Adultery He, She, Husband (Completed)

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Good to know that you're reconstructing it instead of translating. Hoping you will make some nice changes also in the sudden behaviour of Bhavani.. Keep going, bro..

Will be trying to do that. 

THIS HUNK:  What a sinister cruel intention - rather than just fucking and leaving the wifey , he also wants a life long suffering for hubby

Pure devil  

Marvelous update. Another Rep I added for you.

Eager to see how Vikram uses Wifey's kid, hubby and other players to achieve his goal of bedding wifey and ravaging her

Yes, He wants the thrill that comes from pushing a husband into a dilemma on the loyalty of his wife to him.

Finally a new story from Game40It. Huge fan here!!.
Your stories bring out the absolute carnal desires within an individual.

Keep it Cumming !!!

Thank You. Hope for your continued support and comments. 

Just sharing a thought I had morning today on how story would have ended:  

So Hubby is following Vikram. He is doing so as he see's his wifey also going in same direction as Vikram
Suddenly their kid disturbs hubby and asks to go to bathroom. Hubby takes the kid, finishes off and when about to follow his kid out the door, he hears some moaning
Hubby realizes these are sexual moans and stays back in toilet [occupying one of the rooms]to listen to the moans
The action takes place for 30 min and the moans gradually became sexual screams


Soon Hubbly comes out and puts a under maintenance sign outside, asks his kid to wait even longer and safely now is wanking out his tiny tool based on what he is hearing.
Hubby has emptied all his sack multiple times and totally exhausted. Hubby comes out of bathroom and looking like someone with severe case of Diarrhea
He removes the under maintenance signage and takes his kid to a set near the bathroom
After few minutes, He is shocked to see Vikram coming out of same bathroom. So Hubby concludes, it was Vikram who was fucking
Hubby is interrupted by wedding folks and end up calling his wife to come and be present in front of marriage
Wifey says she is in bathroom and will be out shortly.


Hubby waits patiently with his kid arranging his dress/combing his hair etc and by chance turns around towards the bathroom
Hubby is shocked to see his wife there in front of Men's bathroom door - just where Vikram was standing few minutes ago
Wifey looks all tired, hair kumkum washed away, few red areas noticed near neck/hips/back/hands.
Hubby asks what and wifey says she is having some allergic reaction and went to wash her face and freshen up
Wifey questions Hubby's tired look and Hubbly says something on lines of stomach upset


Both stand in front and get the wedding done. 
But Hubby is doubtful that it was his wifey inside the bathroom. Neither can he question her nor confirm.
He is never the same from that day onwards.

Nice imagination.  Thank you for the effort.

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Very nice story

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Wonderful bro

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Nice start, once I tried to translate the Tamil version using google to read it in English as I was addicted to Game40it stories. But the translation was pathetic, and I discarded the idea. Thanks, brother, for doing that thing yourself. Keep rocking.

I know, google translation has it's limitations though it has improved somewhat over time. Hope to entertain all of you again

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My appreciation to all for your comments. I have almost finished my next post. Probably will be posting it tomorrow.

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Chapter 2 – She wages a losing battle.

She
 
Before this Vikram only used to let his eyes roam all over my body from afar but now since he had got my intro he made it a point to come and talk with me every now and then. He seemed to have all sort of excuses to come to where I was. I must admit though that I was not irritated by his frequent interruptions in fact after some time I was looking forward to it. There were a lot of tedious preparations that needed to be done for a wedding ceremony. I was assigned to do some things which I had no option but to do. Not only that but I liked the feeling of getting a lot of attention from a young man. Especially when that young man was such a good looking and charming man. I kidded myself that the reason I welcomed his interruptions was that he was very humorous and this helped to overcome the boredom of doing the tasks I had to. I tried not to laugh too much at his jokes and comments. I was aware that my husband must also be watching us. I didn’t want to be upsetting him. I knew that Vikram was flirting outrageously with me but I didn’t mind that. This was just some harmless fun and this isn’t going to lead to anything or so I thought. Time would show me how utterly wrong I was. Rarely it happens that a man would look at a woman in a certain way that the woman instantly recognises. It is a look that says that he is smitten with her. It is a look that tells her that he finds her to be the most attractive woman he has ever met.  Which woman wouldn’t be pleased that a man feels this way about her? At the same time a man seeing another man looking at a woman like that would know what’s on that man’s mind.  I saw such a look from Vikram when he let his guard down. So, if my husband were to see Vikram looking at me like that he would have understood Vikram’s intentions. I hoped that Vikram would be discreet when my husband was around. I already think that my husband is suspicious of Vikram.
 
On my part my inner reaction to this was causing me concern. When Vikram would make humorous comments that would make me smile. I would also reply in kind. In a way it showed to Vikram that I welcomed the attention he was giving me. I was basking in the warm glow of his adulation. There was also difference in my behaviour when my husband was watching and when he was not around. When my husband was around my behaviour was a bit constrained but when he was not around it was as if I was encouraging Vikram’s attention.  Another thing was Vikram would every now and then let his eyes briefly run over my exposed hips, my breasts while talking with me and often when he looked at me I could see the lust in his eyes. As a married woman I should have been offended and angry. I felt none of that instead it caused a pleasant agitation within me. This was a young man who I couldn’t get angry with. I had a tough time hiding from him (and my husband), this feeling of liking that I had for him. Was it that while he could have had the pick of the women who were present here he seemed to have eyes only for me? So many girls attempted to flirt with him with him here but he wanted to flirt only with me. Once again he was walking towards me. He was taking advantage of the fact that my husband and the bride’s uncle had gone out to do some urgent purchasing.
 
“You are always busy you know. All you have to do is ask me and I’ll do anything for you,” he said with a smile.
 
“It’s okay, I can manage, thank you,” I replied.
 
“It’s not that, you seemed to be burdened with a lot to do. That’s why I offered to help.”
 
“It’s no problem for me, there are others who need help, why don’t you help them.”
 
“No use helping others, if I help you I could get something that I like very much,” he said with a mischievous smile.
 
I was shocked at his boldness. What did he think I was? All he had to do was make some moves and like a cheap woman I would fall for him? I was squatting on the floor and doing some arrangements. “Whaat?? I said as I got up and stared at him.
 
It was not only his words that caused me to react in this manner. As I had been squatting his eyes had been fixated at my cleavage. He was staring at my ripe flesh as if he wanted to feast on them there and then. He was wetting his lips with his tongue. It was as if all he had left to say was directly tell me that only then he could get to taste my hanging fruits. While I was outraged I also could feel my nipples getting erect. Luckily my bra would have prevented him from seeing my stiff pointed nipples pushing against my blouse. If then he would have thought my display of anger was just a sham.
 
“Hey don’t get angry and look at me like that. What I meant was getting your smile as a prize for helping you. You know you have a very beautiful dazzling smile. That smile could light up any room. It would be worth helping you just to see that smile,” he said disarmingly as he flashed a charming smile.
 
My anger dissipated almost immediately. Was I reading too much into what he was saying or doing and over reacting? “Don’t you tease me like that. You say all sorts of nonsense,” I said with a sheepish smile.
 
“I really mean it. Saying your smile was enchanting won’t do justice to it.” I blushed on hearing him say that.
 
