Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[fasterboy]

I think there is past anvita with manjot and manish with varun acknowledgment. I also doubted that shreyas's action were well planned toward anvita and he is somehow connected to them like manish and varun.

[rv3443]

Krish thank you so much for reverting on the earlier made comment. It really means a lot when Author like you reverts back and it genuinely make us readers feel that we are connected to you

So now at present Anvita is slightly confused or could say have started to believe a little that Rajat's words for Atul are turning out to be true and that he gets slightly turned on when he witnesses or imagines Anvita with someone else.
Here a few readers believe that Atul is not at all cuckold but story line is forcing him to be one , But I strongly believe he has traits of being a cuckold but he has been fighting himself since the start and does not want to believe it(if only he could lower down his male ego , he would know the truth) .If we remember one incident where George had masturbated on Anvita's stomach and Atul after witnessing him did not even take a single step ,rather he was as usual normal with George after that. If we talk about reality , can anyone bear this happening right infant of him?? I am sure no one would and surely would at least take a step.(Although many would say its Atul's nature to be very understanding but deep inside we all know no one would take it in real unless he somewhere likes it)
He became all normal even after what he saw Varun and Anvita doing on that roof . Isn't he too normal after every scenario?? But yes we witnessed, he always gets equally excited after every event and forgets every mistake Anvita made. (Can a person in reality get that excited that too just after witnessing his own wife with other man ?? One can only bear it, if his  body is somewhere liking it( Atul's conscience will take time to accept it because of his male ego) . Its his this little unknown excitement which stops him from taking any serious action each time.

But I really have to say this. If Rajat by chance is able to get into Anvita's pants just by making her believe that Atul is a cuck and Anvita doing with Rajat ,only because she is assuming that Atul must be enjoying watching her with him , and same goes for Atul that if he allows it but without his inner consent just for Anvita's sake that she somehow she would get a great sex , then this sex between Atul & Anvita would really be disappointing & disheartening to experience . There would be no sexual excitement in this scenario  because Atul somewhere will get heartbroken and later on Anvita too will regret when she would come to know Atul had not enjoy it .
                         Don't you think , it would be enjoyable and erotic (for readers & for Atul as well)  only if Atul himself also gets excited and turned now somehow ( That totally depends on author how to make it possible if he wants to), Otherwise it would feel like a indirect bang of Anvita by Rajat which is no fun  .I feel Anvita at least should ask Rajat to corroborate his statement  and should challenge him to prove his made statement about Atul getting excited watching her with other Men( she might unconsciously want this and may even hate herself for wanting it that Rajat's  statement wishfully turns out to be true because we can see she lately is getting quite excited by the idea ). I just hope she does not turn into slut or there would be no fun.


Dear Author I  want to share something here .We readers  are coming here & reading this story to get excited and to get turned on with a good story script of course which you excellence at but at the end of story if we come to know that everything happened just because of a misunderstanding and everyone (Anvita & Atul) are crying, regretting at end, then it would rather creates sexual frustration among us readers because believe it or not ,we all are here to see Anita somehow getting fucked and not just once but multiple times without projecting her as Slut and  with scenario full of content and logic which you have mastery on and only you are capable of doing it with your magical writing skills. I do not think anyone would want her to get saved at end because that was not our Moto to come on erotica section.
 I agree emotions , sentiments , a good logical content are necessary to make a story epic  but If everything is regretful from protagonist's view and we at the end of story get to hear that all ended well and Anvita got saved like some Bollywood story drama, ,then its would not be worth it. Honestly it would turn out to be sexually frustrating for readers because I don't think anyone would want Anvita to go clean and untouched . We expect all the content, drama, emotions but  erotica is equally important part too concealing the image of Anita as it has been from start that is of a loving wife.

