Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

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Nice update...
As Atul is also getting some fun through other women...
Can't wait for the next update...as it ended in the middle of romantic scene...

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Waiting for the update from where u left it on xossip....atul came home found rajatleaving bedroom

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Chapter 10

Atul

“You are ruining me.”
Atul mumbled and kissed under Ankita’s chin. She smiled at him and hurriedly brought back her lips into his mouth. Her quivering lips were calmed as soon as he swallowed them. Ankita was pressing her body more and more into him, and Atul felt ascended to another world. His heartbeats were soaring and he was suddenly aware of his growing hardness. It was poking against her, and it awakened him. He tried to move back, and this time she parted with him. She was panting. Atul could have used the pause to move away, but he was not quite sure.
Ankita watched him and she lifted her chin and pulled him closer. She was exposing her neck. From the neck, his eyes descended to the valley and he saw tiny hair strands glowing like gold. Atul bent slightly, and she arched back, and he pressed his lips into her cleavage.  Before he could grab her softness or she could allow him to lick it, they heard the door handle moving. They were standing right behind the door and they heard it clearly and it shook them both. A second later, the door was pushed open.
Sahil was standing there.
 
A second’s delay would have ruined their lives together. But Atul had pushed Ankita away before the door was open and he could merely take half a breath when he saw Sahil.
To his surprise, Sahil was very pleased to see him.
“I feared you would’ve left.”
“I…I was leaving but Ankita is...”
Atul stammered.
“He has no time for us. He didn’t even have a cold drink.”
Ankita said quickly as if interrupting him.
“I really like to stay but I can’t. I’m hopelessly late, Sahil.”
Atul grabbed his hand with a big, fake smile. He felt a pang of guilt. He was kissing this man’s wife a minute ago. Atul was itching to wipe his lips before Sahil could notice any wetness on it. With Sahil standing so close to him, he could not do that. Somehow, he managed to remain calm. Sahil was looking at his wife thankfully.
“I was about to call you. Where have you been?” Ankita asked.
“It took more than I thought to settle him,” Sahil explained.
“I thought you’d call as soon as you’re free. We had lunch very slowly.”
Ankita said. Atul noticed how cleverly she shut all the possible windows of suspicion.
 
Atul left soon. As he was leaving, he looked at Ankita and she waved to him. There was absolutely no trace of guilt in her eyes. But Atul found it difficult to cope with it. Back at the office, he was consumed by regret. More than the kiss, the fact that he enjoyed it repulsed him. Don’t I really love Anvita? Am I a fake?
He questioned himself and cringed at his own foolishness.
To make himself feel better, he shopped a new dress for Anvita when he headed home.
 
And poor Anvita! She was thrilled to see her loving husband return from work with a surprise gift for her. Her beautiful eyes grew wider when she looked at him. She hugged him and kissed him, and his heart sank further. If she knew what filthy secret he was hiding behind his fake smile, she would die heartbroken, he thought.
Later he stood under the shower half an hour, as though trying to wash his guilt away.
 
Friday Sahil and Ankita returned to Canada. The whole family was there to see them off. When Ankita said goodbye, Atul unbeknown to all sought for hints of acknowledgement. There was absolute indifference on her face, to his solace. Perhaps it was a clue to move on. As soon as she vanished from his sight, his heartbeats returned to normal and he breathed with ease. He was able to see the world more clearly.
 
 
Though he cuddled a lot with Anvita, real sex continued to elude his life for a few more days. Then, one night, Anvita pushed him down and climbed on top of him. She kissed him and sucked his lips. She pulled up her T-shirt and fed him her softness.
“Do you like it?”
She whispered.
And then he found him up. His hands soon wormed inside her skirt and pulled down her panty. He felt her fingers around his thickness as she pulled him out of his trousers.
“Oh my god!”
He sighed.
“What happened?”
She giggled.
“Nothing. It feels great when you hold it.”
She moved her hand over it back and forth.
“It feels good to hold it…”
She whispered.
A minute later she was sitting on it, driving it deep into her. She was wet. Atul was learning how much she needed him. She had engulfed him completely, and she kissed him with her wet mouth.
“Get on top of me, baby.”
She moaned. Atul turned and rolled his body and lay on top of her, and she locked him between her legs and arms. Slowly he began to move. It was good. So good like heaven. And there came the temptation to go deeper and faster. Two minutes later, he was pounding her fervently and he groaned aloud soon. He felt his hot stream of juice spurting inside her. He panted heavily. Anvita hugged him tight and lay silently.
Before he fell asleep, he heard her tired voice.
“I love you, baby.”
 
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Rajat visited us on Sunday and Anvita refused to talk to him, pretending to be busy in the kitchen. Atul could see why.
“You don't have to avoid him completely, Anvita. After all, he’s our neighbour. Treat him just like that.”
Atul told her later.
“He was talking to my breasts you know that?”
She frowned. He was surprised.
“Really? That bastard...!”
Later Rajat invited Atul for a drink but he refused. Anvita was quite happy at his decision.
 
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Vrinda threw a party on her birthday. Anvita chose to wear jeans and tee-shirt with shrugs, and she looked stunning. He noticed heads turning as they walked into the venue. Many of them were familiar, though.
Vrinda welcomed them with a cute smile.
“Hi, Anvi! Wow, your face is shining! Oh my god!”
Vrinda hugged her tight. She hugged Atul too.
“Thanks for coming, Atul. You look really handsome, dear.”
“Say something new, Vrinda. I am tired of these cute and handsome compliments.”
“Oh really? Just got married and you already started showing attitude?”
She tried to pinch at his cheek and he moved back.
Vrinda turned to Anvita.
“You know you’ve become the talk of our circle.”
“How?”
“You’re my friend, the one who ditched my brother.”
Anvita’s face reddened instantly.
“Really, you bitch!”
“Spare me. It’s not my opinion.”
 “Yeah. I know I am gonna be teased.”
Anvita pinched her friend’s soft cheeks. Atul watched on.
“I thought all the dust would have settled down by now.”
“Well, it did for some, but now he’s here.”
 And they saw Varun smiling at them.
“Look at his face, loser face!”
Vrinda ridiculed her brother mercilessly. Varun put his arms around Anvita, holding her close for one and a half second. Then he shook hands with Atul.
“Couldn’t see you the other day. Welcome to the party, my friend. “
Varun smiled without even a hint of a grudge. Atul was quite comfortable.
 
Varun never in the past had a problem with Atul’s relationship with Anvita. Though the former was perfect in his own way for her, he and Anvita were merely friends when Atul met her. In fact, Varun lost her the moment Atul met her, and he knew it only when Atul proposed her.
Atul had asked Anvita about it later.
“If Varun had proposed you before I did, would you have said yes?”
She had her reply ready.
“If he had proposed me before I met you, I would have. But the moment we met, you owned my heart. He lost all of his chances then and there. You were so cute you know that?”
She had pinched his cheeks and he still remembered her smile. Her reply was hugely satisfying. He felt great whenever he recollected her words.
 
