Adultery He, She, Husband (Completed)

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By reading the update, I can feel as if,  I am one of the invisible audience there silently observing Hubby, wifey and Vikram all at same time.
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Now with Hubby again going out, what more chances can come about.  Oh the wait for next update.

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Chapter 5 – Vikram Strikes

 
She
 
I saw my husband and a group of men get up and prepare to go out. One of the men called out to his wife to tell her that they were going out for coffee. That would mean they are going out to the small hotel which was about a hundred meters from here. I knew very well what type a few of them were. They are the type to spend a long time chatting on all and sundry as they sipped their coffee, hence they were unlikely to come back fast, probably will take more than half an hour. Why did this cause a feeling of excitement in me? Was I anticipating with my husband out of the way Vikram may try something? Now where did that rascal go I wondered …. my eyes surreptitiously scanning around. Ah … I spotted him ..  he was standing by a window just outside the hall. Ha .. ha .. ha .. where else would he be, with me being here he won’t go far away, even Smitha could not distract him from me I thought proudly. His primary desire seems to be to ogle me every chance he gets. Again, our eyes met, there was an exchange of smiles but this time the smile held more than friendship in it. We had moved beyond friendship though not openly acknowledged yet. I went back to what I was doing though after every minute or so I would slyly glance at his direction. Every time I did that he would be looking at me. Then I realised he was not exactly looking at my face and that his eyes were focused a little lower. He also licked his lips now and then. I only then became aware that the top of my saree had slid down my bosom a bit. I had a fairly low-cut blouse and with me sitting my milky cleavage was visible quite clearly. That sly crook has been feasting his eyes on the cut of my two breasts. My first instinct was to cover myself up and I immediately adjusted my saree and again glanced in his direction. He had the puppy dog expression of a treat being snatched from him. I almost laughed out on seeing that. He too must have seen me trying to stifle my laughter because there was a grin on his face. I was shamelessly flirting with him. This was a behaviour that was totally unbecoming of a proper married woman but it felt so good. It made me feel young again, made me forget I was a married woman. My saree again slid down almost as low as before. This time I did not do anything. Let him get excited and aroused seeing my cleavage, I was getting aroused too with this virtual foreplay.
 
At that time one of the middle-aged women, Mohan’s aunty, spoke to me from across the hall,” Bavani, we need another three large plates for the evening anointing the bride ceremony.”
 
“All the plates have been used up already Aunty, what to do?” I asked her.
 
“There are some plates in the corner room upstairs, can you go and get it for me, I find it difficult climbing up the stairs,” She said. Her body was on the heavyset side.
 
“You want me to go….??,” I hesitated. It would mean me being alone once more when my husband was not around. One part of me liked it and wanted me to go another part of me was warning me that it was dangerous. I glanced at Vikram again. He had perked up on hearing this conversation. I could see the excitement within him.
 
Please Ma,” the aunty said but on seeing me hesitate she continued with a sigh,” Okay if you can’t I will somehow manage.”
 
I couldn’t be so rude to her. “No, no its okay aunty, I’ll do it,” I said. Even Vikram won’t be so bold to follow me I thought. Even though I knew I was fooling myself.
 
The stairs going upstairs to the room upstairs was on the opposite side to where Vikram was standing. I quickly walked to the stairs and climbed up the stairs as fast as I could. Flirting with Vikram secretly because we were in the open was one thing but being alone with him was another. Basically, I was scared as I had little faith in my resolve. When I reached the top of the stairs I turned around and looked down, there was no one there. I was not sure of my feelings then, was it a feeling of relief or a feeling of disappointment? There was nobody in this side of the floor. This was where all the old things and other stuff were kept. There were only two rooms here, the first room and the corner room. I walked to the corner room with legs feeling week with nervousness. I opened the door and went in. There were quite a few stuffs in here. It was not a matter of just picking up the plates and going. First I had to find them. There was a table on one side and some things kept beyond that. I looked over the table to see but there were no plates there. I looked at the other side, there were some empty boxes. Maybe the plates were behind them. I had become engrossed in my searching that for a minute I had forgotten about Vikram.  I moved the first box aside. I was delighted there were a stack of five large eversilver plates there. Just when I was about to bend down and take the plates I heard the sound of the door close. I froze with my heart starting to beat faster. There was someone else in the room with me. I knew who it must be … who else but Vikram. I heard the faint sound of almost silent footsteps approaching me. I stopped breathing. I could literally feel a face coming very close to my hair. There was a long deep intake of breath. Probably Vikram was inhaling the fragrance of the jasmine flowers in my hair. Then I felt hot breath on my shoulder and finally a soft kiss there. ‘whooff…’ I let out the breath I had been holding.
 
