[Jibon Ahmed]

Wow,, wonderful update

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 13

                                                                         TRISHA


"I don't want to hear about it anymore." I slam open the main door blurting out at my husband, who is behind me.

" You are making a mistake." Arun locks the door and tries to reason with me.

I spin around in my chemise and confront my husband, glaring up at him. “You can’t tell me how to dress. I know I have a stalker, and I want to know who it is.”

He folds his arms and shakes his head. “It’s not safe for you to dress like this.”

“How do you know it’s not safe?” I demand. “You don't know who it is. And if I dress more boldly, maybe he will reveal themselves.”

He sighs and looks away. “You don’t know what this Stalker is capable of. What if he tries to hurt you?”

“I’ll be careful,” I insist. “I just want to know who it is. I can’t just keep living in fear.”

My husband looks at me with concern and takes a step closer. “I understand your need to find out who this person is, but there are other ways to do it. At least consider other options.”

I narrow my eyes and press my lips together. “And what options are those?”

My husband cradles my face in his hands," I will figure out something. For the time being, please stop taking rash decisions. The risks are too high. Please, be careful.'

I brush away his hands and begin to walk away.

'You don't get it!' I say as I turn back to him. 'I'm tired of hiding away. I'm tired of being scared. I want to know who this person is and I'm willing to take the risk to find out!'
I storm away, not looking back, my chemise billowing in the wind.

I head for my bedroom, irritated by the constant badgering by Arun and the lies I just told him.

I throw my phone on the bed in frustration, and that's when I see my panty.

I'm feeling conflicted - a strange mixture of guilt, shame, and thrilling excitement - as I stare at the bright pink panty lying crumpled across the smooth ivory bed sheets.

How did it get here? It is not supposed to be here. Was my Stalker here? Of course, he was here!!!

I feel a mix of shock and embarrassment as I see the panty my Stalker left on my marital bed. I remember vividly how he took it off my body earlier this evening.

Now here it is, a bold reminder of our illicit rendezvous, and I'm wracked with conflicting emotions. I'm aware of my husband in the house, and the knowledge hangs a heavy cloud in the room that any second, he'll walk in and discover my illicit adventure. 

But despite the fear, my heart skips a beat and flutters as I think of my foolishly bold Stalker, the pleasure of his hands wandering my body. That panty is a symbol of everything that's going on between us, and it's like a drug--I can't help myself.

Bedazzled, I keep staring at the panty across my marriage bed; the memories come flooding back. It had been a subversive pleasure, drenched in scandalous passion. 
My cheeks felt hot as recollections of our secret car meeting raced through my mind. 

My stomach flutters with an irresistible thrill. I can still feel the warmth of his hands on my breasts, the pleasure radiating through me when he caressed my tits. The raw, kinky pleasure of it all sends an illicit heat coursing through my veins, even now.

But I can't help the other feeling that follows— dread. My husband is at home, and here I am, looking at the very same panty that my Stalker made me give him. I can't help but ponder if Arun would ever find out about my deeds and what would happen if he did.

These conflicting emotions—a tantalizing thrill and a shiver of fear— wash over me in equal measure. 

I feel a sense of shame engulfs me. I know I have crossed the line and acted recklessly. I am filled with guilt and confusion as I slowly pick up the panty and tuck it away inside my lingerie drawer. I knew I had to Keep lying to Arun to ensure my husband would never know about my indiscretions. I feel vulnerable, vulnerable to discovery and to further emotional hurt.

I sigh deeply and forlornly, feeling the weight of my decisions. 

Sorrow brings anger out of me, I feel my cheeks flush, and I can't help but become enraged as I realize that my Stalker had the gall to leave a trace of my adulterous act in the place of my marriage. I feel my blood boil, and I step away from the bed, unsure what to do next.

I look out the window in disbelief, hoping my Stalker is watching me through the sheer curtains. I can't accept that he has left me a physical reminder of our illicit rendezvous in my marital bed, breaking into my house. 

"What's that noise?" Arun asks upon entering our bedroom.

"What Noise?" My ear is already ringing.

"The fan. I think the power is out." Arun remarks.

I look up and listen carefully; there is that familiar buzzing noise of the fan when it runs on our inverter. But we have never experienced a load shedding since we move into Green Valley.