Now, Atul was sure that the people in their common circles would compare him to Varun, but he knew that it would change nothing. Anvita was his. And he took pride in that.
Varun introduced Atul to his friends. He already knew many of them. As they mingled with each other, he found the overall underlying emotion the same as Vrinda had mentioned. Anvita was the girl who had ditched the boy; the girl who ditched her longtime friend for the better looking new one. Well, many girls took Atul’s side also.
“I like your hubby, Anvi. He’s so cute. “
Sheetal commented with a smirk.
“She hates muscles.”
Sarin said.
“Of course I hate muscles. What are they good for?”
Mrs Renuka too liked him instantly.
“Anvita, I’d like to ditch my husband for yours.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
 
The party peaked after Vrinda cut the birthday cake. Varun took everyone to the dance floor. Atul and Anvita very soon became the obvious attraction with their moves. They were at the centre and others tried to match their steps. Together, they were creating a small world for them within that crowd, having a great time.
 
Varun picked up the mike addressed the crowd later.
“Yeah, I know I have the loser tag tonight. It’s a fact that I loved her, but I fell into the friend zone and I have no shame to confess that; you know why? Because I am sure half of the men here would love to take this gentleman’s place...” He pointed his finger at Atul, “...and the other half just envy him.”
There was hooting and whistling from the crowd.
“Because, the girl in the question, is an absolute piece of art by the almighty. She’s Anvita.”
Varun smiled at Anvita and she was definitely enjoying the attention now.
“It’s my bad luck that I failed to make my move at the right time and that gives all the single guys gathered here a lesson. That is, please listen to me guys, make your move ASAP. You heard me, I said ASAP – as soon as possible. That says right now, right here.”
More claps and cheers. He waited for it to settle down.
“Just like you all know, I know that I lost my potential girlfriend but not a friend. She’s still my friend and she will always have a place in my heart. Anvita, to celebrate our friendship I invite you to share a few steps with me on the dance floor. Obviously with Atul’s permission which I assume at the moment as I am damn confident about the friendship I share with him despite him stealing my girl forever.”
Atul laughed and toasted to his words. Varun walked to him and took Anvita’s hand. People cheered nonstop as he led her away from him, to the centre.
“Music!”
As the music began, many couples joined them. Atul stood at one side and watched along with others as Anvita took steps with her friend. People clapped to encourage them which Atul thought was unnecessary. Varun led the dance and Anvita responded quite well. On the third song, Atul noticed Varun’s hand tight around her hip. They were literally hugging each other in the pretence of dancing. Atul felt a twinge of jealousy crippling his mind. An image of George dancing with Anvita the other night flashed in his mind.
Sheetal walked up to Atul and invited him to the dance floor. He politely refused at first but she was persuasive enough to take him to the floor.
However, she quickly learnt his lack of enthusiasm.
“You’re embarrassing me, Atul.” She complained. “You are not putting your heart into your moves.”
“My heart is with Anvita.”
“Imagine me as Anvita.”
“You, Anvita?”
“Please!” She looked adorable when she begged for attention.
Atul held her hands and matched steps with her. She was pleased. As the song ended Atul saw Anvita still in the arms of Varun. He quickly moved away from the floor.
 
That night Atul had an altercation with Anvita at home.
“You shouldn’t have danced with him like that,” He criticised her. “You were in his hands. You should have moved away from him after one or two songs.”
“Are you jealous?”
Anvita laughed. She was going to play it down.
“I am possessive about you, Anvita. You are mine.”
“Of course I am yours. Do you think I became his just by dancing with him? If I had left him midway I would have embarrassed him.”
“Why it would embarrass him, Anvita?”
Atul’s voice was stern as he continued, “It would have been perfect. You know, instead, you were giving some wrong identity to your friendship. I was standing aside like a loser and you were dancing... and dancing with your ex-boyfriend.”
“Mind your words, Atul. He was never my boyfriend.”
She frowned.
“I know that. But I want you to remember that. He’s not your ex. Why do you care for his embarrassment but not mine?”
“What is wrong in your head, Atul? We danced together for half an hour then I danced with him a few songs and you heard his words before that. He values our friendship; he was shutting all the talks that assumed like I was his girlfriend. He did the right thing. He cleared all the air. Then what’s wrong in dancing with him?”
She argued and now Atul was at loss for words.
“But you were dancing like ... very intimate with him ... that hurt me...”
Anvita stared at him, looking down on him.
“Please define your concept of intimacy, Atul. “
He couldn’t say anything.
“You were dancing the same way with Sheetal. What difference we had from that?”
“Come on... don't...”
“What don't? You danced with her, didn't you?”
“I stood there twenty minutes waiting for you and she was asking me for long. I refused at first, but then... I couldn’t have embarrassed her more...”
“If you can...”
Atul held his hand in the air to interrupt her.
“Anvita, when I tell you I was hurt by your action, why can't you just believe that I was hurt? Is it so hard to understand?”
She stared at him and the shade of anger she had begun to wear in her eyes vanished in a second.
“I am sorry Atul.” Her voice was soft. “I am so sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean it, not even for a moment. I didn't know it when I was there.”
She hugged him. He felt all the tension fading away.
 
Atul had a loving, understanding wife. He loved her. Though she apologised to him, he had learnt that she wasn’t at fault. It was perfectly normal that she had danced with Varun. It was all in the bright light and in front of everyone. Nothing wrong should be perceived out of it.
In the end, Atul regretted arguing with Anvita. He thought it was perhaps his guilt of being unfaithful that forced him to become too possessive about her.
Next morning he apologised to her.
“I am sorry, baby. I was too possessive about you.”
She smiled and hugged him.
“I know why, so it’s okay.”
The event ended all well in the end. However, it made him realise one thing; that he was growing insecure about her.
 
 
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Nice update...
Eager to what went wrong...why she cheated him...
Is it only because he is not good in bed???

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Chapter 11

Atul

Phone calls between the sisters were regular. Anvita would often pass the phone to Atul. Initially, he felt awkward to speak to her, but Ankita’s indifference to their little misdeed brought him back to his usual self. As time passed, Atul was able to move on, but there was one thing he could not erase from his mind. It was the fact that Sahil had no idea how disappointed his wife was about him. Atul became upset whenever the thought came up.
“Sahil isn’t giving me enough. He has never made me scream. I used to think it’s impossible for me…I am scared, Atul. I am scared I’ll end up doing something stupid with someone else.”
As her words lingered in his mind, Atul saw the inevitable connection with what Rajat had told him earlier.
“She will cheat on him. Mark my words, Atul”
Though Rajat was making the prediction about a non-existing friend’s wife, Atul had those words pierced deep into his heart.
 
Ankita’s voice initially made Atul feel sorry indeed, but it faded away quickly as he tried to see it as Ankita’s fault. One day he was talking with Sahil when he remembered their kiss. He remembered how she was pushing her body against him. If Sahil hadn’t shown up, wouldn’t I have taken her to bed? Atul knew it was wrong but the thought gave him an arousal. He later thought of the various porn videos he had seen before marriage in that a married man made love to his wife’s sister. While making love to Anvita it once crossed his mind and suddenly he was guilt-ridden. But surprisingly it didn’t spoil his night. Instead, he found himself choking Anvita with his kisses. Anvita had noticed it.
“I loved the way you did it.”
She said later.
“Really? What did it I do?”
“You were eating my tongue.”
“It was sweet.”
Atul had begun to make love with her regularly. Though it was pretty ordinary stuff with him coming early in the act, she showed no hint of any disappointment. She seemed to have adjusted with the reality.
 