I am sorry if I sound in a complaining mode but Krish you say that you are entering into the last phase of the story but don't you feel most of the story actually went describing Atul's job related trips?? It felt we all were left craving to know what is currently happening at Anvita's end and that craving and curiosity left us frustrated.
I don't know but sometimes  it has been a little sexually frustrating and honestly that "sexual tension" which  Keeps you on the excitement brink while reading a story has been missing lately.( because who would understand more than you that more than sex , the scenario which lead to sex is the reason for real turn on)
whenever any make out or sex scenario comes in , it gets quickly finished without much details (except that car scene of Anvi & Varun). I have to say ,sexual tension is missing out a little here. (its my personal view)

Some things have been confusing like ,we have observed that Anvita is even capable of swallowing cum and the way she does it shows she must have had a good past behind her which made her pro at it otherwise its not possible for any girl to swallow so effortlessly. I am curious why Atul never asked this from Anvits. I would have been curious to know if I were in his shoes.( not for questioning or judging her but just to know ,because Anvita has been with Atul since college days so where did she learn to swallow) . She can't possibly learn with just one encounter with her professor and we all know she was not been intimate with Varun either before Atul met her. So this thing always makes me curious.

I am may be sounding agitated here and mostly after hearing that you are writing the last phase of the story ,I am feeling a little uneasy and sad because its just you who is solely the reason to come to story section of this site. The  kind of content you write and the way you put in your efforts , it really shows how much you love your work. There is so much left in the story and it would be really sad to keep this thing in mind that we are in last phase of the story : (


" I am also surprised when I read that we are entering to the last phase of this story. It seems a lot is remaining in this story. Some characters are yet to be used in big frame. Suddenly, Sandesh who was lusting for Anvita is out of favor with Krish. However, the guys from Anvita's company is yet to be used".

[krish_999]

Its heartening to see Krish is opening up to clarify some doubts over plots and characters in this thread contrary to his earlier thread :"Knowing ----------"

Earlier I had debated on the issue of Anvita blowjob in car and as accepted by author, debate continues. In Anvita POV, as quoted above, she is genuinely miserable after knowing that Atul Has witnessed everything. She genuinely feels for Atul's loss and wanted by his side. Only did not had the courage to face him.

Now, I have one woman psychological issue.

I have a question to all women readers. Normally what a loving woman will do in such a situations? I think, she will wait for her husband to her as early as possible and pray to God that he does not commit nuisance. As she does not have courage to knock Rajat's door, It was expected for Anvita to hide nearby a keep a vigil on Rajat's house. Or be in her own house and spend time like a dead body or at least keep an eye on the scooter in hideout.

I know, she has left her phone in her car and car is parked in marriage venue. She could manage Prithvi for sending the car back.

However she decided to go back to marriage venue and wait anxiously for Atul. My mind is somehow not able to digest. Am I wrong. Women readers, pl give your genuine reply considering yourself in the shoes of Anvita.

Eagerly waiting for.

The issue refers to the ongoing crisis and it would be inappropriate for me to reply. However, I have no problem in others coming up with their view on it, as you are

Eagerly waiting for.

Simply put, it should be titled 'Side effects of premature ejaculation vs. a woman of easy virtue'

LOL

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Waiting for the update Krish




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[showstopernew]

Krish, waiting....

[kamdev99008]

waiting krish dear

[koolme98]

this thread is turning out to be an addiction for me.... kudos Krish!

[Sid459]

Trust in Krish. He will never disappoint. One of the best writers. Just chill and wait for more awesome updates. Krish please try to update fast. Can’t wait

[luvpain]

Waiting eagerly for an update.

[krish_999]

Update is coming tomorrow.

[kamdev99008]

Update is coming tomorrow.

thanks dear... waiting eagerly

[Antichrist12]

It's already Tommorow ?