Now was the time I should act. I should turnaround, I should push him back. But I did none of this. I just stood there frozen. His arms came around to wrap my body. I nearly swooned but his strong arms held me. He was kissing, licking and whispering in my ear,” Bavani…my angel… Bavani… you’re so beautiful I can’t stop myself.”
 
He couldn’t stop himself but the thing was I didn’t stop him. I felt my nipples perk up and swell. The desire I had been trying to suppress was being aroused by his embrace. He turned me around. My head drooped down being unable to face him. He lifted up my head. I closed my eyes shame making me unable to see his face.
 
“Look at me,” he whispered huskily. I still didn’t open my eyes. “Darling… look at me,” he whispered again. I still couldn’t open my eyes. I felt something wet touch my one eyelid then the other. He had kissed my eyes. My body trembled my breath now was as hot as his. I slowly opened my eyes. I saw the wanton desire in his eyes which was burning with lust for me. God, how much he wanted me. Can a man have this much of desire for a woman. His eyes made me feel special. That I was the most desirable woman in the world for him. Yet what was happening was very wrong.
 
“Vikram… I … no .. don’t …,” I was stuttering.  His lips mashed against my lips eating all the incoherent words that were struggling to come out.
 
He was a good kisser … a very good kisser. My hands were holding onto his biceps for what reason I don’t know. I was neither pushing him away or pulling him in to me. But he wasn’t so indecisive. I felt one of his hands behind my lower back and one on my buttocks. He pulled me in so that my chest was mashed on his and his groin was pressing against my mound of Venus. There was something hard raring to get at my pubis. There was pleasure emanating from two points of my body. My pointed nipples that were battling against his hard chest and from my most intimate part being rubbed by the thing that was promising me much more joy than this if given the chance. My already weak resolve was rapidly diminishing from the pleasure I was being subjected to. My eyes slowly closed as my hands moved from his biceps to his shoulders as I gave myself to him. I started kissing him back …for the first time a man other than my husband was tasting the sweetness of my lips and I too enjoyed the taste of this new pair of lips.
 
Husband
 
I was at the hotel but my mind was back at the bungalow. What would my wife be doing right now, where was Vikram? (He did not know that the two people he was wondering about were clinched in a tight embrace. What he had feared was happening right at that moment. Vikram was kissing his wife’s lips with a fervour even he had not and his wife was kissing him back with a passion she had not shown to even him.) My legs were fidgeting betraying how uneasy I was though outside I tried to appear calm. Somehow within me the thought that I had let an opportunity to arise in favour of Vikram was causing me to be nervous. My only solace was that there were so many people around and hence Vikram wouldn’t have the chance to try anything with my wife. But then that was what I had thought earlier too but Bavani had gone to the terrace and I had a nagging suspicion that Vikram had been there with her. If this was indeed true than my trust in my wife is misplaced. She had denied that anyone was there with her. I shouldn’t say denied because that would equivalent to a vehement reply. She had merely informed me that she had been alone in answer to my query. My only hope and prayer was that this was indeed true.
 
What these few hours had reiterated to me was that my wife was a very desirable woman. I was very conscious of it when we were newly married but over time I had taken her beauty for granted. I was complacent that she was only for me and me alone. This was because she had not given me any cause to think otherwise. But now, here, when Vikram had been so taken up by my wife’s beauty that I had a new appreciation of it. Her doe like dreamy eyes seemed to be more hypnotically alluring. Her heart shaped lips with a heavy lower lip seemed to be extra luscious and juicy than before. The large breasts seemed to be jutting up more proudly from her body. The curve of her waist, with the beginnings of a fold just about trying to take shape was so sexy and erotic. All these I am noticing again because another man was starting to be enraptured with it. What was giving me this nervousness was that my wife seemed to notice this and also appeared to be affected by this. Only thing I did not know how much and in what manner. I was longing to go back. With this opportunity that I had given them this image in my mind of the two of them clinched in a passionate embrace in some lonely part of the house kept intruding in my mind. Let this just be my insecurity and reality I hoped fervently.
 