“By the way what did you think I was meaning?” This time I definitely knew he was teasing me. How can I tell him what I actually thought he had meant? My face became even redder. “Oh nothing, forget it,” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.
 
It had been so long that someone had complimented me in this sweet manner. Which woman would not succumb to praise and develop a liking for the man complimenting her like that? My husband during the initial year or two after marriage used to do this but now he seemed to be taking me for granted. Oh, why does marriage kill off the romance I thought with regret. It was maybe because as they say man is practical and woman is emotional.
 
Husband
 
It seems like now my fulltime job had become to keeping an eye on that rascal Vikram. It seems that keeping an eye on me also meant keeping an eye on my wife. That was because he took every opportunity he could get to go and talk with my wife. I was seeing a man attempting to seduce my wife right in front of me and I was not in a position to make an issue of it. If I were to make a scene, what was till now only known to the two of us (three?? maybe my wife knows too) would be known to everyone. The embarrassment wouldn’t be only for Vikram but for me and my Bavani too. After that people would snicker secretly when they see us. So, I was feeling helpless. Even when his friends call him to be with them he would somehow find an excuse to go and talk to my wife. As I was a close relative to the bride’s family I too was given some responsibilities that required me to go out every now and then. Therefore, I couldn’t always watch him. Every time he came up to my wife, he would spend no more than two or three minutes. Initially my wife’s responses would be monosyllabic but over time I could see her trying to control her smile at what he was saying but failing to do so. At the beginning she would be immersed in her work and just nod to what he said or just say a word or two. Now their comfortableness together had gone to extend where she would look at his face as she answered. Her smile and sometimes outright laugh at what he had been saying caused a great disturbance within me. I could see he had the gift of the gab to be humorous and interesting, both strong ingredients for successful seduction. This seemed to be true of all scoundrels who were intent in seducing another man’s wife. It could be amusing to see this happen to another man but when it could happen to you only then you would know how distressing it is as I’m knowing now.
 
My only consolation was that with so many people being present around his efforts on getting my wife is unlikely to be successful. However, that didn’t mean I was completely confident that nothing could happen. The look and smile she gave him when he said something to her was the cause of this lack of full confidence. That look and smile indicated to me that she was getting attracted to him. Or on the other hand this was just my overheated imagination because of jealousy and the smile she gave him was just a smile of friendship. This dilemma of not being sure was causing this upheaval in my mind. Knowing for certain what was happening would also help me decide on a clear path of action to stop it. What if I was to tell my wife to stop talking to him? She could get upset and angry with me for doubting her character and faithfulness. Or she could think derisively of me for having such a disgraceful thought about an innocent interaction between two people. At the same time hesitating to take any action because of wanting to show that I am not suspicious and above such low thoughts can in itself become a problem. That scoundrel can take advantage of that to successfully seduce my wife and bed her. For a moment an image of my wife and Vikram being completely naked and lying entwined together in bed. I felt like an ice pick had been plunged into my heart. Even this fleeting image of something that had not happened caused this much pain what if this actually happened between my wife and Vikram. If I ever were to see such a scene I knew that I would fly into a rage. I don’t know what I would be capable of doing at that time. Another chilling thought came to my mind. What if my wife had fallen victim to his charms and had given herself to him without me knowing but at the same time I being aware that a closeness had developed between them? My whole married life would be consumed by my confusion and distress in not being certain if my wife was an adulteress or not. How can my relationship with my wife ever be the same again?
 
He
 
I was much more confident now that I would be getting that sexy voluptuous body for my pleasure. From behaving with a bit of hesitation and doubt with me she was now looking at me with some fondness. I was not so unworldly wise not to recognise that look of a woman. More so she had even started indulging in some light flirting. What I had to do next was to spark her desire. If I had enough time and if I also got the opportunity to frequently spend time with her alone I was certain I would succeed in my intention. But that was the problem, I didn’t have much time and therefore could not make my moves patiently. At the same time on having spent this brief time with her I was certain she was ripe for seduction. Having a fair number of years of married life pass by, with days spent on routine chores and nothing interesting or exciting happing in her life she would be in that vulnerable state of mind for that to happen. She being in this situation it needed a right man to ignite her desires and prompt her to indulge in this deliciously sinful act. I wanted very badly to be that man. Chance and fate had decreed that I should meet this lovely and sexy homemaker and I was not going to miss this chance given to me. I knew that she knew I wanted her. That my efforts were not just out of friendship and that I had ulterior motives. Yet she enjoyed my flirting, liked what I was trying to do. This was the main reason for my confidence.
 
Her husband, poor guy, was stuck in a situation most husbands were stuck with. He was not in a situation to give her all his attention. He had duties and responsibilities both to his family and the organisation he worked for. Like any man he wanted to progress in his career and that would eat into his time. All these responsibilities would be stressful to him. Sometimes when he comes home after a tiring day of work and duty his need for sleep is far greater than his need for sex. Their minds would be pre occupied with worries about their work, career and the future well being of their family. This would be true almost of all responsible husbands. But men like us however has only one thought and one goal. How we are going to get another man’s wife for our pleasure. To put it crudely, how to drive our cocks deep into the pussies of women and rob the chastity of the wives who till that point had been faithful to their husbands. In my experience I have seen that having sex with wives who stray because they wanted sexual satisfaction that they didn’t get at home was mush more pleasurable than at plucking the virginity of a female. There was no comparison at all on which gave you more ecstasy. The body, mouth and cunt of a sex starved experienced wife wins hands down all the time over that of an inexperienced woman. I knew this from personal experience because I had already been involved in two adulterous affairs. When with me there was no hesitation or inhibition in indulging in all lewd actions which they did not want to do with their husbands for fear that he would think of them as being wanton women.  Even leading actresses in phonographic movies would lose to them. The actresses did it for money but these wives did it for pleasure. They don’t fuck only in the bedroom but they will open their cunts and fuck with their lovers in the hall, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the floor, on the sofa, on the dining table etc. They would like to fulfil all their fantasies with their lovers but with their husbands they behave as proper, decent women who only have sex in the appropriate place that is their bedroom.
 
Of the two woman who had been my lovers, one was a forty-years old who for the very first time had sucked a cock when she had sucked mine. My hot load was the very first time she had swallowed sperm. When I asked her why she said she wanted to know how it tasted. The other woman was a thirty three-year old woman gave me her arse hole virginity as my gift for my birthday. But these two women were nothing when compared to Bavani. This was a woman who had the sultry look of suppressed sexuality. Here was a combination of innocence and sexiness, of glamour and earthiness. Her voluptuous body promised much. I wanted to find out how much exactly. I wanted my lips to be pressed tightly against those rosy succulent lips of hers. My tongue must scoop the nectar that was her saliva directly from her tongue. Those soft juicy lips must feel the strength of my stem as they are wrapped around my hard rod. I wanted to discover all her hidden treasures as I slowly undressed her. I wanted to see eyes swoon, her lips gasp and tremble, her face contorted in pleasurable agony as my big tool entered her faithful married honey hole for the first time. The images of all these things happening was so arousing that I felt like going to the restroom and getting immediate relief. But no, I wasn’t going to do that. My hot thick spunk would be released only inside that sexy married woman.
 