[krish_999]

Chapter 51

Anvita

Monday was very slow. Anvita woke up early but she stayed in bed and chose to skip morning jog. She was lazy. It was as though life has come to a halt where she no longer was capable to take a step forward.
She had various things to worry about. What perplexed her most was how Atul was pretending as nothing happened. It was unbelievable and ridiculous. It was not like he had forgiven or welcomed her, but rather like he had forgotten it. For Anvita it was incomprehensible and insulting. As if her chastity wasn't worth possessing. Anvita had no right to complain and it killed her every minute.
The only thing she could do was to hope Atul was playing a secret game with her. Perhaps, when the excitement fades away, he will strike. Then.
And at the same time, the thought freaked her out in its own way. Is he planning something bigger? Is he gonna strike when she's unable to take the blow?
 
“I thought Prithvi was my friend. But he was talking to you most of the time, yesterday.”
Anvita said during breakfast.
Atul smiled. “He’s my sweet friend. I like him.”
“What is so sweet about him?”
Anvita persisted, in the hope of knowing the better of his mind.
“You know him better than me, and you can tell yourself why he’s sweet.”
His double-edged reply puzzled her even more.
“I have invited him for lunch, by the way.”
Atul added, and it amused her further.
“Really? When?”
“This weekend. Maybe on Sunday. It will be okay, right?”
Right. Anvita wondered if he was taking things further.
 
Anvita was struggling to focus at work when Ankita phoned her. She was coming back.
"My visa expiration date is coming, Anvi. We're still waiting for renewal as it seems there's a one week delay in the proceedings."
"That's good news!"
"You freak! Sahil isn't coming. But yes, it's a chance to visit mom and dad."
“Only mom and dad?”
“Of course, you too, silly!”
“I can't wait.”
“I'll have two weeks. One week with mom and dad; one week for Sahil's parents. You must join me for the first week. It'll be fun!"
"I'd love to, baby. But I don't think I can take that many days off."
“You are a bad sister.”
“I’ll be with you for the weekends, don’t worry baby.”
Anvita promised.
 
Anvita phoned Atul and he agreed to spend the weekend with the in-laws.
“So we’ll have to cancel our weekend programs, right?”
He asked and Anvita felt he was more concerned about the lunch with Prithvi than anything else. Is it really like this or am I imagining so? She couldn’t tell. She was desperate to know what was in his mind. She thought about seeing Rajat once and quickly corrected herself.
However, Ankita's phone call proved to be a much-needed solace for Anvita as it put a break to her anxieties.
 
Parthiv’s wedding reception was held on Wednesday, at Pradeep's house. It was more of a private ceremony. The number of guests was too less compared to the huge crowd of the wedding ceremony, and Anvita felt a little awkward. She was not expected to be invited for the function which seemed involving intimate friends and family only. She doubted it was Prithvi's idea to invite Atul and her.
 
Anvita had opted for a gorgeous high low dress and Atul, for a dashing blue blazer. They were welcomed by Pradeep and then Parthiv. Parthiv introduced them to his close friends.
 
When Prithvi showed up, his eyes widened admiringly at Anvita and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. He was not a boy. He was a man with a seductive stare and an athletic body. His lean body was still afresh in her memory. So were his manly scent and calculated breathing. As he smiled at her and walked toward her, Anvita's heart began to beat faster and she grabbed Atul's hand like a nervous child. Atul turned to her, surprised. Anvita forced a smile to cover up the embarrassment. Prithvi reached and embraced Atul first and then turned to Anvita. He merely winked at her, before leading them into the house. A pang of disappointment crossed Anvita's mind and she was ashamed when she realised she was actually craving for his attention deep inside her. It was ridiculous.
 
