of hot curries filling the room. The meal was accompanied with idle chatter and workplace gossip. The conversation turned to Sonali tutoring a neighbor's son. The boy was had just turned 18 years old and was preparing for his higher secondary exams. Harinder imagined what if would be like to have been tutored by Sonali.

"He's lucky. I wish I had tutors as pretty as you." He smiled, between a bite of food. It was good to be with them. A break from his inner turmoil.

"Yeah. He seems to be liking it. Going over his maths twice a week." Vikram replied, winking at Sonali.

Eventually, as the meal came to an end and they started clearing away the plates, Harinder knew he couldn't avoid the inevitable. He offered to make some tea. Using the task to keep him focused, Harinder told them everything that had happened since he had last seen them.

"Did you tell her about that night?" Vikram asked as they all gathered in the sitting room with their cups. Sonali nestled into the corner of the settee with her husband. Harinder sat across from them, barely aware of the steaming tea in his hand.

"No."

"You know," Sonali looked at Harinder over the lip of her cup, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You cheated on her, too."

Unable to say anything, Harinder just nodded, too distressed to accept her attempt at easing the tension. Sonali sighed before continuing, "That's the problem. You see it it as cheating. A person can only be faithless if your love is conditional."

"Wait. I -"

"Do you love her less because you fucked me?" Sonali put down the cup of tea and leaned forward, staring at him.

"No." Harinder answered quickly. Perhaps too quickly and Sonali quirked an eyebrow at him.

"You think I love Vikram less because I fucked you?" Her eyes bore into him now. "Because I fucked his friends?"

Another shake of the head as he looked at Vikram. From the look on his friend's face, it was clear he was enjoying his wife pressing him.

"But, if she fucks someone, she loves you less?"

Harinder shook his head, "Of course not!"

"She's betrayed you?"

"I ... I don't -"

"I know Vikram loves me." Sonali leaned back into her husband and rested her hand on his thigh. "Unconditionally. I love him unconditionally. That's why what we did wasn't cheating. We fulfill each other's desires and fantasies. It makes our marriage stronger."

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Harinder looked from Sonali to Preeti. He remembered that night at their house. The looks Sonali and Vikram had shared. The need and desire in both their eyes.

"You know why you're mad, yaar?" Vikram interjected with a grin before Harinder could reply. He blew on his tea and took a sip before continuing. "Because you liked watching Preeti with him."

"Come on -"

"You're not mad at Preeti. You're mad at yourself. You liked watching her and you don't know what to do about it."

Harinder knew Vikram was right. He had known since he had first seen Preeti with the other man. Even now his cock twitched as the image flashed back to him - his wife writhing on the man's cock, moaning with pleasure. He looked at Vikram and Sonali. Both shared the same knowing smile.

He finally took a sip of his tea, ignoring the tepid flavor. His mind played with memories and fantasies. In the humid Delhi summers, Preeti would dress in thin, clingy clothes and his cock always stirred at the thought of men looking at her. He remembered convincing her to go without a bra one day, enjoying how her hard nipples were on display for other men. Then, he had thought it was merely the pleasure of knowing that men wanted his wife. Now, he knew it was more. He remembered the image of his wife being ravished by a stranger behind some stall.

"Did you like it?" Sonali asked, breaking his reverie. In his mind, he saw Preeti rising and falling on her lover's cock. He remembered the sound of her moans. He met Sonali's eyes.

"I did."

Saying the words gave them truth and weight. It counterbalanced his guilt and shame. Harinder stared at his friends. He repeated the words, "I did. I liked watching them."

"Listen, yaar. What Preeti did is nothing. You did the same. Now, you have to decide. Either you see this as an opportunity or a problem. This is a chance to bring your marriage to life or to kill it! "

Harinder nodded,.They had both wanted what happened that night. Vikram had enjoyed watching his wife with all his friends. She had enjoyed being watched. And, here they were, their love obvious. To Harinder, it seemed so easy for them. Was he supposed to tell Preeti he liked her fucking another man? That he had fucked Sonali?

"But, how do I make it okay with her."

"You can't control that. You can just make it okay with you."

Harinder exhaled and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pressure ease on his chest.