Arun and I both look outside. The street lamps are on; every house is lit up, and no sound of generators.

"Dang..I think there is fault with our electric line." Arun scowls.

My attention intuitively goes towards my closed lingerie drawer. My Stalker visits my house, and out of the blue, there is a fault in the line. Which never happens.

"I am gonna...." Arun's words get stuck as complete darkness surrounds us. The darkness was sudden. 

"What the hell the inverter also malfunctioned?" Arun's words fill up the dark room.

My heart pounds. I can feel my Stalker is behind this. I thought he left after returning my panty, but now I fear he is inside the house.

"When was the last time you gave distilled water to the battery," Arun asks me.

"I don't remember." I feel lightheaded. I am being paranoid.

" That's why the battery is out of charge. Man what a menace.I am gonna go and fix it," Arun pours out his frustration.

I hear his footsteps going away from me. I want to tell him about my suspicions about my Stalker. I wanted to tell him this power cut seemed like a setup, but I couldn't.

 I feel a lump in my throat. My Stalker's audacity entices me. The further my husband goes away, the more my chances of coming out clean disappears. I turn around with my back facing the door. I tremble in anticipation.

I felt my heart racing as adjusting to the lack of light took me time. I heard my husband's voice as he called out from the hallway, questioning what had happened to the inverter.

I felt a presence enter the room before I had a chance to respond, and I tensed as I realized it could only be one person: my Stalker.

 My heart was in my throat, suddenly uncertain if I should be pleased or scared of the situation. He moved closer; his body shadowed as he used it as an opportunity to move within close proximity to me.

He stood behind me, his presence seemed to consume the room like a dark fog, and I felt myself trembling in anticipation and fear. His hands moved over my shoulders and then my stomach. 

I gasp hard.

He whispers, "You got my message,I presume"

"You should not be here." My voice trembles. I am certain now that my stalker does not belong to my inner circle of people from the community. I don't recognize his voice.

I can feel the guilt seeping through me like poison; this is wrong. I shouldn't be here in our bedroom with another man, but the thrill of being with someone different, someone forbidden, is so strong.

"Shh," his voice whispered softly in my ear.

He steps closer, his fingers trailing along my collarbone and gently grazing my breasts. A shiver runs through me, his touch sending pleasure radiating through my body.
 
"You should go." I mewl weakly.

In response, His soft kisses start to soften my skin. He caresses my breasts with a tenderness that makes me tremble, my nipples becoming aroused by his strong fingertips. 

"Let go," he whispers. "Let me explore your body, your desires. Follow my touch. I want to make you feel alive."

The desire within me starts to grow; he moves closer, exploring my neck and shoulders with teasing licks and gentle bites. A soft moan escapes my lips as he continues to shower me with his desire.

"Ahhhh.." 

He chuckles darkly, low in my ear. 'You like that, don't you?' he says in a teasing tone.

I make a protesting noise, trying to keep my wits about me, though I know it's pointless. He knows better than I that the wetness gathering between my thighs is a betrayer of pleasure.

He moves around me, pressing himself against my back, his chest to my spine, his arousal grinding against me.

'No,' I whisper, hating the truth of it. 'No, I don't like it.'

His lips brush my ear. 'You sure about that?'

He cups my breasts through the chemise, kneading them, and my breath hitches.

My mind fights against my body, but I'm rapidly losing control.

He laughs a throaty chuckle. "Oh, yes, you like it,' he growls into my ear. 'You like it a lot."

'Please...stop,' I breathe, but I'm too spun at the moment to truly mean it. 

His hands continue moving in tantalizing circles across my breasts, and his warmth coaxes a gentle shudder. I want him to stop, but I don't.

He takes his time, savouring each touch and nuzzling closer to me. His breath tickles my neck, and I know I'm powerless against the pleasure he's eliciting. His husky voice whispers to me in the darkness.

"You shouldn't enjoy this,' he teases me , 'But you do, don't you?"

The man's hands feel like hot silk on my shoulders as his fingers trace down my neck; I can feel them pressing lightly against my skin as he moves lower. 