She
 
I didn’t expect he would act so forward so fast. All this while our interaction had been limited to him talking to me for a few minutes and walking away. I had become so comfortable with him that I started calling him Vikram while he still addressed me as Mrs. Bavani, or madam. This was only right as after all I was older to him. (though by only two years). For the first time his hand brushed lightly against my hip, as if by accident, as he turned to walk away after speaking to me for a while. But what I felt was that was no accident. He had done that on purpose. Knowing this I should have been more careful the following times he came around. Now his hand or his body brushing against mine was a more frequent occurrence. My reaction amazed even me. I let it happen and did nothing to prevent it and my body would shiver slightly whenever it happened. Thinking that this was all that could possibly happen between us I started enjoying the thrill it was giving me. Tomorrow after the wedding was over, he is going to be somewhere else I’m going to be somewhere else. It was unlikely we would ever meet. We would be nothing to each other then so why not enjoy this small adventure which I was not going to allow to lead to something else anyway. But this Vikram is bold, I give him that. He is able to arouse me with these small ‘accidental’ brushes. I acknowledged it as the evidence of that was in the moistness that had formed in my pussy. Well Vikram may ignite the lust in me but the person who is going to douse that fire is my husband. This was just a secret exciting interlude for me. I had no intention of giving myself to him. When I get back home after this wedding, whether my husband is tired or not I wasn’t going to leave him alone. I will definitely have a romp with him in bed. I haven’t been this sexually stimulated for a long time. What I had failed to take seriously was that if you play with fire there is every likelihood that you could get burnt.
 
Since I was allowing him to take these small liberties with me without showing any objections to what he was doing he took it as a sign that I too welcomed it. He started getting bolder with me. One time the various jewellery, other precious ornaments and clothes that the bride was to wear was being displayed and examined by us. It was all placed at a corner on a table. A group of us especially ladies gathered around the table to look at it. Apart from the clothes of the bride there were sarees for close relatives like me. Since there was on circle of people who were already standing around the table I and some other ladies formed the second circle with all of us tiptoeing and leaning forward to look. Suddenly I felt someone pressing from behind me. The persons groin was pressed against the globes of my buttocks. Instinctively I knew that must be Vikram. I couldn’t move away because there were ladies standing tightly pressed against me on both sides and also behind me on either side. Nevertheless, I tried moving away but my attempt only caused the soft flesh of my buttocks to rub against his groin. The result was I could feel something pressing between the two globes of my buttocks. My god, it was large and very firm. My situation was no different from that of women who had to travel in our crowded buses. Young men (sometimes older men too) would take advantage of this to stand behind women or aunties they fancied and rub their cocks against the women’s buttocks. Some women would try their best to move away if possible, some women just endure it as something they cannot do anything about and there are a few women who actually enjoy that. Which category was I? The women who didn’t like it would not make a big issue out of it and draw everyone’s attention because of the embarrassment of all eyes being on them. What had been known to only her and the man pressing against her would now be known to everyone. So, they stoically tolerate what was happening.
 
There was another category of women. Those who really do not want such things happening to them but sometimes when the man who was taking advantage of the situation and was rubbing against happens to be attractive and to their liking they would get aroused in spite of themselves and would enjoy the secretive caressing. I was of this category. I slowly got aroused as he rubbed against me and I unconsciously pushed my buttocks back to make our bodies to be pressed even tighter. ‘Nice’ Vikram said and the people around would have thought he was meaning the jewellery and clothes. Only I knew that he was referring to the pleasure he was getting from luscious buttocks. My arousal was causing my fluid to seep inside my pussy. My nipples hardened to press against my bra. I could feel that he must have an impressive male specimen. At that time somewhere in the inner reaches of my mind a desire had taken shape to want to know how well he was actually equipped but I was not aware of it at that time. There was a pleasurable sensation emanating from the nether regions of my hip and spreading throughout my body. This was so wrong I should stop it … but the feeling was so nice.
 
“Bavani you idiot… what are you doing. Remember you are a decent married housewife. How can you enjoy this?” I scolded myself.
 
But yet my body was slowly surrendering to this virile young man. He was exposing a weakness within me that I did not think, or want to accept, that I had. My breathing became faster but shallower. The muscles of my stomach would alternately tighten and relax. My legs felt weak, they started to tremble slightly. I did not know what to do. Luckily the father of the bride inadvertently came to my rescue.
 
“Okay everyone, I think everyone has seen it enough. We have a lot of things to do so lets get back to work,” he spoke out loudly.
 
Everyone started dispersing at that time. Vikram too had no choice but to move away from my body. What happened next shocked me and sent a chill through my spine. My husband was walking towards me. As Vikram crossed pass my husband he said something to my husband as he walked away.
 
Husband
 
I had just returned back after about half an hour or so. I was sent out on a chore that I was reluctant to do as it would have meant leaving my wife at the mercy of Vikram. But I had no valid reason to decline and so I ended upgoing outside. As soon as I returned the first thing I did was to look for wife. My eyes looked around the hall but she was not to be seen anywhere. Also, I noticed Vikram’s friends loitering just outside the house but Vikram was not with them. This sent me into a panic. Had Vikram taken advantage of my absence to drag Bavani off to somewhere lonely. The half hour I was away was more than adequate time for the worst thing I feared to have taken place between them. I realised that by thinking this I am questioning my own wife’s morality but an anxious mind doesn’t think rationally. Letting a womaniser like Vikram to be alone with my wife is always going to be dangerous (for me). The fear on me was rising when I saw a large group of people standing around a table at the far end of the large hall like living room of the house. I could just make out my wife to be standing there among them but she could not be seen properly as others standing there were obstructing my view. In any case I felt great relief that she was here and not alone with Vikram in some lonely place like an unoccupied room or the garden behind the house. My relief was very short lived. I could also see Vikram there. (Where else would he be, If my wife was at some place he was sure to be there too). What was alarming was he was standing right behind her and very close. Was his body pressed against her? As I started walking towards them I could see my wife’s eyes looking here and there in a sort of agitation. What was Vikram doing to cause it? Was the agitation because she didn’t like what was happening or was it because she like it but was conscious that others may also notice what was happening. Before I could get a clear view of them both the brides father said something to disperse the group of people.
 
I was disappointed that I could confirm what had happened or maybe there was relief in me that I was not able to see what had happened as after all in this case ignorance would surely be bliss. Vikram was actually walking towards in my direction as he had to cross me to go outside where his friends were. He had a victorious smile like he got something that he didn’t expect. As he walked his unconsciously pressed down on the lower part of his zip. I saw that it was bulging at that place and what caused greater alarm to me was that the bulge was visibly large. Oh my god, was this scoundrel also equipped with an impressive manhood. It was obvious he had an erection but why? The reason that I could think of as to why it was so was upsetting to me.  Seeing him standing directly behind her it was logical that he was pressing against her and hence the reason for his hardon. But why didn’t my wife stop him? Was it that she was unable to do so or that she liked him doing that?
 
His eyes widened in surprise as he saw I was coming in the opposite direction but soon his smile became even broader. “Hi Mr. Mohan,” he said as he walked pass me. Was it pity in the look he gave me?
 