As they finished their tea, the conversation shifted to more mundane talk until it was time for his friends to leave. As he stood,Vikram suggested Sonali keep Harinder company. Harinder tried to protest, but it was to no avail. When Vikram left, his wife stayed.

"Well ..." Harinder said, looking at the woman standing in front of him after they had said their goodbyes to her husband. Unbidden memories of that night came to him. Her body writhing against him. The feel of her sweat slick flesh. The smell of her sex. His cock began to stiffen in his pants as his eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts.

"Do you think you could find me something comfortable to wear?" She asked, drawing his attention back to her eyes. She had a mischievous smile on her face. "Can't really sleep in these."

With a nod, he went into the bedroom. Sonali was taller and with far more curves than his petite wife. He rummaged through Preeti's clothes, discarding nearly everything. His hands fell on a revealing camisole he had bought for her as an anniversary present. Harinder held it in his hand, his mind flitting between the memory of Preeti wearing it and imagining Sonali in it. He cleared his head and tossed it aside. Eventually, he found a set of pajamas that belonged to his sister-in-law buried in the corner. Preeti's older sister sometimes came to visit and had probably left it there on her last trip.

"This should fit. It's preeti's sister's stuff." Harinder handed the folded clothes to Sonali before continuing. "I'm going to change, too."

A few minutes later, the two had collapsed onto the settee and turned on the television. An old black and white Bollywood movie was playing. Neither said anything as Sonali cradled herself into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her. A breast, warm and soft, pressed against him. He breathed in the scent of her hair - argan oil and something fruity. His cock stirred, its enlarging girth becoming visible against the light cloth of his pajamas.

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Sonali, still looking at the television, shifted her hand to lay it on his erection. She caressed gently and a moan escaped his lips. Sonali leaned up to him and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek. They continued to watch the movie, her hand resting on his cock. She petted it absently, as if caressing the cock of her husband's friend was nothing extraordinary.

A moan escaped his lips and she gave his cock a squeeze. She turned her head and kissed him on the neck. Still holding his manhood in her hand, she shifted to look at him with smokey brown eyes before kissing his lips. She lingered on his mouth.

"She'll come back." Sonali breathed into his mouth between her soft, light kisses. "Until then, I'm here."

Sonali rose to straddle him, the movie forgotten. She cradled his face in her hands, fingering running through his heavy beard. She continued to kiss him. On his lips. His cheeks. His eyes. Then, she pulled back to look at him and the two stared at each other. For a moment, Harinder lost himself in those deep, dark eyes. He traced the lines of her face. Deliberated on every fine crease of her parted lips. He remained still, devouring her with his eyes, as she reached up and removed his turban. He didn't move when she loosened his hair and let it fall around him. She entwined her fingers in his thick mane, massaging his scalp. His hands went to her waist.

Harinder's cock throbbed in his pajamas, straining for release.

Sonali quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open to reveal his hairy torso. Harinder sighed and closed his eyes as Sonali put her lips to his shoulder and trailed kisses down to his chest. He inhaled when she flicked a nipple with her tongue. The throbbing became an ache as blood pumped through his veins to engorge his massive cock.

"Sonali." He moaned. He wanted to adjust himself, but she had pushed him back and was leaning on him. He knew she could feel his throbbing mass through the layer of clothes.

She moved to the other nipple as she peeled off his shirt. Her fingers made a path down his abdomen that was followed by her lips. Drawing deep breaths, Harinder caressed her.

Sonali's hands were now on his pajamas. As she continued to kiss his torso, she quickly tugged open the draw string and her hand slipped into the waistband. Harinder lifted his hips to help her and she pulled down his pajamas and underwear in a quick tug. His cock, engorged with need, sprang free. The bulbous, purple-hued head glistened with precum. Harinder moaned in relief.

His friend's wife didn't hesitate. As Harinder looked down at the woman now kneeling between his legs, she ran her tongue along the length of his dark cock. She traced the veins pumping blood into the glistening head. First on one side and then the other. The sensation was exquisite and Harinder growled with pleasure. One hand went to cup his testicles, eliciting another moan as she gently caressed them. With the other hand, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and peeled back the foreskin. Her tongue darted forward to flick at the frenulum.