He
 
… I can’t believe that this was actually happening. What started off as a remote possibility was now actually happening …
When I heard that Bavani was going upstairs to the section where the rooms were used as some sort of storerooms made Ime excited. I knew that that area was a separate section with another set of staircases leading to it. I also knew that no one goes there or that anyone will be there unless they needed to get something. Bavani knew I knew that she was going upstairs alone. If she really didn’t like what happened on the terrace or at least regretted it later that she had allowed me to practically hug her then she would not go alone. She could easily have asked one of the younger women, closer to her age, to accompany her if she really wanted to avoid anything happening, but the moment she chose to go alone I was elated that I was already almost there. I went taking the long route around the back of the bungalow so that no one would notice where I was going. When I entered the room, it was pretty dark with the little bit of sunrays filtering through the closed windows giving a little light. I waited for my eyes to be accustomed to the limited lighting in the room. I saw her then, Her fair body clearly visible even in the dim light. Her skin contrasted to the dark blue saree she was wearing. I slowly closed the door and there was a light creaking sound. Bavani must have heard it because she was at that time about to squat to take something. She immediately stood straight up without moving. I expected her to turn to face me but she just stood there as if frozen. She must have guessed I was there yet her reaction was to just stand there unable to react in any way. I guess she was petrified and excited in equal measures. It was time for me to take charge. I silently moved towards her. As I neared her I could hear her heavy breathing. She was definitely caught in the emotions of that moment. It was I decided time to act boldly.
 
I hugged her from behind grabbing her delightfully fleshy body. I wasted no time in kissing her from behind on her neck and shoulder. I whispered in her ear the deep desire I had for her. She started to sweat not just only because of the enclosed room. She didn’t resist but didn’t cooperate either. The remnants of her morality were preventing her from complete surrender. I had to wipe the vestiges of it away completely. I turned her around to face me. The natural feeling of guilt and shyness prevented her from being able to look at my face. I didn’t relent. I made her look at me. I could see the trepidation in her eyes but beyond that I could also see desire waiting to be freed. At last she spoke, rather she stuttered in her anxiety. I smothered her lips with mine and with it I smothered all the words she had difficulty uttering. Those succulent lips were as sweet as I had imagined they would be. Yet she was still not kissing back but only letting me kiss her. I grabbed her back and her buttocks and pulled her tight against me. Her large breasts that looked so firm without sag was so soft as it squashed against my chest. Finally getting where I had only hoped to get made me have an enormous hardon that wanted to tear out of my pants. I pressed my groin hard on her pubic mound. I hoped she could feel how much I had wanted her. My hard rod was pushing insistently on the swollen mound. My cock was raging to get past those rose petals of hers that served as the gateway to heaven. It was my pants and her saree that stood in the way. But just grinding it there was itself giving me streaks of pleasure. Bavani must be also feeling that way because she started responding. She started kissing back pulling on my lips. Her tongue started rubbing against my probing tongue. Her hands moved from my biceps to my shoulder and then slowly around my neck. She also started pushing back on my hardon.
… I can’t believe that this was actually happening. What started off as a remote possibility was now actually happening …
 
This was a woman with suppressed sexuality I was sure now. She just needed the right man to bring it out. Mohan had lost. All his efforts to prevent what was happening now had been in vain. Mrs. Bavani Mohan was going to give her precious virtue to me. As our long kiss ended my face was buried on her cleavage. Those small mounds of flesh were heaving as I rubbed my face on them.
 
“No Vikram… this is wrong… let me go,” she said but her hands belied her words they were pressing my head on her ripe breasts.
 
My nostrils were filled with the erotic scent of an aroused female. My hands were frantically struggling with the hooks of her blouse but her large breasts were stretching out the fabric so tightly that I couldn’t unhook it. My hands went to the bottom hooks which were easier to undo. I quickly undid the bottom two and pulled up her blouse over her breasts having no patience to unhook the rest. The creamy flesh was creamier than the cream coloured bra. I put my face into the centre of her cleavage and licked her warm sweaty flesh.
 
“Ohh … Ohh.. Vikram,” She moaned.
 