It was the first time Atul and Anvita coming to Prithvi's family house but they were quite familiar with each member of his family. The ladies took Anvita inside the house while Atul joined the men who were sitting at the outer hall. Later, when she came out briefly, Atul was holding a glass. The men had started having their thing. Anvita gestured him to be in his limit.
Atul nodded at her.
“Come, I’ll show you around my house.”
She felt someone touching her hand and she turned to see Prithvi, smiling at her. She looked back at Atul and he nodded again.
“Anvita.”
Prithvi touched her palm again.
“We have a big house; you should know how rich we are.”
Prithvi spoke while walking the stairs.
“Why?”
“After Parthiv, it’s my turn to get married. It’s not me saying this, but everyone else…”
“So?”
“So…”
Prithvi walked into a room. A few children were playing around the bed. One little girl was on the bed, playing on a smartphone. Two boys were checking out the computer. They sought Prithvi its password and he turned them away.
“This’s my room.”
He told Anvita.
“Yeah, I can see that. It’s a mess.”
Anvita snapped.
It was a large bedroom that shrunk into a small one by cramming too many things into it. At one side was the computer and music system.
“This is the maximum effort.”
He quipped.
“You were talking about your marriage.”
Anvita knew he was just making it up. He hardly finished his college.
“Yeah, I was saying…if you know someone who can be a good match for me, then; you know…”
He paused suggestively. Anvita looked up at him.
“You stupid, you want me to find a match for you, don't you?"
“What is wrong in that? What do we have between us?”
He looked at her in the eyes. She saw it as a suggestive gesture. She pushed him away.
“I was your teacher once. Don’t forget that.”
Prithvi laughed, “come, I’ll show you another room.”
He walked in front and Anvita followed him to another room. He held the door open for her and closed it quickly as they were in. There was something odd in his movements.
“This is my dad’s room.”
He said.
It was the same in size but it looked spacious, with everything in place, in neat order.
“I can see that.”
Anvita smiled. Her eyes fell at the neatly arranged bed and an unwanted memory was awakened in her mind. She averted her eyes and walked to the study table.
“I was joking about the marriage thing.”
Prithvi said.
“I know, stupid. You are too young to.”
“Am I?”
Anvita ignored him and picked up a magazine.
“What’s your plan? You should get a job first.”
She turned the pages of magazine casually.
“I think I have one.”
“You think?”
“My uncle in Bangalore says so. I have to attend the interview. It’s ninety-nine per cent confirmed.”
“That’s great.”
“I’ll be leaving, this Monday.”
Anvita looked at him.
“Okay. That’s good. Congratulations!”
She stuck out her right hand. He hesitated.
“Are you happy about it?”
Anvita lowered her hand.
“I am happy. It’s really cool that you found a job this…”
“I’ll be gone.”
His voice was coming from deep. Anvita could see where he was taking it. She laughed.
“It doesn't suit you, Prithvi."
He grabbed her hand.
“Anvita, this will be the last time we see each other like this. We'll never get to be like this.”
He lifted her hand and kissed on the back of her palm. Anvita was awestruck.
“Stop trying to be sentimental. Bangalore is a few hours from here. You are talking like…”
Prithvi moved further and pushed his body against her. Anvita moved back and hit her back against the table. The magazine fell on the floor.
“Anvita… I don’t think I can forget you. I am sorry I don’t mean to trouble you. But I can’t believe that we won’t be seeing any more like…”