I went up to my wife and asked,” Bavani, what happened here? Why the crowd?”
 
“Nothing dear, there were some jewellery and sarees, clothes etc that we were looking at. There was even a saree for me there that they bought for me,” she tried to be as casual as possible but I could see that she was flustered.
 
The alarming thing was she did not talk about Vikram or complain about his behaviour to me and her eyes avoided mine. It was clear to me that she was hiding things from me. Was it because she didn’t want to make it an issue and cause trouble at a relative’s wedding thereby also upsetting me or she just didn’t want me to know what took place between her and Vikram?
 
He
 
Her buttocks were so soft but I knew her flesh would be firm and shapely. When my cock rubbed against that beautifully flaring buttocks it felt so good that my erection was almost painful as it was confined by my clothes. I don’t know if this was just my imagination or what but it was that I could feel the heat emanating from her cunt. It stands to reason that with all the clothes in between us it was just a feeling and not real. What was true however was that this was one very hot figure, so her pussy must be hot too. Just you wait Bavani Mohan, very soon I’m going to shove my rock-hard flesh deep inside your warm and wet treasure hole I promised myself. After getting a view of how beautifully her buttocks flared out from the curves of her hips I decided that the first time I fuck her I am going to do it from behind.  Every time I bang in my groin must slam against the two soft mounds of her buttocks.  The force of this must make her breasts sway like a pendulum. Seeing that must arouse my lust further. What was disappointing to me just now was that I got to press my cock against her buttocks for not more than three to four minutes. Everyone was asked to go about their tasks after that. But what was giving me hope and happiness was that after a while of trying to escape Bavani started responding to rubbing. My erection was actually lodged in between her two globes. Even despite the hindrance of my clothes she must have felt my rod insisting on pushing in between the two soft flesh mounds. After a minute or so of resistance Bavani was pushing back too ever so slightly but hard enough for me to feel it. It felt like she too wanted my cock to reach her waiting pussy lips. I could not directly hold her by her hips because of the people around. So, I let my hand hang loose and every now and then rub her thighs lightly. Pity her saree prevented me from touching the taut stretched skin of her thighs directly. If she had any doubt before about my intention she shouldn’t have any now.  She would now know that my intention is to bed her. If she gets upset with what I did and complains to her husband then she was not likely to stray in her marriage. But if she doesn’t than I have a chance.
 
I must admit I had not got such a huge erection in a long time. As I was walking away I had to adjust my stiff prick which was making it difficult for me to walk. I unexpectedly saw Bavani’s husband walking in my direction. He had seen me adjust my cock in my pants. Did he also see me standing pressed against his wife? Even if he had so what. I liked this feeling of him being helpless as he watched my attempts to seduce his beautiful wife.
 
I just smiled at him and said,” Hi Mr. Mohan.” In my mind I said, your wife’s arse is so soft and pliable. Your wife’s arse is superb. Even with my pant and her saree preventing my cock from directly pushing into the crevice of her two mounds it was still causing pleasure to shoot in me.  So, when I rub my cock directly on your wife’s arse it’s going to feel super. You know, your wife is going to enjoy it too. The arrogant and victorious smile I gave him must have made him realise something had just happened between me and his wife.
 
As I walked out through the front I turned my head to look at them. He was asking her something and her reply to that was very brief. So, it looked like she was not complaining to him about what I had done. On top of that she avoided looking at his face. That for me is the reaction of a woman who was feeling guilty. She too must have felt pleasure when I rubbed my cock against her bottom. She must be feeling guilty because she enjoyed this illicit pleasure that a decent housewife should not have. This was wonderful, she has started hiding things from her husband. A wife who starts doing this is ready to go further if the right situation arises.
 
“Vikram, you lucky bastard. That unspoilt loyal pussy would soon be yours,” I congratulated myself. Now I have to plan my next step.
 
She
 
I never thought that he would be so daring. With so many people around, he was still bold enough to rub his ‘thing’ against my behind. That too that thing that pushed on my buttocks felt so big. My husband too used to do this quite often when we were newly married. That is while I was busy in the kitchen or dusting some thing that needs to be cleaned he would suddenly come up behind me and hug me from behind. His penis too just like this rascal’s penis would become erect. My husband’s tool however had never pushed like this in trying to get in-between the parting of my two rounded balls or maybe I didn’t feel it. But Vikram’s I could easily feel. This rascal Vikram must really be equipped with a very large manhood.  Hmm as my girlfriends had teasingly said many times before, when a large cock enters our pussy and starts pumping the pleasure would be mind-blowing. For a fleeting moment the thought came of how it would be to experience that for real. I immediately scolded myself that a vulgar thought like that shouldn’t come to a decent wife like me.
 
I was shocked when my husband came up to me just a minute or so after Vikram left. I was worried if he had seen anything. I told him nothing of what Vikram did even when my husband asked me what was happening. I found it difficult to look at his face and talk. I felt guilty that I had allowed someone who I had just met, that too a man younger than me, to rub his private part on my buttocks. That alone would not have caused such a great feeling of guilt. That I started enjoying it was what that made me feel this way. That he was starting to have an effect on me undeniable. At the same time, I could not fool myself by denying that I was getting excited and aroused.
 
“Bavani, you have to be careful. This is very dangerous for your marriage and family life. Don’t give up your chastity that you guarded so carefully to this obvious Romeo,” I warned myself.
 
However, what could not be denied was that the emotions that are making me flounder in my resolve was very exciting and giving me a glow of happiness. Actually, I was in a grip of emotions and could not keep talking to my husband. I gave an excuse that I have something to do and quickly went to the bathroom that was at the back of the house. I quickly closed the door and latched it. I leaned on the door trying to control my emotions. How much that rogue has stirred my hidden desires. My hands pressed against my womanhood over my saree. There was a sensitivity in my pussy that when my fingers pressed on my pussy I felt a bit of pleasure. I rolled up my saree up to my hip and pulled down the black panties I was wearing. There was a thin shiny line at the bottom centre of it. The shininess was because that place was wet. I was both embarrassed and excited at what caused that wetness. That rascal had caused this to happen just by letting his body press into mine. I opened the lips of my pussy to examine how wet I was. That was my mistake. The touch of my fingers on my most intimate part felt so good that I could not take it away. The sensation of pleasure I felt now I had never felt before. It just showed the heightened state of arousal I was in. If I want to still be a faithful wife I have to douse this heat of lust soon. Otherwise I may give in to Vikram’s seduction and let him be the one to do it.
 