I wanted more, I pulled down her bra cups and released her firm mounds of flesh. Her breasts now rested on top of her bra cups. On seeing the perked up distended nipples I had no hesitation in wanting them in my mouth. Seeing the nipples of a woman you have seduced for the first time was always very arousing. You get to see something only her husband had ever seen. I kissed her nipple. it was rubbery but firm. There was a sharp intake of breath from Bavani followed by a sigh as I took it in my mouth and sucked it like a hungry baby.
 
“God Vikram let me go,” She whispered.
 
I took my mouth off her nipple now wet with my saliva. I looked at her face, “Do you want me to,” I asked. She looked down unable to look at my face and remained silent. Her face was flushed both with desire and shame.
 
I pulled her close to me, her cheeks pressed against mine. “Don’t fight it Bavani, I want you, you want me. Let’s just enjoy the moment. We kissed again passionately urgently seeking to ease out pent up arousal. I swooped down and carried her with our lips still entwined together. I walked over and laid her on the table that was there. She lay on the table knowing I was going to take her there. She looked at me helplessly, not wanting to commit adultery but at the same time consumed by lust. I undid my belt and let my pants fall down around my ankles. I pulled down my boxers and my cock sprang out all angry and ready for action. Bavani looked down between my legs. Her eyes widened then she averted her gaze blushing a deep red. I pulled up her saree. Her smooth hairless marble like thighs came into view. They were so smooth and sexy. She had a pair of ordinary white panties on. She had ordinary inners on, not some sexy wear like she was intending to seduce anyone. Afterall though very beautiful she was just an ordinary faithful housewife not a vamp. I grabbed the waistband of her panties. She held her my hand the last bit of her modesty making this token effort. As I expected there wasn’t much resistance as I pulled it off her body. Now her hands sought to hide her most intimate treasure. I pulled her hands away to expose snatch. I was ready to snatch her precious virtue. She had a beautiful pussy with trimmed black hair covering her slit. Her labia itself was shaven clean and the lips were of a darker shade of pink than her the skin of her pubis. The black hair surrounding her fair skin and pussy was very erotic. Her labia were glistening. She too was aroused and her oily secretion was testament to that.
 
“You fool Mohan, while you are sipping coffee I’m going to sip the nectar your wife is oozing just for me. This would be more intoxicating then anything you drink,” I said to myself as my head moved towards her honey pot.  

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“You fool Mohan, while you are sipping coffee I’m going to sip the nectar your wife is oozing just for me. This would be more intoxicating then anything you drink,” I said to myself as my head moved towards her honey pot.  

Hope some disturbances come and stop this [though both bodies are in high heat]

Vikram should not be that easily able to get his joystick into Wifey's wet hole.

And eager to read how Wifey faces Hubby next.

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Hope some disturbances come and stop this [though both bodies are in high heat]

Vikram should not be that easily able to get his joystick into Wifey's wet hole.

And eager to read how Wifey faces Hubby next.

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Chapter 5 – Vikram Strikes (continued)

 
She
 
His hug, his rubbing of my body with his body, his impassioned kisses was rendering me totally compliant to his every move. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck still lost in his ardent kiss as he carried me. This is how it feels to engage in such a sinful act. Guilt that I am doing something very wrong, betraying the trust of my innocent husband but overpowering all that was an excitement and thrill I had never experienced before. My body was heated in lust, engulfed in arousal that pushed every thing else aside except the need of my body. Now I fully understood why had been called deliciously sinful by many. Our lips parted only when he laid me on the table. I lay there with my eyes half closed in swooning need, body shivering in desire. What a sight I must have been to him. The top of my saree was off, half on my body and half falling off the edge of the table. My blouse pulled up almost to my neck and my bell-shaped breasts lay on my bra cups with my half inch nipples thrusting out to its full length. His eyes grazed over my body in appreciation. His was a look of a conqueror and I was his conquest … and the vanquished was my husband. I saw him undoing his belt and pulling down and letting his jeans fall down. Oh no, he was going to take me now my mind said but my body responded ‘Oh yes.’ I saw what had been straining and rubbing against me while we kissed was now prominently visible in his boxers now straining to get out. Vikram pulled down his innerwear and it sprang out in victory. My eyes widened as I saw for the first time the love weapon that was going to affirm Vikram’s victory. It was large and thick, not excessively to be alarming but just the right size to be captivating and tempting. From the first my husband was unequally equipped to battle Vikram over me. Be it his looks, his body …. and now in that most vital weapon in the bout of love and lust. I looked away blushing furiously that I had been so mesmerised by that which was going to explore the very depth of the most intimate part of my body.
 