One fine Sunday evening Atul took Anvita to a hangout street. He ordered some snacks dish and turned to see Rajat standing near. To his surprise, Neeti was with him. She saw Atul and he could see she was embarrassed to be seen with Rajat. Rajat was, however, quick to play it safe.
“What a surprise! Looks like all my neighbours are here! I’ve just met Neeti here, and now you!”
Anvita and Neeti complimented each other with light hugs.
“You look beautiful, Anvita.”
Neeta collected herself very well. They sat across a table and Atul asked Neeti about her husband.
“Mohit is not in town. I was here to meet an old friend and then I found Rajat here. I was curious about Pooja. It’s really sad to hear about her complications. Hopefully, everything will be normal, right?” She blabbered.
 
While returning, Anvita looked at Atul.
“I think they are having an affair.”
“What!” Atul was surprised.
“Did you see how beautiful she looked in that kurta? She’s not wearing a shawl and I am sure he must be eating her alive with his eyes. He was not sparing even me.”
That surprised him. “Really?” He hadn’t noticed that.
She ignored his response.
“If she’s ready to sit with him, it clearly shows her intention. And her body language was also positive.”
Anvita drew her conclusion.
 
That night Rajat was back in his flat. He invited Atul for a drink. Atul would have refused if not for Anvita’s idea. “Ask him what’s going on with Neeti.”
She seemed more enthusiastic than him to figure it out.
And Rajat had no hesitation discussing it once they were a couple of beer bottles down.
“Neeti is giving me sleepless nights, man. She let me bang her with my eyes. She never turns away and she enjoys my torture. She knows I am after her and she’s enjoying all the attention. You know this is the most beautiful phase during the seduction of a married woman. We both know it’s about to happen.”
“What’s your plan?”
“There’s no plan required to lay this one. I will have her sneak into my flat one day, and I am gonna have a lot of fun.”
He was confident.
Atul tried to imagine Neeti in bed with him. He imagined her taking off the yellow kurta she had worn that evening. It gave him an erection.
“Are you visualising her with me in bed?” Rajat asked.
“It’s a real turn-on,” Atul confessed, overlooking his embarrassment.
“When you are horny, you can push your Anvita to your bed and make love to her. And when I am horny, all I can do is to shake myself! What an irony!” Rajat joked. “You are going to do it with your Anvita, aren’t you?”
“Are you visualising me with my wife in bed?”
Atul reverted to his earlier question.
“No. I visualise only when I am alone.”
Rajat was remarkably unabashed. Atul laughed stupidly. “What do you visualise about us when you are alone?”
Rajat smiled at him. “Everything you could do with your wife!”
Atul was becoming tipsy now.
“Everything?”
“Come on I don't wanna piss you off...”
It was like he had said it without saying it. Atul felt an urge to be courageous.
“So you visualise about my wife but not me, huh?”
“That’s a fucking straight question, man!” Rajat stared at him. “But it’s anybody’s guess. Every man lives with a naughty dream of his neighbour’s wife.”
“I don't.” Atul shook his head.
“You are a liar, then...”
Rajat smirked.
“Nonsense!” Atul shook his head in disgust. He felt angry. “No, never. You are too much into this.”
“Come on Atul. I know you wouldn’t like it but I’ve seen you stealing glances of my wife before her pregnancy.”
 “What!” Atul threw his arms up. The accusation was too much to bear.
“Don't deny it. It can't be a lie.”
“It is a lie. Maybe you are looking at Anvita, and to evade that guilt you are cooking up things...”
“To evade guilt, huh? Hahaha!” He laughed aloud, annoying Atul further. He forgot to pick up his drink.
“I swear I haven’t. I don't know what particular incident you are referring, Rajat. I am very serious about this.”
“Okay, I know you. I can accept that you were not doing it deliberately. But you must realise the fact, women, with a well-shaped body, whether it is Pooja or Anvita they deserve to be appreciated by our eyes, and they will be...”
“Does Pooja know you hold this view?”
Rajat ignored his sarcastic voice and picked up his glass.
“Ok, so that means you've been staring at Anvita...and don't you think she’d know?”
“She knows. Every single female body in this world knows when a man stares at her. It’s in their instincts.”
“That’s really shameful then. I can't believe... I am ashamed; Pooja may be thinking me a pervert.”
“Dude you know nothing about women’s mind. They actually take pleasure in that. I will tell you a big secret if you’re listening. “
“Tell me.”
“Women just love to be stared by men, unless they feel threatened.”
“Some like it, yes. It’s not a secret.”
“Not some. Every one of them.”
“No. That’s not true.”
“Everyone - Pooja and Anvita included. If you look at Pooja in a way that makes her believe you’re not planning to bang her but are just appreciating, enjoying her beauty, she’s going to love it. And... And I hope you remain calm when I tell you more; that she’s going to let you stare at her by creating more opportunities to keep doing it!”
It took a moment to sink in but it did, inevitably. And his message was clear.
“Let’s move on to some other topic Rajat,” Atul said calmly.
This man is poison. He thought.
According to him, Anvita not only loves his dirty gazes but also would love to encourage him until unless he became a threat to her.
No. She can't be a fake. She hated his pervert eyes. She hated him. Atul reassured himself and finished his glass.
 
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At the end of that month, there was a party at Atul’s office.
“It was a fabulous month for us. We all know we have been trying hard to stand on our own in the market, and this month a few deals were too good for us... it has put us in the map. We now have an identity. People know we exist, and we are here to stay. Let’s celebrate it together. “
Shreyas toasted to the teamwork. Everyone cheered.
It was Anvita’s first appearance in the office parties. Atul introduced her to his colleagues and their spouses. Anvita wore a blue knee-length dress and she outshone every ladies present. Giri’s wife Shilpa didn't hide her awe.
“I am intimidated by your wife, Atul. She makes me uncertain about my looks.”
“Befriend her, you’ll feel confident.” He retorted.
Anvita was equally enthusiastic to be at the party. She stayed mostly by Atul and she chose to have vodka. As the crowd began to dance, she pulled him to the floor. They danced well and when they pulled out, there were claps from everywhere.
Somewhere at the peak of happenings, Shreyas sought Anvita’s company to dance with him. She politely refused. Shreyas’ wife Anjali was dancing with a friend. She reached up to her husband’s support and asked Atul to take on the dance floor with her. He was ready though he waited for Anvita’s response. Shreyas again put his hand forward.
“Please come, Anvita.” He was very polite, in his usual self.
Anvita shook her head.
“Sorry, I am not comfortable. Please excuse me.” She nodded at him and walked away.
Atul was embarrassed and so was Shreyas. Anjali whispered something to him and guided him away.
 
Atul didn't hide his disappointment while they were returning.
“You shouldn’t have hurt his pride like that. What was wrong with you?”
Anvita was furious. “You should make your stand first, Atul. With whom can I dance with and those I can't; you make a list and give it to me.”
She was referring to his objection to her dancing with Varun.
“Don't be arrogant, Anvita. You are comparing Shreyas to Varun.”
“Yes, why shouldn’t I? Both are just two persons. One is your friend and other is mine. What else? If I am not dancing with Varun then I am not dancing with anyone else as well, except you.”
“Why are you so persistent about dancing with him?”
“Am I?” She threw a stern look at him. “What are you hinting, Atul?”
“You are mad because I didn't like you dancing with Varun, aren’t you?”
“Don’t talk like a fool, Atul! I am mad because you wanted me to dance with your boss only.”
“Mind your words Anvita,” he lowered his voice as he felt the cab driver was listening.
 