“Move away, Prithvi.”
Anvita pushed him away. But he already had his arms around her.
“Anvita”
“What are you doing? People will soon start looking for you.”
“It’s my dad’s room. No one comes here.”
He said, looking into her eyes. Anvita was astonished. She couldn’t believe he was serious. She quickly sent her eyes to the door. It was closed. Bolted from inside. What! Her heartbeats took on a sharp rise.
“So what? Do you want to make out on your dad’s bed?”
“No. not at all.”
Prithvi grinned.
“Then?”
"I just want to spend some time with you.”
“Give me some space.”
She pushed him back again. He held on to her hands this time.
“You are pushing me away. You have no feelings for me?”
“Yes, I have no feelings, my husband is there… outside this room. And I am here, in your hands. I have no feelings.”
“I know I didn’t do well that day. I hurried.”
Anvita was stunned at his remark and she stared at him.
“I didn’t mean to use you for fun. But when we hurried, it ended up like that. I really felt bad after that.”
“Stop this nonsense, Prithvi. Let’s get out of here.”
“We’ll get out of here, of course. But I want to tell you one thing before that. I am going to Bangalore. We won’t be seeing each other like this in future. But it won’t make me stop thinking of you. You will be like a goddess to me. Do you remember when you had… when you had let me kiss your feet? I still dream of doing it again and again. It was special.”
Anvita did not say a word.
“In my dreams, I am your slave. You are my goddess.”
“You are not a slave; you are just crazy.”
Anvita tried to move away and he held her back to the table and kissed her. His lips touched her lips, despite her leaning backwards, and as his body pressed against her, she felt his hardness pressing between her legs. She pulled her hand and slapped across his face, albeit less forcefully.
“Get off me, Prithvi.”
She yelled.
“Anvi.”
Shocked, he moved back this time, rubbing his cheek.
“I am sorry for that. But you are hurting me, Prithvi.”
Anvita blurted.
Prithvi got down to his knees. Anvita watched him in disbelief.
“No. Don’t be sorry. Don’t stop with slapping. I feel happy when you get aggressive with me. You can kick me if you want.”
His dramatic surrender made her puzzle even more.
“You are behaving like a retard, you know that.”
“I don’t know.”
Anvita took a deep breath, looking down.
“I don’t know what to do with you. Help me.”
“Sit on the desk. Allow me to touch and love your feet.”
"No. I don't want you to do that."
"You'll love this. I know that, Anvita."
"No. I won't."
"You're living in denial. I know this more than anyone; you'll enjoy how I worship you."
He touched her feet. Anvita tried to move back and stopped at the desk. Prithvi leaned forward and held at her calves.
“I want to make you feel like a goddess. Treat me like a slave. Let me worship you. That’s all I want; just one more time. This is the last time.”
“Come on!”
Anvita felt helpless and angry. Prithvi's hands were moving up.
“Stop it.”
She shook her legs, trying to free form his grip. Prithvi bent down further and pressed his face into her knees. Her dress moved a little up in the struggle and his lips were touching her bare skin.
“Will you stop this nonsense?”
She jumped on the spot and freed her from his grip. She pushed him forcefully and he fell down on the floor.
“You lose all the respect I have for you. Get out of here.”
She ran to the door and stopped. She waited a moment to compose her and, after seeing him rise to his feet, she opened the door.
 