Sonali's breath was warm on his glans. Harinder bucked when she wrapped her lips around the bulbous head and used her tongue to lick at the slit.

His legs tensed and he moaned as her mouth suckled on his cock, her tongue swirling around the cockhead. Her eyes, dark and hungry, looked up at him. The sight made him convulse. Then, when he thought he couldn't handle much more, she began to swallow his length. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter she slid her mouth down his throbbing erection. He felt the veins pulsating in the wet warmth of her mouth. Wanting to hold on to the sensation, he dared not move.

Then, just as slowly, her mouth slid up and off his cock. He watched as the head popped out of her mouth, a lingering thread of spit connecting him to her. She wiped it away before again taking it in her mouth. Another slow slide down and back up along the length of his shaft.

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Harinder growled in pleasure as her head began to slowly bob up and down. He entwined his fingers in her hair. Up and down. Up and down. He felt the pressure building deep inside him and he let out a long, low moan. Then, she released his cock. Her eyes had the same heavy-lidded need that had overcome her that night. His cock, now ramrod straight in the air, twitched at the sight.

"Sonali." The word came out like a mantra. "Hai Rabba, Sonali."

"Undress me," Sonali said, drawing his hands to her top. Harinder gingerly worked his way down her shirt, button by button, slowly revealing the soft brown skin. He peeled the shirt off her shoulders. He had seen her naked before, but his breath caught as he looked at her. Her bra, a rose pink, was so low cut that it revealed an alluring expanse of flesh. Her thick nipples, already hard, pushed against the thin fabric. From there, a flat, toned belly.

Sonali reached behind her and unclasp the bra, letting it slide down her arms before dropping it on the floor.

He had her to himself tonight and he drank her in. He lingered on the shape of her widely spaced breasts - full, firm, and high with rounded undersides, the slope of her breasts ended in dark aerolas and taut nipples. Harinder cupped a soft breast in each hand, thumbs coming to rest on her nipples.

A soft purr escaped her lips as he rubbed the nipples with his thumbs. They became unimaginably hard under his touch. She closed her hands over his and encouraged him to squeeze harder. He obliged, kneading the pliant flesh. Her purr turned to a deep moan.

Harinder moved to the edge of the settee and pulled Sonali to him to take a breast in his mouth. He tasted saltiness of her skin. His tongue flicked the rock hard nipple. Sonali moaned. Her hands were now in his hair, pulling him into her.

He bit her nipple. She squealed in pleasure.

His tongue lapped at her breast.

Another flick.

Flick.

Flick.

She was moaning louder now and he moved his hand down her abdomen.

He tugged open the drawstring of her pajama. Instead of pulling it down, he slid his hand under the waist band, surprised to find there was no panty between his hand and her wet pussy. Sonali moaned as he caressed her wet folds. He lathered his fingers with her juices, massaged the yielding flesh, found the nub of her sex.

Her body shuddered.

He turned his attention to the other breast. Suckling. Biting. Flicking.

He slid two fingers into the wet warmth of her pussy and she arched in response. Her hands on his head forced his mouth to swallow her breast. His breathing became ragged as he teased the engorged nipple.

"Hai, Ram!" She quivered, her legs tensing as his fingers slid in and out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Her fingers raked his back when his thumb pressed her clit. Another shudder. Her nails dug into his flesh. She grunted and moaned, her body arched. His fingers pistoned her cunt, while his thumb rubbed against her clit. He drew back from her heaving chest to look at her. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open as she drew in quick breaths. She had a scent all her own - a mingling of sex and sweat, of argan oil and sweet fruit. He breathed her in.

His fingers kept up their rhythmic stroking.

Harinder felt her legs stiffen. She clenched at his shoulders, her back arching. She grunted his name as the orgasm began to wrack her. It began as a knot of need that unraveled throughout her body, traveling along her nerves in waves of spasming muscles.

When her legs gave way, Harinder pulled her close to him, steadying her. Her body, slick with sweat, collapsed against him. She nuzzled his neck as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of her pajama, sliding them down with one tug. She shifted, letting him undress her completely.