His hands are now cupping my breasts, his palms exploring these soft mounds of flesh, his thumbs lightly brushing against my nipples. His fingers were firmer now, kneading and squeezing my breasts. 

My breath is becoming ragged as pleasure snakes through me as his hands continue exploring, his fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin of my areolas, sending sparks of desire through me. His lips are now on my neck as his hands roam freely over my body.

I can feel both of his hands cupping and fondling my breasts now, manipulating them in a way that drives me wild with desire. His fingers gently tugged at my nipples, twirling around them and squeezing them lightly, sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body. 



I can feel my body quiver and tremble beneath his touch, aching for more. His hands move slowly to the edges of my chemise, pushing it aside as he caresses my chest, massaging my soft flesh with his fingertips.

The darkness in the bedroom wraps around us like a cocoon, muffling my moans of pleasure. His calloused, experienced hands are strongly squeezing my breasts through the sheer material of my chemise, sending waves of desire radiating through my body.

His hands caress my skin as they move in circles, pulverizing and kneading my breasts. He teases each of my nipples with a gentle pinch, then trails his fingertips up and down my chest. His touch is making me weak in the knees, and I press my body even harder against him, craving more of his touch. My luscious ass grinds against his impressive hard-on.

The sensation of pleasure increases, and my breathing becomes laboured. His hands squeeze my breasts more firmly as I feel his arousal pressing against me. I can feel every movement of his hands, and my body responds eagerly, quivering with anticipation. His fingertips are making delicate circles around my nipples, and I moan with desire.



Downstairs, I hear my husband in the living room, banging and rattling around, unsuccessfully trying to fix the fuse. I know he won't succeed soon; he's never been good at these things. 

"Honey where are the inverter fuses?" Arun shouts.

"I broke them." My Stalker chuckles and spins me around.

He lands a firm smack on my bubble butt, making it wobble under my chemise and instructs, "Walk and talk to your husband. I don't want him to come upstairs."

As I walk slowly, alternating the steps of my two feet, I am wearing only a chemise with no underwear, the feeling of the air on my exposed skin making me feel alive. 

He gives me another light slap on my ass, and I groan," mmmphhh..."

"I don't know," I shout back at Arun while walking towards the hallway.

"What do you know then.? My husband blurts in frustration.

My Stalker, who is trailing behind me, pushes his fingertip ever so slightly inside my pussy as I move. 

"Uffffff...." A squeaky moan escapes my mouth at the sudden intrusion.

"What did you say?" Arun asks from downstairs in a whiny voice.

"Don't stop.keep walking." My Stalker rolls his finger inside my pussy. 

I bit my lips in sensation.

As I walk, slicing the darkness, my eyes remain fixed on the ground, my steps tentative as I struggle to reconcile the conflicting emotions coursing through me. My body betraying a war between pleasure and embarrassment. 

"Where did you say the fuses are," Arun asks with an attitude.

"Answer him." My Stalker pats my pussy mound. My cheeks glow in further embarrassment.

My chemise flutters as the Stalker again moves his fingers inside my pussy, my hardened nipples chafing against the fabric, my skin feeling strange and exposed without any undergarments. I walk beside my Stalker, feeling at once a thrilling sense of freedom and a disconcerting uncertainty about what I'm now entering into.

"Did you check the cabinet?" My voice cracks.

I try to stay focused on the way I'm moving, but my Stalker has inserted another finger deep inside me. 

"Mmmm you are so wet. You are enjoying this very much." He nibbles my ear.

" Which cabinet?" Arun asks in frustration," We got so many cabients Trisha."

My Stalker lightly caresses me as I step forward, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot deep within and sending little sparks of pleasure up my spine.

"The one under the basin," I reply in a sultry voice.
 
With each subsequent step, his finger presses further in, making me want to move faster but also wanting the moment to never end. As he pushes deeper into me, I start to close my eyes and relax, the sensation of pleasure overwhelming me.

I can feel my body responding to him, my pussy squeezing around his finger as if it were a second skin. I can hear the teasing dialogue of my stalker as his finger teases my inner walls. 
His soothing words command me to move with his finger inside me. His fingers circle my inner muscles. I am in a trance-like state as I move, feeling pleasure fill my entire body with each step. I feel more connected to my Stalker than ever before, the feeling of his finger in me sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine.