Next I felt him lifting up my saree from around my feet. I murmured some token words of protest that he ignored and that I believed he would do. I was not even conscious of the words I was uttering. It was just some automatic response that he rightfully paid no mind to. Again, my actions discredited my words as I lifted my buttocks to assist him. When he started tugging my panties down I again made an effort to stop him but my weak response was no match for his ardour. He was seeing what only one other adult male had seen. I still had some semblance off shame as I covered my vagina with my hands but he soon had it out of the way. He would be seeing how shamelessly wet he had made me. He held my ankles and pulled my body to the edge of the table. He kissed my toes. I have been walking all over, my feet must be dirty but he didn’t seem to mind. He kissed my little toe moving up … my toe ring and then my big toe, licking it for a while. His head moved down my ankles, then my calf leaving a wet trail made by his lips and tongue. Luckily I had waxed my legs just before coming here and he must have been aroused by the smooth soft skin of my thighs. He was kissing, licking and biting gently. Even his playful bites left a reddish mark on my fair skin. The good thing was it would disappear in a few seconds. I didn’t want any evidence of this amorous play on my body. I had left trimmed hair around my pussy. It was not even a triangle, just a small circular bit of hair around my pussy lips. I know a lot of men now liked fully shaven cunts, especially the younger men, but my husband liked me to have some hair down there and I hoped that Vikram too was not displeased. His mouth was getting closer to my pussy. I was sure he could smell the scent of arousal coming from my heated pussy. But it was not his mouth that reached my pussy. I felt his finger press and splay my pussy lips. A finger slowly entered my warm and wet hole. It slid in effortlessly and knowingly on my pussy inner wall moving … probing.
 
“Aww… Ssss…Vikram…Vikram…” I moaned as his finger touched a spot in my wall. Pleasure shot through my body that I had never felt before. I expected his finger to rub and tease my love bud to transport me to the world of sexual pleasure but he had not touched my bud yet but already I was in a rapture that I had not known before. There are other zones in a woman’s private part that arouses pleasure and Vikram knows it. With my husband it had always been only the clitoris. I was aware that this teasing of my pleasure spot was making me ooze copiously.
 
“Ohh … ohh… Oh god .. Ohh…” I mumbled incoherently as waves of electric pleasure washed through my body. Vikram was younger than my husband … why he was younger than even me but he knew so much more about a woman’s body than my husband did. “Vikram .. ang….babe…aahhh…. darling..Ohhh..,” the words of endearment tumbled out unconsciously. Noo …no …  I was leaking so much I was going to flow out.
 
But that didn’t happen. Suddenly his mouth was there, fastened to my secret lips. His tongue lapped up what I oozed. Now two of his fingers were in me. Forefinger teasing a spot and the middle finger probing a little further up. My body was reacting on its own. My stomach would tighten then relax then tighten again involuntarily. My hips pressed upwards pushing my cunt lips tighter into his mouth. There was a constant flow of bliss inside me. Where had all this rapture been all my life? I was kneading my own breasts. My fingers pinching my swollen nipples my body slightly arching in the middle. Now finally his lips latched on to my clitoral hood pulling in and sucking, his tongue probing my nub. I also screamed out my passion.
 
“OOhhhhhhh……… yes…yes… you’re killing me Vikram….,” Yes I was dying … dying in pleasure.
 
My thighs wrapped around his head. I pressed his head down by one hand while I kneaded my breasts with the other. He was slurping in my juices and I had more and more to give him as he drank my pleasure juice. I was getting light headed, my nerves were tingling. I was rapidly approaching an almighty release.
 
My thoughts and Vikram’s activity were interrupted by a voice shouting out from below the staircase. “Hey Bavani What is taking you so long? We need the plates?” It was the voice of the fat aunty who sent me here.
 
I was too far gone to stop now. I told her the truth. “I’m coming in a minute aunty just hold on.”
 