“You know,” She spoke further when they reached home. “You have doubts over my character. I don't know what’s going on in your head but I have a strong apprehension that it has to be because you are unable to put up a decent performance in bed.”
It was like a blow to Atul’s ego. He felt his blood boiling and it filling up his head. He could not find words to talk to her.
He wanted to scream but he did not know what to scream. Instead, he threw a pillow on the wall in a rage and broke a couple of glasses when it fell on the table.
“So that’s in your mind, that I am a failure in bed?” He asked finally.
He felt his voice weak and he could do nothing to look strong.
“Did I ever behave like that, Atul?”
“You were suggesting it...”
“I was suggesting what’s in your mind.” She walked up to him and held his hands. “All I want to know is if you doubt my character, Atul. It’s not about you but me.”
Her voice was soft. Atul did not say anything.
“Tell me,” She looked into his eyes. “Do you doubt me?”
He had a strong urge to look away as he felt a sudden surge of remorse and it crippled his senses. He looked down for a moment before he replied.
“No.” He swallowed and spoke. “I have never felt anything about you in that sense. You haven’t done anything that would make me doubt you.”
“Then why were you worried when I danced with Varun? You can watch me dance with George or this Shreyas who was a total stranger to me until today. Both are your friends in the first place. Do you think Varun was my ex-boyfriend?”
“No. No.”
“Then why?”
“There’s nothing wrong even if you dance with Varun, okay? All I said was that you danced with him longer than I expected. It leaves a bad image about you. I would have appreciated it if you had come back to me after a song or two. And even with Shreyas, I didn't ask you to dance with him for the whole night; just a couple of minutes were enough; it’s a part of etiquette. Nothing more.”
“But you were okay with George dancing with me more than that.”
“That was when it was just us, there were just us. Nobody was there to judge us.”
“So the public perception is your concern.”
“Isn’t it everybody's concern? You didn't want to talk about how I performed in bed while we were in the cab. You certainly didn't want the driver to know it.”
“I am sorry for that remark.” She held his hand again and her voice turned even softer. She leaned on him and touched his face. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it. I was angry.”
Atul melt in a second.
“It’s okay.”
 
Within a couple of months, they had a few altercations. Though silly and quickly resolved, it invariably set up an image of both in front of each other.
Atul was losing confidence in his personal life, and he certainly felt he was trying too hard for her. He felt like he is not what she deserved.
“You know I miss good sex… You know a woman can't live like this forever.”
He remembered Ankita’s words and it sank him every time he did.
 
 
 

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You are killing with the endings.....it hurts...
Don't know why you are always choosing good and loving husband to be suffered,cheated and humiliated...
Atleast in this story please write sex scenes as enjoyable to read... not with pain sadness humiliation as in your previous stories...
I think it is not possible as you already revealed Anvita cheated Atul.....

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Chapter 12

Atul

Isha, the only daughter of Chandrakant who lived on the fifth floor of the apartment complex was getting married in a week. Anvita had gone to meet Isha when Rajat visited Atul.
Atul was glad that Anvita wasn’t there.
“Did you tell him?”
Rajat was eager to know if his advice to Atul’s ‘friend’ on his premature ejaculation problem worked or not.
“Yes, I told him; and he was really surprised. But when I gave him the points you said, he was like, I mean, I think he’s going to try it.”
Atul chose his words carefully.
“It’s been many weeks, man. He must have had some results. You should ask him.”
“Yeah,” Atul nodded, “I wasn’t seeing him regularly lately.”
“Call him, then.”
Atul was stuck now.
“No, come on. Relax. We don't poke that much.”
“We’re not poking, we’re helping. You know, when he begins to fuck his wife like a real man, he’ll chase you to thank you. You know that?”
Rajat was very confident about his stupid idea, Atul felt.
“Then we’ll automatically know, won’t we?”
“But we haven’t. That means it’s not working. He must be doing it wrong. We should help.”
Atul really had no idea how to get rid of this gentleman.
 
Luckily Anvita returned and Rajat changed his topic. He smiled at her and she smiled back pleasantly. Atul was surprised a little for there was no hostility in her behaviour which was visible when the topic of Rajat came up last time between them. She had avoided even looking at him when he had visited them last time. Now, she not only looked at him but also maintained good eye contact with him as he spoke to her. She spoke casually, asking about Pooja’s health updates. She also asked him if he was actively cleaning his house or not.
Even more surprising was Rajat’s response. He never looked below her face this time; he was a perfect gentleman. And he managed to leave a good impression on her. She made coffee for all and sat with them. Atul anticipated him to seal the opportunity to talk more but he finished his coffee in a hurry and left.
“I think he was cool this time. He didn't stare at all, did he?” Atul asked Anvita pleasantly.
She picked up the empty cups and walked to the kitchen.
He wondered if she was disappointed at Rajat’s apparent lack of interest in her.
 
 
Isha’s wedding was going to be an exciting event. The wedding hall was a couple of kilometres away. Many families from the neighbourhoods showed up on the eve of the wedding. Atul noticed how Neeti came forward and embraced Anvita like a close friend. They had become close friends, Atul observed.
He smiled at Neeti.
“Where is Mohit?”
“He’ll be here soon. He’s on the way.”
She said.
 
Later, Atul asked Anvita about their friendship.
“Yeah, I have a special interest in her.”
Anvita admitted, “You know, this is a big secret, between you and me; tonight they are going to do it.”
“Who?”
“Stupid! She and Rajat.”
“What? No.”
“Yes. She’s going to sneak into his flat.”
“She can't. Mohit is coming, she told me.”
“She’s lying. He’s not coming.”
“How do you know?”
“Just wait and watch, boy!”
She sounded excited. She was good at extracting information. Atul could now understand why she had a special interest in Neeti.
“Well,” Atul moved closer to her. “Even if they sneaked in there, what do you think they will do in there?”
Anvita turned to him and smirked.
“Do you have no idea?”
“I am asking what you think. Tell me.”
He grabbed her hand and played with it. Anvita watched his eyes for a moment. She bit her lower lips softly, without spoiling her lipstick.
“Okay, I can tell you that.”
She leaned on him to whisper at his ear, “I think they are going to play cards all night.”
She was laughing. She was lovely.
 
Atul was passively watching for Rajat since then. And the last time he saw him was when they were having food. Half an hour later Anvita came back to him.
“Let’s go home.”
“Isn’t it too early?”
“Rajat has left. Neeti is about to leave. Let’s go and find what they are up to.”
“Leave them alone. I will get the details from him tomorrow.”
“Come on, it’s fun.”
She insisted and Atul didn’t want to disappoint her.
 