She found his mouth again, kissing him hard, her breath ragged as tongues darted against each other. He kneaded her buttocks. Squeezing. Pulling apart. Finding the dark space between. A finger teasing her nether hole.

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Then, he moved back onto the settee, lifting her up along with him. She spread her legs to straddle him. Their kiss was long and hard - a hungry kiss. Darting tongues. Panting breath. One hand went to a pliant breast, kneading and molding it, palm scouring the erect nipple. The other went to the small of her back, drawing her closer.

Sonali's pussy - wet and burning - was against his erection. She pushed down against him, fitting the girth of his shaft against the groove of her lips. She slid her pussy along it's length, moaning into his mouth. At the end of her stroke, she ground her hard clit against the engorged head.

"Stay there," he growled. "Just like that."

Sonali bit his lower lip. Harinder winced, a hand now sliding up and down the hollow of her spine. He pulled her into him. Her breasts crushed against his chest, their sweat mingling. She dragged her engorged nipples against his chest with a soft moan.

"I want you inside me," Sonali whispered, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his cock, guiding the bulbous head to her moist opening. His thickness spread her pussy lips. She lingered for a moment, the head at the threshold, before she speared herself on him. Harinder sighed with pleasure.

Sonali groaned as he filled her. She pulled away from him to look into his eyes. The fingers of one hand trailed through his beard and then made their way into his hair. They remained like that for a moment - his cock buried deep insider her, their eyes locked on each other. She was so close to him that with every shallow exhalation of her cardamom scented breath, he felt her warm breath on his lips. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she shifted away, eyes still locked with his.

"I want to look at you while you fuck me." She whispered.

"Sonali."

Sonali spread her legs to better straddle him. She moaned as he gently began to shift his hips, his cock sliding partly out of her only to gently glide back in. He put his hands on her ass, guiding her down as she thrust up.

They established a slow, steady rhythm, prolonging the pleasure. Each stroke elicited a groan. Harinder moved his hands to cup her face, looking into her eyes. Diving deeper into her dark eyes with each stroke.

Soon, it became too much and Sonali began to grind into him with each thrust. Her chest heaved as the breasts swayed. Her nipples were dark and taut against the glistening skin. Harinder watched as sonali arched back, eyes closing. Steadied by his hands on her hips, she began to grind against him, his cock buried to the hilt into her.

She moved his hands to her breasts and held them there, encouraging him to squeeze and tweak. Her rhythm became faster as she pistoned up and down his shaft. She was grunting with each stroke.

Up and down. Up and down.

Harinder felt her legs tense as her orgasm started to build.

Up and down. Faster. Faster.

She was mewling in pleasure. Her back arched.

She stopped pumping and pushed down on him. She ground against his pelvis. Cock buried to the hilt in her convulsing pussy.

"Harinder!" She froze as she panted his name. "Harinder!"

He moved his hands to her lower back as she bent back, her neck straining with the orgasm tearing through her. Her chest was flushed, the nipples impossibly engorged. As she spasmed with aftershocks, he felt his own tension building from deep within.

"Sonali." He grunted, thrusting up against her. She ground into him, her hands in her hair, eyes closed, mouth agape. She was pure lust and for Harinder, it was too much. He thrust again, wanting to bury himself inside her. To be swallowed by that wet, hot cunt.

He lifted up off the settee, wrapped his arms around Sonali's waist. He grunted as his orgasm erupted into her. Just as her body was settling, he filled her with his seed in one long convulsion that made his legs ache.

Sonali fell into his arms and the two lay together, panting, his softening cock still inside her.

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"Remember, what we talked about last night." Sonali whispered, opening her eyes to look at him. "Jealous is the only thing that can destroy you. Don't let it. There is more than enough love to share."

Harinder was fully awake, the memory washed away by other, real sensations. He let out a low moan as Sonali began to stroke him, gently peeling back the foreskin to reveal the purple, bulbous glans that she had spent so much time enjoying last night.

"But, what if Preeti doesn't understand? What if -" He began, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensations her fingers were creating on his manhood.

"Why don't you ask her?"