With the wedding festivities and all the people milling around I can’t call my husband to have sex with me. But I also realised how contradictory this reasoning was. If it was not possible for me and my husband to have sex with all the people around then how would it be possible for Vikram to do that. The reason for this was deep down I thought that my husband was incapable of finding a way to sleep with me even if he was desperate to do so but Vikram would find a way and take my body if I was willing to allow it. I was feeling so hot and aroused that the only option I had was to help myself. I had not masturbated since my college days but now I was going to do that. My fingers slowly pressed on my pubic mound. I started massaging my breast over my blouse. My fingers slowly splayed open my nether lips to reach my clitoris. As my fingers gently pressed and rubbed on the sensitive bud it too swelled up like a little penis. I started moaning very softly as pleasure slowly pervaded through my body. I tried to imagine that it was my husband’s fingers were rubbing my swollen clit but as I closed my eyes to enjoy this self-pleasure that rogue Vikram’s face intruded in my mind pushing my husband’s face aside. I jerked and opened my eyes. I immediately took my fingers away from my clit. No … no, this is not right, how can I think of Vikram in place of my husband. I tried to do this several times but each time Vikram’s fingers slowly replaced my husband’s fingers. When my husband pulls me to him and kissed my lips Vikram would push him aside and take his place. I was slowly losing the battle as when Vikram came into my imagination and his lips and fingers played all over my body the pleasure that came rushing into my body was so much more intense than when I thought of my husband. I gave up and gave in to my desires. Vikram was enjoying my body and I was enjoying it. I reasoned if I just satisfied my desire imagining having sex with Vikram then this imagination itself would quench my lust for him. Getting sexual satisfaction with this may become enough for me and I won’t give in to Vikram in reality. It didn’t strike me as to how foolish this reasoning was at that time. I didn’t recognise then that is would only increase my curiosity to find out how actual sex would be with him. Now foolishly I gave full reign to my imagination in having adulterous sex with Vikram.
 
“sssss…ohhhh…Vikram….” I moaned softly conscious that there were people close by as I imagined Vikram’s lips on my body.  
 
Now Vikram’s lips from sucking on my luscious lips slowly moved down to my nipples. He bit it gently and liberally brushed his saliva on the erect stem. He pulled my nipple s deep into his mouth and sucked hard. Our tongues were duelling like two broadswords.
 
“ssss….suck my nipple hard you rascal.”
 
I reach for his cock. It is so hot to touch. My fingers wrapped around that large tubular flesh. I shyly looked at it and was astounded to see the size of it.
 
“Do you like my cock Bavani?”
“Hmm..hmm.”
“Do you want it?”
“hmm..,”
 
“Do you want it inside your cunt?”
“Yessss….”
 
After all this was just my imagination so why restrict myself in indulging in this illicit intercourse.
 
“You will love it when it pushes into your cunt,” he promised me. In reality my fingers started rubbing faster on my swollen clit. My own imagination was maybe bringing out my long-suppressed desires and longings.
 
Vikram pushed me down, I eagerly went down on my knees in front of him. He rubbed the head of his cock on my lips. My mouth sought to grab that huge hard flesh. Vikram was one who insisted on what he wanted and took what he desired. He wanted his monstrous cock inside my mouth and was demanding that from me by rubbing his cock on my lips. My husband on the other hand would have to beg me before I decided if I wanted to give him that pleasure or not. Maybe I wanted a man to be the take charge type. I took the head of Vikram’s cock in my mouth and keeping it in my mouth I turned my head slightly to see my husband holding his cock in his hand looking pitifully at us. Vikram laughed seeing the look on my husband’s face. He held my head in both his hands and pushed his cock right up to my throat. As he fucked my mouth I sucked his cock as fast as I can.
 
I was getting closer to getting a huge orgasm. I needed Vikram to take me now. He made me get up and lean forward bending at the waist with both my hands on the wall. He lifted my one leg hooking below the knee with elbow.
 
“Place my cock at the entrance of your honey hole,” Vikram commanded.
 
I was eager to comply. For the first time I will know how wonderful a big rod feels like when it is poking inside of you as the whispers of my girlfriends implied. His one hump and the whole cock was buried in to the hilt. I gasped as his big pleasure weapon stabbed into my moist opening.
 
My husband stood beside me looking at us with sad unblinking eyes. That was the trigger my imagination needed. “ang…ohh…ohh..ohh…” I shuddered as I got an intense orgasm.
 
As I slowly opened my eyes I came back to the reality of being alone in the bathroom. I hoped this orgasm would be enough to ease my sexual tension and my mind wouldn’t start wondering how thrilling illicit sex was. When I took my fingers off from my pussy it was dripping with my viscous release. My orgasm had and been so immense my pussy was soaked. I cleaned up hurriedly and got out of the bathroom. What made me tensed up was that Vikram still occupied my thoughts. Now more so than before. My battle to remain as a housewife true to her husband is going to be harder than I anticipated. 

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 . . . . . . . . . . . . Suddenly I felt someone pressing from behind me. The persons groin was pressed against the globes of my buttocks. Instinctively I knew that must be Vikram. I couldn’t move away because there were ladies standing tightly pressed against me on both sides and also behind me on either side. Nevertheless, I tried moving away but my attempt only caused the soft flesh of my buttocks to rub against his groin. The result was I could feel something pressing between the two globes of my buttocks. My god, it was large and very firm

I slowly got aroused as he rubbed against me and I unconsciously pushed my buttocks back to make our bodies to be pressed even tighter. ‘Nice’ Vikram said and the people around would have thought he was meaning the jewellery and clothes. Only I knew that he was referring to the pleasure he was getting from luscious buttocks. My arousal was causing my fluid to seep inside my pussy. My nipples hardened to press against my bra. I could feel that he must have an impressive male specimen. At that time somewhere in the inner reaches of my mind a desire had taken shape to want to know how well he was actually equipped but I was not aware of it at that time. There was a pleasurable sensation emanating from the nether regions of my hip and spreading throughout my body. This was so wrong I should stop it … but the feeling was so nice.
 
“Bavani you idiot… what are you doing. Remember you are a decent married housewife. How can you enjoy this?” I scolded myself.
 
But yet my body was slowly surrendering to this virile young man. He was exposing a weakness within me that I did not think, or want to accept, that I had. My breathing became faster but shallower. The muscles of my stomach would alternately tighten and relax. My legs felt weak, they started to tremble slightly. I did not know what to do. Luckily the father of the bride inadvertently came to my rescue.
 

Yet again, what a excellent update. 
What a episode - Encounter's [touches now common, ass being explored by a thick shaft]---Bavani's dream sequence at end

Repped you again.   Pls never stop writing. 

1 kind request: pls take it a bit slower in next episode. Seduction situations more important than sex.

[Givemeextra]

“sssss…ohhhh…Vikram….” I moaned softly conscious that there were people close by as I imagined Vikram’s lips on my body.  
 
“ssss….suck my nipple hard you rascal.”
 
“Do you like my cock Bavani?”
“Hmm..hmm.”
“Do you want it?”
“hmm..,”
 
“Do you want it inside your cunt?”
“Yessss….”
 
Maybe I wanted a man to be the take charge type. I took the head of Vikram’s cock in my mouth and keeping it in my mouth I turned my head slightly to see my husband holding his cock in his hand looking pitifully at us. Vikram laughed seeing the look on my husband’s face.
 
My husband stood beside me looking at us with sad unblinking eyes. That was the trigger my imagination needed. “ang…ohh…ohh..ohh…” I shuddered as I got an intense orgasm.
 

She has decided to get fucked by Vikram....Even if it is in front of her husband

Yeah, her body heat is rising dangerously

[Mehndi 99]

excellent update....waiting for more...btw, is Bavani wearing low saree below her navel and skimpy blouse ? otherwise how could vikram see her hips ....very well written, you have a flair for writing erotica....keep going

[circbram]

Awesome update !!!
Literally have to hold my cock which reading ur stories!!
As always
Keep it Cumming!!!