When they reached the complex Anvita rushed him to their apartment. Once inside, she turned into a true spy.
“Don't switch on the lights. He’s already in his flat. She’ll be coming very soon.”
She peeped through the peephole of the front door.
Atul felt slightly bad. His neighbour’s wife was about to have sex with another man. And he was just waiting for it. Shouldn’t I be informing Mohit about it? His wife was about to cheat on him. When he would reach home tomorrow, he would have no idea that his wife was taken by another man!
It was so sad. Atul felt for Mohit. But Anvita had no such thoughts, apparently. Atul wondered how she’s dealing with her morals.
As if stuck with an impasse, Atul kept himself settled down on the couch in the under-lit living room. Even though the lights weren’t switched on, the small LED light in the aquarium gave him the back view of Anvita. She looked stunning in the maroon saree which she had worn for the wedding. Her round shaped back was so sexy, and the low cut blouse exposed the right amount of the white creamy skin of her backside. Atul saw the tight blouse holding up her breasts when she turned to her left.
Neeti was also wearing a saree that evening and was looking fabulous. Atul remembered. And Rajat is going to have her.
Anvita gestured at him. “She’s here,” She whispered.
Atul got up and she allowed him to peep through the hole. He could only catch a glimpse of Neeti’s back as she walked inside the door opposite which closed immediately. Anvita pushed him aside and had a quick peep again.
“She’s gone inside, did you see?”
He could gauge the level of excitement the proceedings so far had brought about in her, from her voice. He could see her eyes glowing even in the darkness. She looked adorable with all the excitement. He wanted to kiss her right away. The moment he put his arms around her, he felt her warm lips on him. She sucked his lips and darted her tongue into his mouth. Their breathing fused into one. She was as horny as him. A moment later, they were making out madly in the couch. She had dropped the saree off her shoulder and he leaned to kiss over her blouse. He had no patience to unhook her blouse and he rubbed his lips all over the clothes feeling the softness, inhaling her sensuousness. She pulled up his shirt and ran her fingers around his torso. And before he knew, she was unbuckling his belt. He looked up to kiss her again and she welcomed him with a smooch that was drenched in her saliva. She went on to work on his pants and reached inside his brief. He let out a moan as he felt her fingers around his stiff pole. With just one touch he felt he would fall over her.
“Feeling good, boy?”
She looked into his eyes and whispered.
“Yes. Yes. It feels so good honey.”
She bobbed her hand on it and he felt goosebumps. He was being taken to the edge. He pushed her down and knelt on the couch. He hurriedly pulled up her saree along with underskirt, folding them to her waist until he found her panty. He lifted her legs up in the air so as to strip her of it and tossed it aside. She pulled his pants down to his knees and pushed him back.
“Allow me,” She said and grabbed his pole again. Memories of her giving him a blowjob at George’s house flashed in his mind and his dick throbbed under her warm grip. But she certainly had other plans. Grabbing her crimped saree around her waist she climbed on top of him. She sat on his lap with her legs astride him and leaned forward to face his eyes, and she fondled around his pole with her right hand.
“You've grown too big, boy.”
She gushed and swiftly guided it into her centre. He lay there as if helpless and he sensed him diving smoothly into her. She was dripping. It was quick and it was a surprise for Atul. He couldn’t hide his excitement.
“You are all wet too, baby.”
“Mmm, you like it, honey?”
She lowered her face and kissed him harder. And then she pulled herself up, freeing him for a second and dropped down back. He let out a moan like a boy. And she cupped his face and as if to completely overpower him and pressed him down to the couch.
“You feel so good in there, baby.”
Her voice was hoarse. He could say nothing. He was just trying to trace his own existence in the game as she slowly began to ride him. She sat up and expertly moved her hip back and forth without moving her upper body much. And he felt his dick dancing in and out of her slippery hole smoothly. Slowly though she had begun, faster was she riding him soon, throwing her ass up and down, and consumed was she by the lust. She breathed heavily and rubbed her lips all over his face. Altogether it was too much to handle for him, and he let out a groan and grabbed her hands.
“Oh...huh!”
Right then he exploded inside her. He held nothing back and let it flow and kept spurting his hot cum. She was still moving in a hurry. He wanted her to sit tight and let him fill her peacefully. He held her to stop her.
“Baby...”
He panted and pulled by her shoulder down to him. She fell top of him and kissed him, almost choking him. She was panting. He sucked her lips and tongue until he felt her saliva flowing into his mouth. It was sweet.
“I love you, baby.”
He whispered blissfully.
“Mmm...”
She smiled and pushed her tongue again into his mouth. He sucked it madly and hugged her tight.
“Did I last longer?”
He asked when he found them both breathing normally.
“Much longer.”
She commented and he felt good. Finally, it’s coming. He thought.
 
Atul knew it wasn’t enough to satisfy her completely, but there was nothing he could do. He was exhausted. The memory of her sister’s inviting eyes flashed in his mind. He wondered if he would have satisfied Ankita if he had gone to bed with her. Maybe I would; because Ankita is just a human being who doesn’t have what Anvita possessed in her. She can't make me exhausted as Anvi does. Anvita is a goddess. She could take everything off him in one shot. And it would take the hell lot of vigour to satisfy her.
Atul felt proud of owning her.
I am learning. One day I will give her enough pleasure and make her cry into the bliss of an orgasm.
 
Anvita lay at his side in the couch and snuggled into him.
“Let’s sleep here like this.”
She cooed. She was so lovely.
He felt tired and slipped into sleep quite easily.
 
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Monday he had a busy day at the office. Shreyas called him into his cabin and handed him yet another order enquiry. His table was already heavy.
“Let me finish the three reports I already have, Shreyas.”
“I know what you are doing, Atul. You have two days for this one.”
“I need at least four days, else...”
“You don't have. You better get that in your mind.”
“Shreyas, how...”
“You look like you’re the smartest guy in the entire office when we party. I hope you maintain some interest in here too. Finish it in time and meet me with a positive response next time.”
Atul immediately had an apprehension that he’s holding grudge against him since the previous party. He hadn’t been a smiling face with him since then. He knew it was awkward. Shreyas was not the one to forget it. But Atul knew he had the reason to be unfriendly. That’s the most he could do. Atul felt for him.
He went through the order enquiry. A lot of demands were to be met and he needed to consult the operational wing in order to answer all the queries. Despite working at a hectic pace, he could only do half of the needful. It was half-past ten when he decided to call it a day.
It was very late than usual yet he had a companion while he boarded the bus. It was Mohit, coming back home after the out-of-town trip. Seeing his face Atul remembered Neeti entering Rajat’s flat. Mohit greeted him and sat next to him. They shook hands briefly.
“I missed our neighbour’s marriage.”
Mohit remarked later.
Atul looked away and smiled grimly at the irony.
You have no idea what you have missed, my friend.
Atul felt bad for he couldn’t tell him a word about it. If he did, it would ruin two families. If he knew his wife had betrayed him and had stayed in his neighbour’s bed for a whole night, what would he do? He might run to his wife to confront her, to beat her up, and perhaps even to kill her in a rage. He might even jump on Rajat and drag him through the stairs, or push him off his balcony. Or, Mohit might spare them both but him from the agony, by jumping off his sixth-floor apartment.
No.
Atul wasn’t going to say a word about anything. The truth wouldn’t escape his mouth no matter how much he sympathised with this man. Atul was making a promise. He found himself too tired to even think about it anymore.
 