When she walked down the stairs, alone, Anvita quickly scanned the faces in the lobby for any unusual gestures. There was none. Everyone seemed busy in their own world. Anvita felt stuck in her own too. She walked out and went to Atul. He was in the middle of a small group, apparently engaged everyone in his story. He turned to Anvita when he saw her from a distance, and she smiled at him confidently.
Without even realising it, without even thinking about it, Anvita was checking for signs. Did he expect me to make out with Prithvi? It was a faraway thought, but Anvita was unbelievably hooked onto it.
However, there were no such signs.
Atul introduced her to the group. Anvita acknowledged every one of them. As she smiled at them, a sense of pride began to fill her. She was a showpiece and her husband was proudly putting her on a display. The men looked at her with their widened eyes, and she could say how impressed or even aroused they were. Anvita stood there, deliberately giving them all a chance to stare at her face and body by making her eyes locked into Atul. Without looking directly into anyone, she could feel how they were measuring up her curves with their bare eyes. They too might want to have a piece of you. They too might want to worship you. The thought brought a smile inside her.
 
That night when they went to bed, Anvita wanted him to make love to her. She felt her body warm and she longed for his touch. She wanted him to spread her legs and bury his mouth between them.
Unfortunately, Atul was tired and he fell asleep rather early.
Anvita could not find sleep and she could not believe how aroused she had become. She rolled in bed and put her hand around Atul. She held him close and planted a light kiss on his lips. Despite him smelling booze, the kiss grew longer. She licked his lips and darted her tongue into his mouth, hoping to wake him up.
As the night grew darker and lonelier for her, she found memories of the day cropping up in her mind. She remembered men staring at her. She remembered how they were trying to imprint her figure in their memories. She thought of them fantasizing about her, undressing her in their mind, putting their arms around her and then pushing her against a sturdy desk in a spacious room.
Outside, it had begun to rain. It was becoming heavy now.
Anvita felt cold and she pulled the blanket over her head. Her mind was still stuck in that spacious bedroom; with Prithvi's body pushing against her, with his bulging crotch poking into her. He was very hard. Anvita could feel it even now. Had she not refused, he would have lowered his pants and freed it up.
Anvita was amused that despite having sex with Prithvi twice, she still hadn’t had a clear memory of his penis. She hadn’t seen it. She had never looked at it directly. Perhaps today was the day. Anvita tried to imagine how different he would look from Atul. It made no sense but at the moment she felt thrilled that she was making a comparison. She felt her arousal boiling up to an unpleasant level. It was ridiculous yet happening. Anvita touched between her legs and in no time her hand was crawling inside. She felt her finger over her sensual lips; the sensation was tempting. Prithvi was pushing his erection right there. Had she not opposed him, he would have pulled down her panty. And then it would be only a matter of time before he shoved his erect member inside her, once again. She had done it twice. What difference would it have made if you had done it one more time? All he wanted was to do it for one last time. This time, there was light; there was view; this time she could have simply enjoyed the unobstructed view of him making his way into her. It would have been worth every second; the perfect one last crime.
Anvita felt corrupt. She was corrupt. Her husband was corrupt. The whole world around her was corrupt. Nobody lives an innocent’s life in this world. You should have let him. Then he would have held her dearly, and then would have started fucking her married pussy in a perfect rhythm. Once belonged to a loving husband, her love centre would have welcomed another man’s cock for the third time. And it would have made her fall for it. It would go in, deep in her, making her cry with pleasure. God, help me. Anvita's finger moved faster; in her memory Prithvi was fucking her, pushing her bum against the desk in his dad’s bedroom, and suddenly she felt Atul was watching her through a keyhole.
Shit!
Her finger stopped. Her throat became dry. Her mind was not stopping anywhere. She saw Atul's face; his new friends’ face; and Rajat's face.
And she had a vision of Rajat on top of her, spreading her legs apart, and shoving his dick inside her. She felt her arousal vanishing in a split second and a sense of terror gripped all over her in the next. No! Anvita pulled her hand out of her panty and moved the blanket off her head. She turned to look at Atul's face in panic. He was sleeping. Anvita let out a controlled exhale.
Anvita refused to dream further.
No. Not even in my dream, you pervert! She decided.
 
The rain conquered the whole night. Anvita slept for long and woke up late. The first thing she remembered was her dream. It made her think fondly about Prithvi and scornfully about Rajat. And she also felt ashamed for fantasising the former while her husband was sleeping beside her.
 
Friday, the weather was pleasant and Anvita resumed her morning jog. When she finished, she saw Rajat.
“Good morning, Anvi.”
He smiled at her.
“Why are you here every day in the park? You don’t work out, do you?”
“No. I come for you.”
“What?”
She stared at him.
“I love watching you work out. The more you sweat, the sexier you look.”
Anvita's face reddened. She walked away.
 
Ankita arrived in the evening. Atul and Anvita welcomed her at the airport. Ankita was very emotional. She hugged Anvita and kissed fondly on her cheek.
“I can’t believe you are back. This is so unexpected.”
Anvita said.  
Ankita shook Atul's hand in a very formal way.
“Glad to meet you again, sis-in-law!”
He said.
“Same here, wonderful!”
She smiled brightly.
“You've put on weight. But you look so adorable…”
Anvita pinched her sister’s cheek just as they slipped into the car.
“Yeah, I know. But don’t embarrass me about my weight, I must tell you.”
Ankita warned jovially.
 
Ankita was soon sharing the stories of her long travel, and for Anvita her arrival proved to be a blessing. Whatever stress she had accumulated within a few days suddenly began to ease off. She felt light and lively.
 