[Givemeextra]

In last update, felt 2 things could have come:
Vikram should have grabbed and squeezed her ass making Bavani shout in pleasurable pain. While others enquire why/what  and while her hubby hears and comes in, Vvikram should be leaving the area
In that wild dream of hers, Vikram should have sprayed her face/hair/boobs/belly/thighs etc with his piss ..Also including her bed and floor's below. Marking as his area as Hubby watches in vain. Bavani laughing at it



Hope to see:
> Bavani lowering her saree willingly to expose her navel to Vikram. He should poke his finger into her deep navel triggering her heights of pleasure
> More and More Dicking by Vikram
> Some direct Bavani/Virkam dash dash where in Bavani's breasts gets crushed when hitting Vikram's Chest


Anyway Looks Author know's what he is doing.

Thanks

[Hotyyhard]

awesome

[Sakshi Priyan]

very nice

[Givemeextra]

excellent update....waiting for more...btw, is Bavani wearing low saree below her navel and skimpy blouse ? otherwise how could vikram see her hips ....very well written, you have a flair for writing erotica....keep going

Bavani might lower her saree - yes
But Skimpy blouse - Doubt her husband would allow her to wear that. He is busy trying to protect her from 1 Vikram.
Imagine, if 10 Vikram came seeing her skimpy blouse. 


Seeing Bavani's masturbation - she will allow Vikram to see her hips and then extend his hands into other parts of her body for sure.

[game40it]

Yet again, what a excellent update. 
What a episode - Encounter's [touches now common, ass being explored by a thick shaft]---Bavani's dream sequence at end

Repped you again.   Pls never stop writing. 

1 kind request:     pls take it a bit slower in next episode. Seduction situations more important than sex.

Yes, the sex between them doesn't happen quickly. The seduction will continue to take some time.

She has decided to get fucked by Vikram....Even if it is in front of her husband

Yeah, her body heat is rising dangerously

She is slowly moving towards losing her cherished chastity to Vikram.

excellent update....waiting for more...btw, is Bavani wearing low saree below her navel and skimpy blouse ? otherwise how could vikram see her hips ....very well written, you have a flair for writing erotica....keep going

I really didn't describe how Bavani was dressed. Left it to the readers imagination.

Awesome update !!!
Literally have to hold my cock which reading ur stories!!
As always
Keep it Cumming!!!

Thank you. Good that the story gives you joy. 

In last update, felt 2 things could have come:
Vikram should have grabbed and squeezed her ass making Bavani shout in pleasurable pain. While others enquire why/what  and while her hubby hears and comes in, Vvikram should be leaving the area
In that wild dream of hers, Vikram should have sprayed her face/hair/boobs/belly/thighs etc with his piss ..Also including her bed and floor's below. Marking as his area as Hubby watches in vain. Bavani laughing at it



Hope to see:
> Bavani lowering her saree willingly to expose her navel to Vikram. He should poke his finger into her deep navel triggering her heights of pleasure
> More and More Dicking by Vikram
> Some direct Bavani/Virkam dash dash where in Bavani's breasts gets crushed when hitting Vikram's Chest


Anyway Looks Author know's what he is doing.

Thanks

Vikram had to be circumspect when all the people were around. He was at that time not sure how she would react and therefore didn't want to risk it.

awesome

Thanks

very nice

Thanks

Bavani might lower her saree - yes
But Skimpy blouse - Doubt her husband would allow her to wear that. He is busy trying to protect her from 1 Vikram.
Imagine, if 10 Vikram came seeing her skimpy blouse. 


Seeing Bavani's masturbation - she will allow Vikram to see her hips and then extend his hands into other parts of her body for sure.

Time will tell how Bavani would change over time.

[game40it]

Chapter 3 – Bavani’s dilemma

 
There was such an arrogant look on his face. It was as if he had achieved something great. My wife on the other hand was stammering as she spoke to me. I had never seen her this unsettled. She didn’t meet my eyes directly when she spoke to me. Either something that had happened was troubling her greatly or she was troubled greatly because she had allowed something to happen. Was the reason for her to be so affected be that she liked what had happened? My heart hoped that even if that bastard had done something my wife did not do anything about it because of all our relatives being around and she didn’t want to cause any problems in what should be a joyous event for the whole family. It should never be that she welcomed whatever Vikram did. Speculating in this line of thought was very disturbing to me and I didn’t to pursue them further. I was in such a state of confusion that my thoughts were in a constant turmoil. When I was on my way to this close relative’s wedding I was so excited because I would be meeting many of my relatives and friends after a long time. I was thinking it would be fun time for me there. But I did not expect in the least to be in a situation like this. All this was because of one scoundrel. He had completely destroyed my peace of mind. He had even made me have suspicions on my own wife. I know my wife was very attractive and men were easily drawn to her beauty but in all our years of marriage she had never given me cause to doubt her character. Now I have been pushed to a situation where I started keeping a close key on my wife.
 
For the next one hour he did disturb my wife in any way. In fact, he did not come anywhere near her. There was a big garden like area at the back of the house. He and some of his friends were having small beer party over there. They had a larger cooler box with some bottles of beer in it and they were enjoying their drinks. As long as they were a disturbance to anyone the elders in the house did not mind and pretended not to know what was happening. They wanted to let the younger generation have their fun. This was supposed to be a happy occasion for everyone. I cursed the situation I was in. When I was free and had nothing to do that rascal was busy elsewhere. However, when I was assigned to do something he seems to be free and he takes that opportunity to spend time with my wife. Even though he was in the garden with his friends I did not take my eyes off him. That was because my wife was not in the hall at that time. She was somewhere else in the house busy doing god knows what but I can’t be following her everywhere in the house. That would draw the unwanted attention of my other relatives, I didn’t want that. The next best thing was to keep my eye on him. If I knew where he was then he could not be with my wife at that time. What usually happens when guys start drinking beer happened. They had to ease themselves. There was a side wall where they could do that. I then saw something that caused alarm bells to ring in me. When Vikram unzipped and took out his penis to urinate I was shocked at what I saw. They were about 35 to 40 meters away so when the other young fellows eased themselves nothing much was seen but in Vikram’s case it was clearly visible even from where I was standing outside the house. It clearly indicated to me that his penis was indeed larger than average, definitely bigger than that of his friends. Luckily my wife wouldn’t know about this. Unlike the women of yesteryears women of today read a lot about men who are blessed with big manhood and how women who have sex with such a man get tremendous pleasure. Though this may just be fantasy and not true a narrative had been set saying sex with such men is more blissful and many women believe that. I don’t know what believe my wife has. This was not the time to test it.
 