At home, however, the situation was exactly opposite for Atul. Anvita was thrilled to see him. The moment he was in the bed, she jumped on him and embraced him.
“You know what happened yesterday?”
He couldn’t get what she was talking about, at first.
“What?”
“Last night, in our neighbourhood, did you forget it all so quickly?”
“What do you know?”
“I had met her. She told me everything, you know, everything!”
She said in an excited voice. A pang of guilt crossed Atul’s mind. At the deepest corner of his subconscious mind, he felt he was the one - perhaps the only one - who could have stopped it.
“So he fucked her, didn't he?”
He asked with a hope that she would sense his despair.
“She said it was great.”
“Oh.”
It was great. He remembered Mohit’s face.
He had looked tired after the long journey. He hadn’t had enough sleep for a couple of days; nevertheless, he went on to work late at night so that he got home a day earlier and got a day off. And while he was working tirelessly so, his wife was fucking hard, perhaps tirelessly too. How sad.
“When I asked her, Neeti didn't admit it at first. But when I told her I have seen her through the peephole she confessed.”
Anvita was saying.
“She made me promise not to tell anyone, including you.”
She chuckled. “So I am not telling you.”
“You have already told me.”
“I mean the details.”
“What details?”
“You have no idea what he did to her.”
“Then tell me.”
“No, I can't tell you. I promised her.”
Good for you. He thought. At least you are faithful in your life.
Anvita’s hand was playing on his chest. Then he found it trying to intrude his pants. He was hard and it embarrassed him. He wanted his body to behave as sympathetically as his mind did. Instead, it was led by his subconscious mind which was getting aroused at the fact of his neighbour’s unfaithfulness. He wasn’t a saint as he carried himself, he learnt. He pushed Anvita back and put one leg around her, locking her by it. His hands crawled inside her top and mauled her breasts. She faced him and kissed him. He ran his hand down and stuck inside her elastic waistline and then inside her panty. She was expectedly wet, and he let a finger dive into it. He kept pushing and pushing and she hissed and breathed into his ears. 
He spent no time wasting. He extended his hands down and thrust one finger into the wet hole. She was taken aback at the sudden assault. Before she knew, his two fingers were exploring her inside. She hissed a couple of times and succumbed to the pleasure he was providing. She began to moan and breathe noisily.
“Atul...huh!”
Her moans echoed in him. Eventually, he mounted her and pushed himself into her. He was leaking profusely and it was a smooth ride. He kissed her hard enough to choke her and fucked faster. In no time, he exploded inside her and fell at her side. They both panted heavily.
“It was soo good, honey. “
She hugged him tight and kissed him.
 
Next morning when he was sipping his hot morning coffee the doorbell rang. He opened the door and it was Neeti.
She smiled at him.
“Hi, Atul!”
Neeti had come for Anvita.
“Come in.”
He said. As she walked inside he watched her back. Her tight churidar carved her body shape into perfect. She was chubby yet sexy. Her soft lips and plump figure, and shoulder-length hair, altogether made her a hot woman. Rajat had it all for himself. In his bed, he had spread those wonderful thighs in front of him while he must have penetrated her married pussy deepest than her poor husband ever did.
And Atul was amazed to see her pretence as if nothing had happened. She appeared as dignified as Anvita. There was no way her husband would ever find out what she did; of course, unless there is an enmity between her and Anvita.
When Neeti walked out of the kitchen after five minutes, he couldn’t spare her without checking her out. Within seconds he realised he was carrying a boner.
“How’s Mohan doing? Taking rest after the long trip I guess?”
He asked.
“He is okay. He would have gone for work today too, but I stopped him. Not only his boss but I also need him, right? Today he’s mine.”
She joked and left.
And the night before yesterday you were needed by someone else. Atul laughed at the real joke.
“What was she here for?”
He asked Anvita.
“She had mentioned about a part-time job offer. She wanted to give me the details.”
“She has your phone number, doesn’t she?”
“And also she wanted to know if I told you anything. I said no. She begged me not to tell you.”
“No, I will tell her that I know it all.”
He said casually. Anvita turned her face to side as if to hear him clearly, “Then?”
“Then I will blackmail her...”
“Then I will kill you.”
He laughed and ran his arms around her. She turned to face him and kissed him. He caressed around her ass and she quickly reached down at his groin.
“You’re hard.”
He was hard watching Neeti.
“I can't help when you kiss...”
He said and grabbed her ass with his both hands. He mauled her both cheeks and soon they were making out there, in the kitchen. He pulled her up and sat her on the breakfast table. He pulled up her skirt and rubbed along her thighs. She helped him take off her panty and he was very soon entering her. She wasn’t really ready for it.
“Aaah...Aaah...”
She cried shortly as he pushed inside her. Then she hugged him tight until he adjusted well inside her. Once he was fully in, he began to move.
“Good, baby?”
“Mmm…good. I love you...”
She smiled. The pain had vanished. It was time to pleasure. He kept going deep and gained momentum until she leaned back and pushed her pelvis against him. She was enjoying now. He pounded with intend and exploded.
 
That day he was late at the office. Shreyas was waiting for him.
“Where is the report to KLS?”
“It’s almost ready...”
“You’re making me frustrated, Atul...”
Now he knew how he was frustrating him.
“Give me the Able Group report. By 5 pm.”
He ordered with a deadline.
“There was a lot of work to be done on KLS and Able. Which one’s your priority?”
“Both; and it’s your priority, Atul.”
Obviously, it was Atul’s priority. Shreyas wasn’t his direct in-charge, and that put the ball in Atul’s court.
Shreyas met him four times more and Atul could finish Able Group’s report on Wednesday only. He did KLS on Thursday and missed the deadline for CRS on Friday.
“I want the report today, Atul. I’ll wait for your email.”
Shreyas said and left.
At eight he got Anvita’s call.
“Where are you Atul?”
“Oh shit!”
He said.
“It’s eight!”
Vrinda’s engagement was on the next day. He had completely forgotten about it. He couldn’t really believe it.
“I am really sorry honey. I got work and my future depends on this assignment.”
Anvita was angry. She cried.
Atul felt sad.
“Okay, let’s do something. You go. I’ll speak to Vrinda. And tomorrow morning we’ll show up earlier than everyone. Tonight, you go alone.”
He had no other way out and Anvita agreed.
“Come safe, Anvi.”
“Can't you join me there?”
“No, I can't give you a false promise. It’s okay. Hire a cab for you.”
He said.
When he returned home at eleven thirty that night, Anvita wasn’t there.
 
 
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Chapter 13

Atul

Atul telephoned Anvita right away.
She answered on the third ring giving him some sense of relief immediately. Against a loud music-filled atmosphere, she told him everything’s alright there.
“Should I come?”
He asked.
“Can you come?”
“I am already home, baby. You ain’t planning to come back soon?
“Vrinda is asking about you. And Shilpa too. She’s saying she wants to dance with you.”
“Tell her my regards.”
“You are not coming?”
“You tell me. Perhaps you can leave before I could reach you. You tell me.”
“You are tired.”
“Yes. I am.”
“Okay. Take rest. I’ll be there soon. Love you Atul... mmmwaaah...”
She was indeed high on spirits.
 