Her hand stopped and he felt her rise slightly on the bed. His heart skipped a beat as he heard her words again in his head -"Why don't you ask her?"

Harinder's eyes popped open and the notion of time took on a new meaning. Preeti was standing in the doorway to the bedroom. The same way he had been standing a week earlier.

To be continued ...

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Delhi Nights Ch. 05: Catharsis 03


This is third part of a three-part story Catharsis. You will need to read the first two parts for this to make sense. In addition, the Catharsis trilogy is part of a longer set of related stories – Delhi Nights. Catharsis is a stand-alone story, but you will probably get more out of it, if you have read the prior Delhi Nights Stories.

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The moment was surreal. Harinder was laying in his bed, his cock stroked by his friend's wife, while their respective spouses stood at the threshold of the bedroom watching. Strangely, for a moment, Harinder's eyes focused on the small suitcase Vikram had in his hand – his wife's small red suitcase. The suitcase she had taken with her after he had caught her fucking another man in this same bed. Now, his friend had brought her home.

"Harinder." Preeti's voice was soft. His cock should have also gone soft. Embarrassment and shame overcoming any ardor. It didn't. His cock throbbed, almost feeling heavier, in Sonali's hands as he looked at his wife. That moment of fear washed away immediately by the pleasure of being caught. A sense of revenge? Wanting her to feel what he felt when he had caught her with another man? No. It wasn't that. It wasn't jealousy. Hope, then? Maybe she would feel the same lust and need that he had felt when he had seen her with another man?

He turned his attention from the suitcase to Preeti. She was watching as Sonali continued to stroke his cock. Her face was expressionless and she seemed rooted to the spot. Then, Vikram placed his hand on her shoulder. That seemed to break the spell. With a quick glance to Vikram, she stepped into the room.

"He told me everything." She said, her tone remaining flat, hesitant. Vikram had come to stand closer to Preeti, hand wrapping around her waist as if in support.

"Preeti, I – "

Before Harinder could continue, Sonali interrupted, now sitting up, her hand still on his cock, the strokes almost absent-minded. "So, you know everything?"

Preeti nodded.

"About that night?"

Another nod. Her eyes were on Sonali's hand as it massaged her husband's heavy cock. A dark, veined shaft in her fair hands. Harinder moaned as Sonali's stroke peeled back the foreskin to reveal his glistening head before hiding it again.

"You know Harinder loves you?"

Preeti nodded in rhythm to another stroke.

"And, you love him?"

Another nod. Another stroke. Harinder's cock was pulsating in Sonali's hand, the head engorged and leaking precum. His breathing became shallow with pent up need.

"Then, what else do you have to say?" Sonali smiled and put a hand out to Preeti, "Come here and show him."

"Go ahead." Vikram said, leaning toward Preeti, his hand gesturing her forward.

Preeti came to stand at the edge of the bed, looking from Harinder to Sonali. Harinder just looked at her, trying to read her expressionless face. What was hidden behind those dark eyes? Her words suggested that she was ready to accept this new way of life. This new chapter in their love. But, there was still hesitation. Desire and need conflicting with ingrained taboos.

Sonali reached up and took Preeti's hand, guiding it to his cock. After a moment of hesitation, and a questioning glance between Sonali and Vikram, Preeti wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. Harinder let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was that moan that seemed to relax Preeti. Perhaps, for her, the clearest sign of his acceptance of this new life. Was it something so simple that gave her the permission she seemingly needed?

She took over for Sonali, slowly stroking his cock. Up and down.

Harinder moaned in pleasure as he looked at his wife. She was wearing a simple white salwar kameez, the shirt tight enough to outline the swell of her firm breasts and thin enough to hint at the yellow bra beneath. Her open hair fell to frame her dark face and kajol lined eyes. The pale blue bhindi that matched the embroidery on her salwar kameez – more decorative than spiritual – a reminder of their relationship. At that moment though, she was more than just his wife. She was an object of his lust. The veins of his cock pulsed with need as his mind returned to the image of her rising and falling on her lover's cock. An erotic moment that would forever be in his mind not as a reminder of faithlessness, but his unconditional love and need for Preeti.