Forget about her even I had these self-doubts. When Vikram was urinating, his tool was in a flaccid state. Even then it seems so large, so when he gets sexually excited (as with my wife??) how much more impressive it would be than my normal sized penis. Would he really be able to give a woman (my wife?) much more pleasure than someone like I could. I couldn’t help myself from feeling a little less adequate as a lover. Just the thought of his large cock penetrating my wife’s pussy, which should belong only to me, caused me to quake internally with fear. If he somehow manages to successfully seduce my wife, would Bavani experience much greater pleasure than she ever had with me? If so what greater humiliation can there be for me than that.  Another thought came to me, something that I had avoided contemplating. Suppose Vikram succeeds in his aim … he manages to snatch my wife’s chastity what would I do then? What are my options? I could confront Vikram and Bavani about it. There will be an argument, probably even a fight. Then what? What was known only to the three of us would be exposed to the world. The respect my friends and relatives have for me would disappear into thin air. My humiliation would not just be limited to Vikram who would think contemptuously of me in that my wife was prepared to betray me and get sexual pleasure from him. My humiliation would extend to my friends and relatives. They would talk among themselves that I am unable to take care of my wife … that I am unable to satisfy the sexual needs of my wife. What about my son? How will this affect him? I was hoping that if not for me at least for him my wife would not succumb to what ever Vikram does to get her to sleep with him. But I also know how strong sexual desire can be when one is in its grip. Morality and reasoning get pushed to the back reaches of the mind. The sexual arousal slowly gets stronger and stronger and can only be satisfied when the urge is fulfilled.
 
What is certain is it would have a turbulent effect on the family, the worst of it was the breakup of the family. If what I feared ever became a reality, bearing all humiliation I may decide that divorce was the only option. Especially if my wife succumbs to Vikram and that doesn’t remain a secret and is known to others. I would be forced to take action otherwise my relatives would figuratively spit on my face. Then again if I were to seek divorce the courts would give custody of my son who is very young to Bavani. My son is my life, how can I bear that? If so what should I do. Just ignore whatever that happens? By that pretend I don’t know what was happening or letting them know I know but show that it didn’t bother me? However, there was a danger in this. When Vikram sees that I am not doing anything even though I knew he had had sex with my wife he would become even bolder. He would seek to fuck my wife whenever he wants her and do it many times. Whereas if they don’t know that I know they would be very circumspect and only sleep when really an opportunity arises. Also, it would be likely my wife would break off from him after having sex one or two times for fear I will find out if the adulterous sex continues. So, should I just let the illicit affair run its course. But the very thought that my wife’s beauty and her voluptuous body would be enjoyed by another man was intolerable to me. It would be painful and humiliating for me.
 
As I was agonising over all these I suddenly came to my senses. Why am I thinking like this? Why am I presuming that my wife would be so weak that she would easily succumb to Vikram? Nothing like that has happened yet. It is not just my wife’s responsibility but my responsibility to safeguard my wife’s chastity and thereby my honour. This is the time I have to watch Vikram very closely. Make every effort to see that he can’t get near my wife. Make it easy for her to resist whatever he may try. I know I had no other choice than do it.
 
He
 
I didn’t expect matter to progress so fast. I felt like I was already half way to getting what I wanted, that is the enticing body of the young wife and mother. Now onwards it is essential that every move I make is carefully thought out. One wrong move could spoil everything. My move should not make her uneasy so much so she may come to her senses and completely shut me out of her mind. My moves must be fast but at the same time smart. I have to see to it that she is kept at the edge of sexual desire. My friends had called me to a small ‘beer party’ at the back of the house. I couldn’t avoid that as I didn’t want them to get suspicious that I was planning something else and therefore was not spending time with them as would normally be expected. I had to keep in mind that we were all here as friends of the bride’s brother and Bavani is their close relative. My friend (the brides’ brother) wouldn’t like it if he knew I was trying to bed a relative of his. Even some of my other friends mat not like that I am causing some trouble in a friend’s wedding event and may warn my friend that is the brides’ brother about what I was trying to do. Though I was there with them having some beer my mind was preoccupied on how I was going to finally get that sweet pussy to enjoy. Those few minutes when I was able to rub my cock against her lush buttocks was superb. Even with the clothes we were wearing dulling the effect of that grinding I felt so much pleasure shoot in me. She must have felt it too because after the resistance at the beginning she let it happen and even seemed to push back a little. If it feels so good with all the clothes in the way how much more enjoyable it will be when my cock pushes past the rose petals of her pussy to bask in the warm moistness of her love tunnel. I long so much to experience the blissful joy of skin rubbing against skin.
 
Yes, I was not planning to use any condom when I fuck her. She must have already felt how large I was when I rubbed my hard rod on the soft flesh of her buttocks. If as I suspect her husband has a small or average sized cock then a urge would have been planted in her mind to want experience the joy a large cock would give a woman. These types of delightful married experienced pussies have to be enjoyed fully without some artificial rubber coming in the way of the ecstasy awaiting us. It is going to be her responsibility to prevent any unwanted pregnancy. I was determined that when I fuck her for the very first time my hot seed would completely drench her cunt. After our little party was over we all sauntered back to the house. By that time, I had decided my next move would be to be more direct. I was going to let her know my feelings for her. Some ladies were getting the preparations ready to serve lunch to everyone. Bavani was one of them.  She was alone at that time so I decided this was the best time to make my next move. I walked up to her. She looked up on hearing someone coming close to her. On seeing it was me I saw her redden slightly in the face and she was flustered.
 
“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” I said with a diffident look on my face.
 
She wouldn’t have expected me to do this and was a little confused. “For what?” she asked me.
 
“You know a little while ago when we had all gathered around the table … on wanting to get a closer look I had stood too close to you,” I replied again with a sorry look on my face.
 
What had happened there was really known only to the two of us. But my intention by this apology was to remind her once of that incident. I know she would feel shy and embarrassed but I also wanted it to trigger her arousal. Sure enough, I could see her face redden slightly. So, she was feeling shy but how to know if she was aroused. I couldn’t lift her saree up to see if she started leaking could I.
 
“Oh my god.. enough why talk about that now, leave it,” she said trying to hide how uncomfortable she was by this conversation.
 
Am I going to leave it like that, no way, “It’s not that … my body touching your body itself was unforgivable but after that my lack of self-control and something I couldn’t control made matters worse. My conscience won’t forgive me if I didn’t apologise.” I was referring indirectly to my erection rubbing against her. Once again I was reminding her of the sensations she must have felt then. What was left was only to tell her directly that the softness of her buttocks was so pleasurable that it made my cock stand up.
 
“Terrible .. terrible … as if this needed explanation…please go away from here first.” Then her nose curled up as her face showed a bit of repulsion. “Have you been drinking?” she asked.
 
I grinned at her sheepishly. “Just two glasses of beer nothing more.”
 
“Yeah, no wonder the stink. Is it because of the drinks that you have become brave and blabbering all this to me?”
 
“No .. no, it’s not like that I had made up my mind to apologise. I’m not making excuses but you must understand my situation. I could have controlled myself if it had been an ordinary woman. But you are stunningly beautiful and after all I am a man, however that is still wrong so sorry.”
 
Before she could react or say anything I turned around and quickly walked away. I had planted another seed in her mind, that is I find her irresistibly attractive. Which woman wouldn’t want to be thought of that way by a man. After about half an hour all the men folks including me and my friends had sat in a row in the table set up to have lunch. The lunch was served by the women folks and she was one of them. When she served me, I smiled at her in a friendly manner. She smiled in return rather shyly. When she bent down to serve the food for me she noticed my breath smelled of fresh toothpaste. She looked at my face with a small smile.
 