She’s safe. Atul assured himself and settled down on the couch. He slipped into sleep quickly and woke up two hours later hearing the sound of the door opening. He opened his eyes but lay idle as Anvita entered the house. She turned and waved to outside.
“Bye.”
She said quietly before closing the door.
Atul could see her dishevelled look now. As she began to walk toward the bedroom she noticed him on the couch and stopped as if shocked.
“Atul?”
She spoke in a slurred voice.
“Atul... Why are you sleeping here? Atul... I am home.”
And her voice was cute. She came to him and gave him a kiss right on his mouth. He felt the smell of vodka. She looked right into his eyes.
“Why are you sleeping here? Come to the bedroom. Let’s go.”
She shook him and grabbed his hand.
He walked with her like a child half awake. In the bed, she gave him more kisses; wet and choking kisses. Her hands ran down his chest and he got the reality in a second: she is on. He was fully awake in half a second. She kept kissing him and kissed along his neck to chest to stomach to pull down his shorts. She pulled his semi-hard stick out of its sleep and stuffed it into her mouth. He was in for a treat. She bobbed her head slurping it and jerking it with her hands, making it hard into its fullest in a few seconds. He had to do nothing as she began to suck him harder and deep into her throat. He wondered how she forgets her hygienic rules so easily when drunk. She would definitely forget it by morning. He knew. He wanted to switch on the lights and watch her but he was scared of waking her. He just lay there gasping for breath as she brought him to a gigantic orgasmic explosion and he filled her mouth. She swallowed it all without a trace of objection. It was just heavenly. She kept sucking him even after he was finished. She licked him clean and let out a slight sleepy moan when she pulled it out of her mouth. She kissed it along form the top to base lovingly and moaned again. A few moments later, as he checked her lack of movements, she was deeply asleep, still holding his limp dick.
He slid himself down to her and hugged her tight and kissed her sloppy lips. He felt so good.
 
Saturday they together attended Vrinda’s engagement reception. Varun welcomed him with a warm handshake.
“Didn't she beat you up last night? She was quite drunk.”
He teased her. Atul wanted to thank him to get his wife so high. Really.
The function was a very joyous event.
 
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The job opportunity Neeti had referred for Anvita was in a spoken English institute. Atul wasn’t interested initially. But Anvita was keen to take it.
“It’s just the afternoon classes, Atul.”
Monday morning she went for the formal interview and she phoned him before noon with good news. Two days later, she joined the institute.
 
 
Anvita’s friendship with Neeti resulted in latter’s frequent visit to them. It helped Atul know more about her. Both of her children stayed in their village for studies. Neeti had a job in an ice cream parlour which operated from noon. She and Mohit had been married for fourteen years.
Anvita once mentioned that it was the first time Neeti had a fling.
“But I don’t understand; why did she cheat on him, after all? Is there anything wrong with him?”
Atul asked. He immediately regretted it for he had a gut feeling that he was picking up a wrong conversation.
“What do you mean? You think one will cheat if there’s something wrong with her husband? Like he’s unable to satisfy her needs?”
“I mean to say he has two kids...why now?”
He had again chosen the wrong line.
“Having the kids is everything? Is that the only thing?”
“Are you trying to say she did the right thing?”
“I am saying we can't judge her.”
“Yeah, that’s true. It’s her business.”
“I think she just fell prey to Rajat’s tricks...”
“It was quick anyway.”
“No. You know nothing.”
Anvita shook her head in rejection.
“They were making contacts even before Pooja’s pregnancy.”
“Really? What a waste that man is!”
“Actually Rajat has been a regular customer at Neeti’s shop. He used to buy ice cream for Pooja from her. Pooja loved ice cream.”
“Now he too loves her ice cream.”
The words had gone out of his mouth before he realised, and Atul couldn’t swallow it. He knew it was a cheap remark. Anvita in the past never liked to discuss other’s lives. However, to his surprise, she smiled at him.
Atul was amused.
“What is your interest in these things?”
He asked.
“My interest is what we had last night. “
She was referring to the passionate lovemaking they had in the night before.
 
The sexcapade of their neighbours did mostly good in their life. Sex became frequent and enjoyable than ever before. Anvita’s cheerful stories from her spoken English class and from her neighbourhoods made his evenings wonderful. In her sweet voice, she created a world around him that he never knew even existed. She told him stories about all of his neighbours.
Earlier he used to ignore many of the topmost residents of the apartment complex. Now they were being introduced to him, and he was tempted to follow up them on his own.
“Rakesh, how’s your new house construction going on?”
“Sandeep, your brother’s results are coming this week, isn’t it?”
“Kaushal Ji, when is your son coming from South Africa?”
And everybody asked about his parents too. Anvita had just got him familiar to all of them.
 
Anvita had stories to tell about her language class too. All of her students had apparently become her fans. The Institute’s manager was full of praise at her within a couple of weeks. He was impressed at how she had managed to have maximum attendance in her classes. Nobody was willing to skip her class.
Atul wasn’t surprised. If he was her student, he knew he would have considered himself too lucky.
“If you keep wearing these sexy clothes every day, who can skip your classes baby?”
He teased her.
“Stupid, it’s not my clothes but my way of teaching that’s attracting the students...”
Anvita frowned.
“Yes... I am not ignoring your sweet voice. Boys must have got just lucky.”
“You’re really a pervert. My students include both boys and girls, do you know that?”
 
Anvita proceeded to the institute after lunch and returned home by six o’clock. Atul mostly found her busy in the kitchen when he reached home in time. Many times he was late though.
Anvita had noticed his late arrivals.
“Shreyas is not on good terms with me since you offended him.”
He claimed.
“Next time I won’t just walk away, but I will push him away. Scoundrel!”
“He’s not that bad, I know him for more than two years.”
“But he just doesn’t know how to handle rejection.”
“You know it had become the joke among our work circles. I fear he might have heard about it.”
“I wish it happened. It’s too good. He won’t even come close to me next time.”
 
Even though Anvita had earlier refused to reveal the details of Rajat-Neeti fling, she eventually broke her promise. Every night she used to give him a fraction of details of the forbidden sex. And it led to them to bed, making love out of excitement.
Anvita even told him about how he had gone down between her legs. He was like a man in a desert, thirsty and hungry and Neeti had told Anvita it was awesome. She had wished to stop him first, but once he got going with it, she didn't want him to stop at all. He was really crazy about her.
Anvita was too excited to give Atul those elaborated details. She had fun telling him them.
 
One evening when Rajat invited Atul, he didn’t want to deny. After a couple of drinks of scotch whiskey, Atul wanted to hear the story in Rajat’s own words. He was specifically turned on by the idea of Neeti being pleasured with a tongue assault. He thought it’s some sort of porn stuff.
He was just looking for the right start to get into the story.
“So you got her, didn't you?”
He asked with a coy smile.
“Oh shit! The word is out?”
“No, don’t worry. It’s only me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Believe me.”
“How did you know?”
“I was watching your antics that day.”
“Which day?”
“Which day you don’t remember? Isha’s wedding night, I know, of course!”
Rajat looked at him and slowly nodded.
“Okay, okay. Does Anvita know?”
Atul gave it a thought for half a second.
“I think no.”
“Okay, that’s great.”
Rajat was at ease. He opened up very soon.
“She was desperate, man. I wasn’t in the mood to spoil the night. I could have got drunk and socialise with the guys at the marriage function. But Neeti was like, she said Mohit was coming next day, and he eventually did, you know. I had earlier joked about it like it’s a good opportunity and she took it very seriously. She was desperate, man.”
Atul couldn’t believe it was so easy for him.
“Really? Unbelievable!”
“You won’t believe what she was like in my bed. She was all over me, man. All I had to do is to get rid of my clothes, and she went down on me as if her life depended on it, literally. Right into the back of her throat, she almost made me shoot inside her mouth. She was not stopping and I asked her if she wanted me to fill her mouth. She said she’s thirsty. I had to promise that I would. She as really horny, dude.”
He stopped to take a long sip from his glass.
“And when I was fucking her, she was moving her body against me, it was really hot. When I finished and got up, she sucked me again. She let me fuck her mouth and we did another round when I got behind her. You must have noticed how round her ass looks like. Don't tell me you don't stare at her too. It was like this big...”
Rajat held out both his hands forward as if holding a huge ball.
“So big, and round, and I just held them back pulling her to him, and pumped in. She was groaning like a whore. And I loved it really, really deep in her. She too absolutely loved it.”
“You shot inside her?”
“Why not? She’s always safe. And moreover, she wanted it.”
“Why?”
“Who cares? Perhaps just for the feeling of having it from someone else... for a change.”
He laughed.
 