Taking my signal Vikram started finger fucking and sucking my pussy again. He sucked furiously now. My mouth opened gasping like a fish out of water. My neck tilted backward my iris slid up as my eyelids’ half closed. My body started shuddering as if I was naked in a cold room. Lights burst in my brain as waves of immense pleasure wracked my body. I pressed the palm of my hand hard against my mouth from shouting out. The minute I told the aunty was already gone with the continuous shuddering of my body. With my lust sated the sense of the danger I was in came starkly to me. I got up off the table and quickly adjusted my saree. I pulled up my bra putting my breasts back into the cups and pulled down my blouse. I quickly put back the last two hooks as I walked to where the plates were. Quickly picking up three plates I turned to walk out. I saw Vikram still standing with his cock rock hard erect half tilted up to the ceiling. I had my release but he was left high and dry. I saw the disappointed look on his face. Luckily he did not try to detain me knowing our precarious position. My heart went out to him. Before going out of the door I placed the plates on the table and pulled him up to me. Lips were still wet with my secretion. I wiped his lips with my hand and gave him a deep kiss. I looked at him and said,” Sorry Vikram, I’ve got to go.”
 
“Look at this Bavani, you are leaving me like this,” He said referring to his manhood.
 
I took it in my hand for the first time. I had never felt a cock this firm. I pulled his skin up and down a few seconds. “Oh yes,” Vikram moaned in pleasure. On an impulse I bent down and kissed it and then took into in to my mouth and sucked it just three .. four times.
 
“Just then Aunty bellowed again,” Bavani, are you coming.”
 
I got up quickly and whispered,” Sorry,” again and taking the plates and opening the door I shouted out,” On the way aunty.” As I practically almost ran downstairs.  Only as I was handing over the plates I realised that I had left my panties on the floor upstairs.
 
Husband
 
Finally, the men decided to finish having their coffee and go back. I wanted to briskly walk back but they were all taking a leisurely stroll. How could they understand my predicament? None of them had a wife as attractive as mine and no virile young and handsome man was trying to seduce them. But I had no choice then to follow at their pace. All the time I was hoping nothing had happened while I was away. I looked at the time, we had been away approximately It 35 minutes and that was 34 minutes too long as far as I was concerned. That was more than enough time to have finished one round of sex. Where could that have happened …if it happened? What was distressful to me was if any of this was true and they had actually made love it would mean that my wife was a willing participant. That would mean Vikram had won and proved himself to be more of a man than me. He had always had that slightly arrogant look and smile when he looked at or spoke to me.  It was as if he was saying look at me, look at my body, this is what your wife desires inside. I’m going to prove that and fuck her and you can’t stop me.  Now if he had actually fucked her his look would not just be arrogant, it would be disdainful at me for being a wimp and not being to safeguard my wife’s chastity. When I got back the first thing I did was look for my wife. She was in the hall with some other ladies preparing for the evening ceremony. I looked around to see if Vikram was there but he was nowhere to be seen. At first I was happy at this. Maybe seeing that he was getting nowhere with my wife he decided to give up and spend time with his friends. But this didn’t gel with my assessment of the type of man he was. He was not the type to give up easily. He would try even if there was only a very slight chance of him succeeding. I expect he would continue to try his luck till he and we were here. That being so then why wasn’t he here leering at my wife. That’s when an alarming thought struck me. What if he wasn’t here because he already had succeeded in seducing my wife and having sex with her. Now that he had achieved his aim he didn’t need to be here all the time anymore? I quickly walked over to where Bavani was.
 
“Ah.. you’re back dear, do you want anything? We are busy preparing for this evening’s event,” Bavani said to me with a smile.
 
I felt like that smile was not like her usual smile. It was a little diffident. Was that the smile of a woman who was feeling guilty? How would a guilty woman react? I didn’t know, I had no experience of that. I saw that her blouse was drenched with sweat more than the others. There was another look on her face that I couldn’t make out. It wasn’t tiredness though there were elements of that. It was something more … a look of contentment? My mind was in a muddle, I didn’t know what to think. There were things I was fearful of contemplating.
 
“No … nothing. Do you all have a lot more to do?” I asked her.
 
“We are almost finished .. another half hour or so. Then we can rest a while and get dressed up and ready for the evening,” my wife replied.
 
“Were you here all the time?” I asked.
 
“Yes, why do you ask?”
 
“No, I just simply asked,” I said not knowing what else to say. I couldn’t tell her that I wanted to know if she went off to meet Vikram somewhere alone can I.
 