Sonali rose to her knees, wrapping a sheet around her naked torso. She watched as Preeti stroked Harinder's cock before looking up to meet her gaze. Harinder tried to understand the look they shared. Understanding? Appraisal? The two continued to look at each other before Sonali spoke.

"Do you want me to go?" She asked.

Preeti didn't say anything, still stroking her husband's cock. She looked at Sonali for a moment before turning to Harinder.

"Do you want her to go?" she asked her husband, eyes boring into him. He shared glances between his wife and Sonali. And, then looked to the impassive Vikram. There was no turning back now. Preeti was testing him. He was certain of that, but whatever the truth, there was only one way forward. Preeti would have to accept his answer.

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"No." He reached up and pulled Sonali's hand away from the sheet, letting it fall to reveal her naked torso. Her chest was flushed, the nipples topping her full breasts quickly hardening in anticipation. "I want her."

Preeti nodded and she looked from her husband to Sonali. "She's beautiful. So perfect."

"I want you both," Harinder growled, his voice firm as he reached forward to pull Preeti toward him. Putting a hand on the back of her neck, he drew Preeti down and kissed her hard. Without preamble, he parted her soft lips with his tongue, pushed against yielding teeth, and drove it into her mouth. He felt her mouth soften and tasted the cardamom and spices from a chai she had probably drunk earlier. Their kissing was driven by lust as their tongues met. Her hunger as clear as his. While she continued to stroke his throbbing cock, her other hand went to his head, fingers entwined in his black mane. She pulled him hungrily to her. Preeti was moaning his name between kisses.

He felt lips on his chest. A tongue flicked his hardening nipple. Sonali. As he continued to kiss his wife, Sonali began to trail kisses down his hairy torso to the flat of his belly and the hairy patch where his cock rose in Preeti's hands. Then, her warm mouth was on his cockhead. Preeti pulled away from him to look down at Sonali wrapping her lips around her husband's cock. Instead of pulling her hands away, his wife held his heavy cock for Sonali, feeding the bulbous head to her. Harinder's breathing became ragged as pressure began to build in his chest and his legs started to tense. He caressed Sonali's back, the lines and curves now a familiar landscape.

Then, Preeti stepped back to look at them. Sonali took his engorged cock deeper into her mouth. Harinder bucked and growled in pleasure. Preeti's eyes mirrored the dark lust in his own. Sonali's head moved up and down on his cock, swallowing it deep into her mouth. Her tongue traced a pulsating vein with each upward stroke to flick at his bulbous head. When she sensed the tension becoming too much, she held her mouth in place, suckling him.

With a quick glance at Vikram, who was rooted in the doorway, Preeti began to strip her clothes. She grabbed the hem of her kameez and pulled it up. For a moment, the top snagged on her breasts and, under any other circumstances, watching his wife struggle to get naked would have been comical. Now it was erotic. Her head and shoulders hidden, her naked torso wiggled seductively before she managed to pull the kameez off and tossed it to the ground. She stood before them in a yellow bra that did little to hide the swell of her breasts or the hard nipples that stretched the material taut. Her face was flush, her chest heaving. Then, after another glance at Vikram, she tugged at the drawstring of her salwar, letting it fall around her ankles.

"You're so beautiful." Harinder said as Preeti stood before the three of them in her bra and panties. As Harinder and Vikram watched in anticipation, Preeti reached behind to unsnap the bra and let it join the puddle of clothes on around her feet. Another glance at Vikram and her panties fell as well. Harinder moaned as he looked at his wife on display. She stood, letting them all look at her. Harinder had a fleeting thought of his wife in Sonali's place on that fateful day. Preeti being used by his friends.

Harinder couldn't help but compare the two women – both beautiful. Sonali was taller and fairer skinned. Where her breasts were heavy with thick, dark nipples, Preeti's firm breasts were upturned. Her nipples were small pebbles. Both were fit, though where Sonali had a toned torso that led to wide hips, Preeti was simply thin. The dark patch of hair between Preeti's legs thicker and wild, hiding her pussy; Sonali's neat and trimmed, revealing as much as it hid.

Sonali exuded a primal, earthy lust, while Preeti was the feral wildness of a nymph.