Atul was carrying a huge boner when he returned. All he wanted was to jump into the bed with Anvita. She was on her periods and Atul tried sitting in front of the TV and tried to relax. He was both in a state of drunkenness and horniness, and it left him restless. A few minutes later, he went to the bathroom and pulled it out. He wanked. A married woman and mother of two, asking another man to cum inside her pussy was too much for him to bear. He too was once invited by a married woman. When he shook faster, he saw Ankita right in front of his eyes. At that moment he longed for her for the first time since that day. He wanted her back and he wanted to make love to her and he wanted to fill her with his live sperm. He groaned a little when he shot over the wall of the bathroom.
“I love you Ankita. I want you.”
He moaned once, at the peak of the madness.
 
That night he slept with a pang of regret. He couldn’t believe his dirty fantasy was about Ankita. What an absurdity! He embraced Anvita in her sleep and sought for her forgiveness in his mind.
 
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Shreyas was getting tenser day by day. Atul was annoyed. He wondered if he would never get over it. A few days later Shreyas approached Atul with his problem.
“We have had that grand party and we are going to have another one, very soon. But the ground is very shaky, Atul. We are not making bigger moves. I fear we are stuck.”
He said.
“That’s absurd. You should be the last one to say this.”
Shreyas shook his head agreeably.
“I’m not sharing my concern with everyone. For them, we look all set.”
“Where’s the problem?”
“We don’t have any of those big ones we were hoping for.”
“It’s not the end.”
“Stop being so positive.”
Shreyas went on to give a detailed outlook and in the end, Atul was convinced.
“Yes. We lack solid offers. Survival is not a progress.”
“Exactly.”
“Do you have a plan?”
“I have a number of clients we can get in touch with.”
Atul went through the list and he saw nothing green.
“These are dead ends, Shreyas. It will be embarrassing to hold…”
“I know that,” Shreyas interrupted. “Atul, in the absence of one good deal, all the good work we have done until now will be forgotten. We will be forgotten.”
“I understand, Shreyas. But how? Can you suggest a potential client from your list that’s somewhat easy to impress? They all have chosen to move on. It’s all dust.”
“None of them are easy, to any extent.”
“Then?”
“I suggest you go and meet each of them on your own.”
Atul put down the pen he was playing with, on the desk.
“Now you want me to work with sales?”
“No.”
“No?”
“We are not selling anything. We are buying.”
“Bullshit!”
“Atul, I want you to take it personally – I know you are very good at convincing people. If you ask someone something in the face, I have noticed that nobody refuses.”
Atul smirked.
“Let me run a test. Please recommend a rise in my pay, my boss?”
Shreyas smiled.
“I am not your boss.”
“You can recommend.”
“But this is not the way you should ask. Convince me.”
“You are tougher than these…” Atul looked at the list again. “…they are in Mumbai and Pune. Nice selection.”
“You must travel. They should feel like you are actively taking interest in them.”
Atul laughed.
“You know all the tricks. Why don’t you…”
“Can I count on you?”
“You’ve praised me enough, man. I am committed to fulfilling.”
 
When Atul told Anvita he will be travelling, she was suspicious.
“Is it still me?”
“No, you have nothing to do with it. Shreyas actually needs my help.”
She was still worried.
“I will be alone.”
“It’s just one day, babe. And you won’t be alone. Your friendly neighbours are still here.”
 
Two days later, Shreyas came back to him.
“I’m attaching Shriya with you. She will assist you during the trip.”
Shriya was friendly and beautiful, but she had never impressed Atul with her brain.
“No. I can handle it myself, Shreyas.”
Atul said.
The first client was in Mumbai.
Thursday, Atul boarded the morning flight and held the talk with a three-member board of the client in the evening. Two were in his favour but one was determined. By the end of the day, Atul was convinced that his first attempt was a failure. He spent the night in a hotel suite and fell asleep early. As he returned, he phoned Anvita and went directly to his office.
“It’s okay, Atul.”
Shreyas said.
“I am glad you were close. Next one hopefully should have fewer members.”
Atul knew it will go on for some time. Even though he was not worried about it in the beginning, it was not easy to move on. The fact that he was close to winning only made it worse. His mind often slipped back to the presentation he held at Mumbai. There has to be an improvement for next time. He was thoughtful and was unable to concentrate on work.
 
“What happened, Atul? Are you not well?”
Shreyas interrupted his calculations.
“Not so well; some sort of a headache, Shreyas. It’ll be alright soon, I hope.”
“You can take rest if you want, Atul.”
He said.
Atul was amused. Is he joking?
He wasn’t.
“I am serious, Atul. Go home. You look tired. I’ll get someone manage your calls.”
Atul was happy to grab his advice. He winded up in ten minutes.
The moment he stepped out of the office, he was breathing fresh and alive. He had no issue with his head and he headed home. He paid the cab driver and walked over to the lift and there she was.
“Hi, Atul.”
Neeti greeted him with a glowing smile. Her face glowed more than usual.
Suddenly Atul was drawn to a fantasy world he was building with Anvita in that he saw this woman pushing a thick meat into her mouth and sucking on it. Atul couldn’t look away from her lips. He felt a jerk in his pants.
“Hello, Neeti.”
He greeted her back, his eyes still on her luscious lips. Soft and juicy. Rajat must have sucked them. And she had them around his meat, letting it slid in and out of her mouth. He was carrying a bone in his pants before he realised it, watching Neeti through a different lens from a couple of feet distance.
Neeti stepped inside the lift and he followed. She carried a small carry bag.
“Mangoes?”
He asked.
“Yup. Mohit loves mangoes.”
He couldn’t help but stole a glance at her breast through the corner of his eyes and he gauged their size when she pressed the button on the wall. Mangoes. Who wouldn’t love them?
As the lift was closed he instantly felt he was transported to some other world. The scent of her body with that of her perfume was all in the air and he felt her growing inside him. He took a deep breath as the lift started to move.
“Your perfume, it’s sweet.”
He blurted out.
Neeti smiled without showing her teeth.
“Thanks.”
The lift stopped and he stepped out half-heartedly.
 
Does she know that I know? He wondered.
He felt Neeti’s smell was still around him. Just a few seconds with her in the lift had him fallen for her allure. The distant thought of Rajat having tasted all of her gave him goosebump and he had to acknowledge the fact that he had begun to envy Rajat. He kept wondering about being him and pressed the doorbell.
His jaw dropped on the floor when the door was opened.
“Hi, Atul.”
Rajat stood there with a smile.
“Rajat... Hi!”
He could barely utter the words.
What is he doing in my house?
Atul walked in carefully and his eyes ran all over his house in a panic, searching for Anvita. A moment later, she showed up at the bedroom door, puzzled.
For one second, Atul couldn’t think of anything. His mind had gone blank.
 
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As usual... loving and loyal hubby will be humiliated...

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