I walked away with my mind filled with different conflicting thoughts. If it really happened, though I hoped it had not, where could they have possibly met. There were too many people around. Maybe because Vikram had so rattled me that I was over imagining things. But my mind still was seriously wondering where it was possible for secret lovers to meet here, in this situation. I recollected that last time I suspected they may have been together was at the terrace. When I was away would they have taken the opportunity to go there again? I slowly circled around and quietly went up to the terrace. There was no one there and that was not a comfort. So, if they had actually come here than they too would have been alone. It was so open here, I looked around thinking where is possible for two people to remain hidden from view. I saw my son’s clothes were still drying on the line. My eyes spied on the water tank. This was the only place. I walked towards it not really knowing why or what I expected to find. There was a small nook where two people could stand and can be hidden away from the view of others. I looked inside there again not looking for anything in particular. There was nothing there and nothing to see. Not knowing whether I was feeling relieved or disappointed that I didn’t find anything I was about to turn away when I saw a large stain on the brown wall. It was not white or colourless, rather it was a mix of both. It had almost completely dried but for just a last bit of moistness. A chill went through my heart. I hoped it was phlegm or spit or anything else at all except what I was thinking it could be. It was not something from days ago. It was fresh but from how long ago?
 
I had to know for sure what it was. But thinking of the only way I could confirm what it was made me want to throw up. I had to touch it, smell it to confirm what I dreaded it was. Seeing the height from which the stain started was also unnerving. It was around the height of where the hip of a man of almost six feet would be, and there was only one man who I could think of who was of that height. I had to do something very humiliating, I had to squat down on my haunches and move my head towards the smear. I had no desire to touch it. The strong smell of a man’s seminal release would confirm what it was. I felt so disgusted that it was like as if I was moving my face towards Vikram’s groin. When my face was about a foot away the smell confirmed it was what I had feared it was. I felt a hollow defeat inside. In my mind I could just see Bavani bent down with her hands on the wall. He would have had her saree pulled over her waist as he pumped his big cock (I knew it was big as I had seen it when he was urinating on the wall) inside my wife’s vagina. What would my wife had felt? Would this experience of having a huge member penetrate her tight pussy been overwhelmingly pleasurable for her? Even for my normal sized penis with the normal girth Bavani’s vagina always felt tight. How Vikram would have enjoyed it. In voluntarily tears welled up in my eyes. Has my Bavani betrayed me … has she cheated on me? Pull yourself together man, I scolded myself. This proved nothing. This ejaculation could have been from anyone, it could have just been from masturbation. This was no reason to doubt my wife’s character. I could be right or I could be totally wrong. Knowing something for certain was in a way easier. You would know what to do, how to deal with it but having this uncertainty was very torturous. I walked back downstairs with unsteady feet, a man not knowing if he had been defeated or not.
 
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She had left me high and dry like this. ‘Bitch’ ‘bitch’ I cursed, not Bavani but that old fat bitch who had called out to Bavani to hurry back. All I needed was another ten minutes, that was all I needed. I would have rammed my thick rod to the hilt, into her sweet pussy. I now know for sure how sweet it was because I have tasted it. I had fingered her in all the right spots as I sucked her pussy and she flowed for me … oh how she flowed for me. So much … so much. From her reaction I could see that this was new to her. Mohan may have even given her oral sex but he probably would have limited himself to licking her clit. But the way her body undulated, her frequent epileptic like fits showed that she was in uncontrollable pleasure. She had such a clean, sweet pussy, the only smell was that of her lust that wafted to his nose and aroused him to no end. So much of her feminine fluid oozed that she was unconsciously getting ready for the invasion by my love spear. How much she was losing control I could see by her kneading her own breasts as I glanced up with my lips still fastened to her intimate lips. She was pinching and twisting those stiff nipples that I had sucked a few minutes before that. The first time she cradled my head to her breasts was when I knew her resistance was broken. I was making every effort to give her an unforgettable experience when I sucked on her cunt … the skills I honed through experience and experimentation. She must enjoy it so much that she must crave for it again. I knew I was succeeding when she pushed down my head hard to her pussy and when she locked my head in place by her marble like smooth thighs. The icing on the cake would be for me to shove my cock into her tight cunt. I had already broken almost all her barriers but fucking her at least once would remove any little off chance that she would regret what she had already done and reject me altogether.
 