Ankita was pleased to see their apartment.
“You've kept it well. I like it. So what's your plan to welcome me?”
“Let's go out for dinner. I have a place in my mind.”
Atul suggested.
They dined at Indian Accent and later watched a film at PVR. Ankita was really happy.
“The wine was so good but it can't beat you, my sweetie!”
She hugged Anvita as they rode back.
“Don't wake me up in the morning, Anvi. I want to sleep until I wake up myself.”
She said when they arrived at home.
 
Anvita was preparing her bed in the additional room. Ankita had borrowed her nightwear.
“I'll have to get some clothes from Sahil's flat before we head home. Don't forget that.”
She reminded Anvita.
“Done.”
Anvita said when she finished making the bed.
“Are you going to make me sleep alone?”
“Shall I ask Atul to give you company?”
Anvita joked.
“I thought I was tipsy. Next time I'll keep an eye over you when we go out.”
Ankita retorted. Anvita laughed.
“I'm going to join you here.”
“Are you sure of that?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Poor Atul. He’ll have to sleep dry for a couple of nights, I guess. I have a lot of bedtime stories to tell you.”
She turned and happened to look straight at Atul's face. She was embarrassed. He was smiling at her.
“It’s just two nights. I’ll catch up later.”
He quipped.
Ankita giggled, “I’ll be gone soon. Don’t make my sister do ridiculous things when I’m gone.”
 
Anvita remembered how her sister had developed an impression of Atul from the first day of her marriage. It was ironic that Atul was probably far from what she believed. However, one thing was agreeable. Atul was far more interesting a person than Sahil. It showed from the way he made Ankita laugh during the dinner. Ankita had literally begged him to spend the week with her at her hometown. She was even ready to cut short her time for parents and stay with Anvita if they were free during weekdays.
"You should be really proud of him, sweetie. You have a husband worth dating."
She commented later, to Anvita.
Ankita was in fact very curious about the bits of secrets of their married life. Saturday night, after meeting their parents, during bedtime Ankita confessed it again.
“I envy you, dear.”
Anvita laughed, “Next time I’ll send him on a date with you.”
“No, no. I can’t handle him. And I am very bad with dating.”
“Bad? Sell this innocence to someone else. Not to me.”
As the talk went deeper and naughtier, Anvita went on to reveal what she gets when her husband is in the ‘right’ mood.
“He goes down on me. And he never stops until I hit my moment. To be honest I'll rate it one the best of all his skills."
"And of all people?"
Ankita asked and they laughed together.
“Well… that means really something. I guess you might want to sneak into his room…”
Ankita teased her.
“Shut up! I’m not that horny.”
Anvita snapped.
 
It was a lie. She was aroused. She was craving for it. Or something unknown. She wanted to go back to Atul and allow him to love her. She wanted him to kiss her from head to toe. She wanted him to undress her and stroke her body. She wanted him to do it again. She wanted him to make her cum again.
“I know I didn’t do well that day. I hurried.”
Prithvi's words came to her mind. She felt an urge to keep thinking of him. It was tempting.
 
“Are you sure of that?”
Ankita giggled.
“Tell me something about Sahil too.”
Anvita demanded.
Ankita looked at her and smiled. “I just wish Sahil was like him.”
 
Though Anvita had laughed off every one of her cheeky remarks about Atul, the banter invariably made her warm.
In fact, it was something Anvita enjoyed a lot. She wanted her sister to be jealous.
 
While growing up, Anvita was the one who happened to be green-eyed. There were various factors that put Ankita at the centre of their world. Being the elder one, she got early attention from every corner. She was also brighter in studies. It wasn't that Anvita was particularly inferior. But she was often the one prone to commit mistakes. And she was always presented with an annoying challenge; to catch up with her elder sister. Anvita's jealousy had peaked by the time she finished her colleges where her teachers knew Ankita very well and expected Anvita just to follow her. She was relieved only when she chose a new college where she was finally taken to a road not travelled by Ankita. It was a new world where she was the sole recipient of admiration and following.
Years after, the competition no more existed. So did the jealousy. But Anvita was still not comfortable to confess the little crimes she had done to her sister: hiding her favourite sandal, damaging her makeup tools, spoiling her best dresses, etc. Sometimes it felt funny enough to confess them all, but other times it felt like shameful enough to hide. Anvita often thought she would speak of it, but it never happened.
Lately, Ankita had been the one confessing to being jealous and it gave Anvita one hope. Out of jealousy, Ankita too could do something stupid. Then I will admit my mischiefs.
 