As Harinder continued to look at his wife, Vikram came to stand behind Preeti. He glanced at Harinder but said nothing before he put a hand to her shoulder. She shuddered when he ran his fingers down her bare arm.

"Mere yaar." Vikram said, "Your wife is so beautiful." He kissed her on the shoulder. He caressed each arm with the back of his hands while he trailed kisses from shoulder to neck. Still looking at Harinder, Preeti's mouth parted and she purred softly.

Harinder's cock throbbed in Sonali's mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, slathering it with her spit. Harinder growled in pleasure, clenching his teeth.

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Preeti closed her eyes and leaned back into Vikram, tilting her head to offer herself to him. Harinder's tension mounted as the scene unfolded before him. Vikram's hands wandered across her flanks, her torso, tracing the outline of her ribs before one hand cupped a breast and the other went up to her neck. He held the weight of her breast in his hand, a finger rubbing the small, dark nipple. Preeti closed her eyes and sighed. Harinder was fixated on the image. His wife was being touched by another man and he was enjoying it. Reveling in it. It was now that he realized what made Vikram share his wife. In the closeted sexuality of India, this broke taboos. It turned the idea of a woman's devout loyalty to her husband on its head. In the land of tantra and Kama sutra, sex had long lost its physicality. The pure lust at it's root. What they were doing broke any semblance of devout restraint. This was physical pleasure in its purest form. Bodies as altars.

Preeti's mewling encouraged Vikram. He took the breast in his palm and kneaded the dark, pliant flesh. Preeti squirmed against him, her sighs turning to moans. He took the nipple between finger and thumb. He pulled and pinched as it hardened into a pebble. She shuddered. His other hand drifted from her belly down to the dark hair between her legs.

"Preeti." Harinder moaned as he watched his wife invitingly open her legs for Vikram. His friend caressed her mons and ran his fingers in the patch of dark hair. Another sigh of pleasure as Vikram leaned in to nibble at her neck. His fingers found her labia, separated them to reveal the dark red of her pussy. It glistening allure welcomed his touch.

"Hai!" Preeti cried as Vikram began to play with the folds of her sex. As Sonali suckled and stroked his cock, Vikram massaged his wife's cunt. Preeti pushed against his hand as he gently rubbed her inner lips and found her hardening nub. Watching his wife writhe in another man's arms was becoming too much for Harinder and he felt the pressure spread from his torso down to his loins. His legs tensed.

He began to buck, each thrust shoving his heavy mass into Sonali's willing mouth.

Preeti ground against Vikram. He had two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy as his other hand continued to knead her breast. She was panting, heavy lidded eyes locked on Harinder.

Harinder's cock in Sonali's mouth. In and out.

Vikram's fingers in Preeti's pussy. In and out.

And, then, the tension was too much. The pressure built to a final explosion. Harinder clenched the bedsheet.

"Hai, Preeti!" Harinder yelled as his final thrust drove up into Sonali, shooting a thick load into her mouth. She didn't pull away, taking his release into her mouth. Then, as his orgasm became a series of shuddering aftershocks, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. Wiping a remnant from the side of her mouth, she smiled at Harinder before she rose up to watch her husband with his wife.

Preeti was holding Vikram's hands in place. One encouraging him to be rougher on her breast and the other wanting him to increase the pressure in her cunt. She was leaning into him, her eyes again closed. A sheen of sweat coated her body as she writhed and squirmed. Then, the writhing became a shudder and she arched her back. Harinder recognized the expression on her face – eyes clenched shut, mouth open in a silent cry. Her muscles tensed and her grip on Vikram's hands tightened as her orgasm began to build.

"Hai, Rabba!" Preeti cried. "Hai! Hai!"

She arched and tried to force Vikram's hand harder against her pussy. Her hand gripped his and her pelvis pushed against his palm. She ground against him and froze as the wave of her orgasm finally reached its peak. Her body quivered in Vikram's arms, legs threatening to give out. Even then, Vikram kept his fingers inside her pussy. He held her close as waves of pleasure took their time to recede.

When she opened her eyes, Harinder locked his gaze with her. The sight had been too much and his cock was coming to life again. The massive meat slowly engorging.