I wanted for her to have an orgasm first. When she was in the stupor of that pleasure I would have pushed my cock into that waiting cunt. But she had been brought to her senses by that fat bitch calling her to hurry up. I almost laughed when Bavani shouted out to the fatty that she was coming and a short while later came in my mouth. Whatever said and done I was so very disappointed. I so wanted to feel how good it would feel when my cock was nestled deep in the wet folds of her cunt. I didn’t even mind if she had to leave before I had my orgasm. It was important that she climaxed at least once with my rod ploughing inside her. She would never be able to say no to me after that. So, when she suddenly got up, adjusted her saree and blouse and picked up the plates to leave I must have looked a pitiful sight standing there with my pants around my ankles and my stiff prick aching impatiently to enter into her still pure pussy. I could have forced her to stay and fucked her but that would have been dangerous. If anyone had come looking for her everything would have been ruined. My lack of patience would have caused me to lose everything and caused a big ruckus in the house. However, my disappointment turned to delight when she had taken my cock in her delicate fingers and then had sucked my cock a few seconds. It was I who had wanted to show her how pleasurable sex with me would be but in those few seconds Bavani was able to show me how superb sex with her would be. Those soft fingers holding my cock and those luscious red lips wrapped around my hard flesh even in those few seconds made me crazier about her than I already was. More importantly when she did that it confirmed in my mind that I was definitely going to fuck her before I left this place. I have seen all that only her husband had seen and I now know why her husband wanted it to be his alone. She had seen my cock. The awe and desire in her eyes when she had seen it assured me that she would henceforth keep thinking of it. The more it occupied her mind the more she would to find out how much pleasure she was going to get through it.

[Mehndi 99]

super excellent update...makes us panting for more....and the small few sucks by Bavani on her lover's cock makes us wonder what eroticism and sex that is coming up in the next updates ...too good

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Hi game40it,

Wonderful and erotic beginning. Reading Vikram and Bhavani incedents are so good.

Mohan insecurity and Vikram confidence and Bhavani lust evidence for what coming in their life. 


One request please don't make the husband a big simp.

Keep up the good work looking forward to read upcoming updates. 

Thank you. 

[Rangushki]

Fantastic

[kumar77717]

you really rock buddy, eagerly waiting for your next update.

[Givemeextra]

Chapter 5 – Vikram Strikes (continued)


“Ah.. you’re back dear, do you want anything? We are busy preparing for this evening’s event,” Bavani said to me with a smile.
 
I felt like that smile was not like her usual smile. It was a little diffident. Was that the smile of a woman who was feeling guilty? How would a guilty woman react? I didn’t know, I had no experience of that. I saw that her blouse was drenched with sweat more than the others. There was another look on her face that I couldn’t make out. It wasn’t tiredness though there were elements of that. It was something more … a look of contentment? My mind was in a muddle, I didn’t know what to think. There were things I was fearful of contemplating.

Ah, waiting for the evening's events.  As the Groom/Bride enjoy their movement, hope to see:
> Movements from Bavani towards Vikram. Bavani somehow trying to avoid hubby and tying to go with Vikram
> Almost getting caught from Hubby and managing. Many Close calls but Bavani somehow manages

[Givemeextra]

Thinking, can there be a situation where:

> Hubby himself getting into situation where he sends Bavani with Vikram
> Hubby tense knowing he sending sheep with wolf but unable to avoid circumstances
> He somehow tries to deny first, even gives eye/word  hints towards Bavani not going, Uses their son as means to stop Bavani  -  but crowd, Vikram and finally Bavani herself not caring of Hubby
> Only Hubby/Vikram and Bavani knows what Hubby means. Bavani acts casual as if she does not know anything

Vikram thanks Hubby for sending Bavani to help. Bavani thanks hubby for sending Vikram for help. 
Hubby getting tension  and blood pressure high high high but Bavani/Vikram are into their own sinful thoughts and don't bother


Hubby baby sitting their son while Vikram does some amount of xxx's with his wife

[abhinay67]

Bhavani will fuck Vikram for sure, She is already not satisfied with his husband and want someone better and good-looking. Only a matter of time before Vikram fucks her and makes her pregnant before eventully leaving her as he has already mentioned his plans.

[Susheela143]

Fantastic

[Mampi]

super writing skill