It was fun in the morning, spending time with family. They were on their way back when Atul mentioned the lunch with Prithvi.
“I had to cancel the lunch. And you know he’s leaving for Bangalore tomorrow. There’s a serious job offer.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
Anvita said coldly.
One last time… Even her thought ended abruptly.
“I think I have been mentioning this lunch to him for a long time. It’s really sad it never happened. He’s mostly gonna stay for long in Bangalore. We won’t see him very soon.”
Atul said.
Anvita wondered if his sadness was merely about lunch. She closed her eyes for one moment and it came back to her again. She remembered how he was pushing his bulging crotch between her legs. She suddenly had an urge to admit herself that the lovemaking with him had been quite exciting despite them being unexpected events. There was a feeling of something being lost, forever. Her heartbeats were on a rise, she could feel it.
And she then remembered how Atul had kissed her on that eventful night a week ago.
She turned to Atul and looked at him for a long moment and said, “We can invite him for dinner tonight.”

 

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[love_couple]

Nice but sexually frustrating update : (
As soon as the excitement started flowing in (when Rajat met Anvi in the morning or Anvi trying to talk about a lie which she believes as a truth) , like always you changed the topic at instant. LOL
Ofcourse its your story but don't know why bringing this kid Prithvi again & again in the picture sexually with Anita. I really fail to understand how & why Anvita is getting excited thinking of him ( seems as if you are forcing Anvita to think sexually about the kid(a Child slave ).

It feels you are trying to change Prithvi's demeanour from a soft boy to a Man but I guess his perception that he is just a kid ( not a man) has been set already when he was introduced in the story as its rightly said "first impression is the last impression". He can put all the efforts he wants to ,but it feels as if ,he doesn't deserve Anvita sexually and would not be able to satisfy her urges .It somehow feels nice to know that he is leaving the city. LOL

waiting .....

[shector87]

Thanks for the update Krish!!!

You are very tricky... I like the update, missing something and waiting for an update.

Nice writing skills and thanks again for your efforts.

[koolme98]

wonderful buildup of Avni's mental image. She's sure that Atul knows about her adultery episode with Prithvi whereas it is not the case. Lets see what Krish does about the Sali Sahiba, would she also get the aadhi gharwali wala treatment as desired by her, and would Anvi think that tonight when Prithvi is at her home, she would expect a physical encounter as well

[Fucker]

Wonderful story mate, the way you expressed things are beyond my imagination. Every events and activities are seems to be realistic, and it really makes sense why some are fighting on the plot ? but personally I loved it, Prithvi is the best person for both of them because they can easily take hold on him. He respects them both so things are not gonna move in other direction if they don't want to but with other like Rajat things would move and it will move beyond anvi's expectations.

@other readers

If you don't like prithvi's involvement then please go and read other stories, why forcing writer to write your way

Krish you continue with your original plot and ignore all this unnecessary demands from few readers.

[fasterboy]

Hmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!! you have magic of twisting or turnings in story. Nobody expected ankita to be seen in future.

Now anvita is becoming someone bad with wrong perception about atul thinking that he knows and mutely accepting this.

Is atul, now, going to loose saint title by fucking ankita like in past whether they can't finish fucking because of ankita's husband ?

I think since marriage incident story not progressed and in between updates are just updating log books for current daily routines.

You told us story is now in final stage. Waiting for big bang.................

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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[luvpain]

I guess Krish is going to bring the storm slowly. Till then its all about keeping the possibility of the storm alive and waiting.