I spoke very softly so that only she could hear,” Is the smell okay now.”
 
She tried to control her laughter but a small smile broke out. “Idiot,” she whispered under her breath as she moved to serve the next person.
 
I started paying a lot of attention to her son. I bought him sweets, chocolates and what not and so much so he became close to me and often be with me. Using that excuse I would frequently go and talk with Bavani. Over the next two hours a certain closeness developed between us but outwardly it seemed like nothing more than friendship. Later in the afternoon was the time everyone was taking a little break and resting. I wanted to use this opportunity to meet and talk with Bavani alone. My bad luck this was the time when her husband Mohan was also free. He was watching me like a hawk. I couldn’t make any move. Bavani too ignored me and she sat with her husband and was seemingly having an interesting conversation with him. I had to divert her attention towards me. I had to move along these feelings of friendship to feelings of desire. Among the female friends of the bride there was a very attractive young woman whose name was smitha. She was sitting alone and I went straight to her and started a conversation. Earlier she had shown interest to talk to me but I had practically ignored her. Now she was a little angry with me and ignored me but I overlooked that continued to talk to her.
 
“Are you the brides’ classmate?” I asked her.
 
She answered without showing any real interest in talking to me. “No, we are from same college but her classmate and I are cousins. That’s how we became friends.”
 
“Strange that she invited you to her wedding,” I replied.
 
She was piqued by my saying this and also a little angry. “What do you mean? We are good friends why wouldn’t she invite me?”
 
“You two must be close otherwise no bride would invite someone like you?” I said.
 
“Hello Vikram … this is too much. You are going over the limit. How dare you say something like that about me,” She said in a huff.
 
“Hey Smitha don’t get angry. What I meant was every bride would want everyone’s eyes only on her on her special day.”
 
Smitha’s anger was replaced by puzzlement. “So???”
 
“Well with you around half the men would have their eyes on you. Even with all the special bridal make-up she won’t be able to match you,” I said with a smile.
 
Now Smitha was mollified. “You… don’t be like that. My friend is very pretty too,” she said but I could see how pleased she was.
 
“Maybe but no where as close to you.”
 
Smitha just smiled at this. “Why did you say you were surprised she invited me?”
 
“Well you would outshine her. She wouldn’t want that would she. That’s why I thought like it sometimes happens she would have avoided calling you.”
 
“My friend is not like that, we always wish the best for each other,” She came in defence of her friend.
 
Her anger was completely gone now and we engaged in an interesting conversation getting to know about each other well. While in deep conversation with Smitha I still kept an eye on Bavani and her husband. Though Bavani was talking to her husband, she would look at us to see what was happening whenever her husbands’ attention was elsewhere. Even though Bavani tried to hide it her face every once in a while showed a bit of annoyance. Without realising it she was feeling a little jealous. There would naturally be a little bit of rivalry between two very beautiful women, especially if each of the women feel her rival’s beauty matches or surpasses hers. Without being conscious of it she was competing with Smitha … and I hoped it was for me. Next time I talk with Bavani she may show a little aloofness or rather I was hoping she did. That would confirm that it bothers her when I get close to another woman. Then my task is almost done. I have to mollify her and therein lies the thrill in seduction. I was hoping that before I left this place, what I was admiring with the clothes on I would get to admire fully naked. There is no sexier sight than that of a beautiful naked Indian woman with vermillion on top of her forehead and the chain symbolising her marital status around her neck and with nothing else on her body.
 
She
 
How can girls nowadays behave so shamelessly with men. She is practically drooling over him. Shouldn’t one maintain a certain distance from men I said to myself in annoyance. I was lacking so much self-awareness that I could not see what upset me was that Vikram was talking to another very attractive woman when he had been indicating that it was I who had captured his full attention.  They were of the same age group and it was natural they would have understanding or attraction between each other. Why should I be annoyed by it. Deep down I knew that it was just natural that an attractive girl like (hmm … what’s her name? Yes, Smitha) Smitha would be someone a young man like Vikram would be attracted to it. Then why is this upsetting me? When I can get irritated that a young unmarried man and a young, unmarried woman are having a close conversation how can I justify wanting to get close to the same young man when as a married woman I just maintain some distance and decorum.  My intention in ignoring him and talking to my husband was to get his attention more on me (and maybe to get him jealous). But this rascal had turned the tables on me. He had made me realise that I craved his attention and did not like him showing interest in any other woman. I couldn’t understand my own emotions in being so involved with someone who relatively speaking I had only very recently met. So, this is how jealousy feels like. So far no woman had made me feel inadequate or have self-doubts like this Smitha has, and Vikram seems to be attracted to her. Logically I should feel relieved that Vikram’s attention has been diverted to another woman and my chastity is safe but I did not feel that way.
 
While I was in college I had a boyfriend (not a very serious relationship). Neither with him nor with my husband after that had I ever had to worry that someone more attractive than me would snatch them away from me. I looked at my husband, there was no chance that an attractive young woman would ever be attracted to him. It was not that I was degrading my husband, I was just stating a fact. My husband had a number of good qualities. He was a kind man who took good care of our family and took his responsibilities seriously. He was a straightforward person. You can say many things like this, but looks was not one of them. Looks wise he was an ordinary normal looking man. Yet in spite of my husbands’ many good qualities, someone like Vikram whose only quality was a muscular body, handsome face and virility to match was causing my heart to flutter when I see him. Every woman at one time in their lives seek some excitement, otherwise they will feel that they had missed something in their live. Vikram paying so much of attention to me and making so much of efforts to get close to me gave me some newfound excitement and joy. It would also have been a big boost to my ego. Now another young woman had become my rival and I was feeling jealous. A stupid determination formed in me that I must again make Vikram interested only in me.   
 
We rolled open a blanket on the floor and tried to get a short nap. My husband was soon snoring softly. But I though I was feeling tired could not sleep. There were too many things on my mind. I half closed my eyes and pretended to sleep but I continued to observe Vikram and Smitha. When Vikram told her something Smitha with a laugh gently hit him on his hand. Why was that causing me here to be upset. Why am I feeling this unnecessary emotion? Just a few hours ago Vikram and I were nothing to each other. I asked myself in wonder why in this short time this sort of emotion had engulfed me. I who had just wanted to enjoy the flirting he was doing with me was now fearful that I was going down the dangerous path where I may give myself to him. My eyes still looked at the handsome face that was smiling mischievously at Smitha. Somehow I wished I was where Smitha was instead of here with my husband.

[Givemeextra]

Ahh, Vikram slowly sowing and naturing the seeds of infidelity in Bavani's mind.


Oh Poor Hubby- he has seen the cock. Now his mind also started to get tensioned and confused.

[RJ668]

Hey game40it,,,, it's great to c u again man...finally U r back with a fresh n new story.

[Lovecraft]

So, the husband's already done all the math on what's going to happen next and how to handle/face it.....
& It's obvious that Vikram did a great job executing his plans and made steady progress towards his goal.

[Susheela143]

Wow, fantastic boss. Pl post continuously and don’t stop in between

[Dumeelkumar]

Nice update

[Bigil]

Great narration

[Susheela143]

Bro, waiting for update pl