We are standing in the upstairs drawing room now.

My stalker squeezes my ass roughly and demands, "Keep talking to your husband. I want to know where he is at every second. You don't want me to get caught do you now?" he slaps my butt lightly and compliments, "You got a nice ass."

That thrills and pleases me." "Did you find the fuse yet?" I call down the staircase, my voice revealing nothing of the pleasure that I am experiencing at the hands of my stalker.

"Noooo!' my husband yells from downstairs. I can hear the discontent in his voice.

"I can see why you got bored with him." My stalker chuckles and rests his hand on my waist.

"I am not bored with him." I grimace, quivering against his body.

The man behind me slides his hands further up my body, pushing the fabric of my chemise aside to get a better angle on my breasts. He cups them in his hands tenderly, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I stifle a moan, trying to prevent my husband from hearing the noise.

 

'If you are not then I will make him boring for you." He growls.and gently kisses the back of my neck before letting his tongue slide up and down my spine, leaving a trail of fire. 
His fingers keep playing with my nipples, squeezing them in ways that cause pleasure to course through my body.

I give myself over to the sensation. 

"Ohhhh gawwddd...." I moan out involuntarily.

'Everything okay up there, honey?' my husband inquires.

"Yessss... just a bug," I lie shamelessly, biting back a moan as my stalker's fingertips dig suggestively into my nipples.

" I can't find the fuses. I am going to see the power box." My husband informs.

I close my eyes, savouring the tension that the man's touch creates. I can feel his hands slipping under my chemise, tracing patterns onto my engorged breasts. His hands are rough now and  deeply demanding.



I gasp as he continues his exploration.I can feel the warmth radiating from his hands as he tweaks my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.
"Yes, I found the problem. All three fuses burnt." My husband lets me know.

As the man stands behind me in the dark, his powerful hands exploring my breasts over the thin fabric of my chemise, I can still manage to carry on a conversation with my husband, whose voice reaches me from downstairs.

"How is it going down there?' I ask, my voice sounding a bit strained.

"I need copper wire." My husband reports to me.

"Unhuhh...." I moan.

I can feel the heat of my body against my thigh as my stalker brings his palm to my pussy and pleases me with soft, slow strokes. Tension builds within me, and every silky touch and every slippery plunge brings me immense pleasure.

My stalker whispers sweet nothings in my ear, making me radiant in embarrassment. The feeling of his fingers tracing slow circles in my inner thigh sent fire coursing through my veins. His whisper of breath on my neck causes me to tremble with pleasure.

"Do you know where can I find a wire?I have to make fuses." My husband shouts.

My Stalker's fingers lightly flicked my already wet pussy. His fingers are soft yet firm, massaging my clit in gentle circles, then pressing down hard. He arouses me with a skill and an intensity I couldn't resist. His whispers and promises of excitement and pleasure beyond my wildest dreams filled me with anticipation and pleasure.



"Keep talking to you husband." He chuckles,"You are getting carried away.Misguide your husband. Point him to place where there is no wire." He licks my ear while speaking.

"No .I can't do that." I protest swaying my ass onto his body.

 He begins to caress my inner thighs, his touch ever so light, setting fire to my very core. His hand slides between my legs and his fingertips expertly bring my pleasure to new heights, my thighs quivering as his caress makes me shiver with delight.


My body quakes with desire, my guilt intensifying as his touch coaxes a moan from me. But I can't help it, his tongue tasting me, and his fingers masterfully sending waves of pleasure through my trembling body.

I want this to linger and I obey him," I saw some spare wires in the studyroom."

"Studyroom?" My husband,"You sure."

My stalker whispers in my ear, "You're so wet for me."

"Ahhhh..Yesssss.." I shudder.

"Alright. getting it." Arun confirms.

"That's a good wifey." My stalker teases me and slides the chemise straps from my shoulder. It falls on the ground in no time .Now I am completely naked,aroused and in the embrace of my mysterious Stlaker.

[Mahi sharma]

How is this man storker



I hope old man


Watchman


Anye uncal

Intresting stories

Thanks

Waiting next updet

[Mahi sharma]

Out of control

[Gandhi krishna]

Super sexy update

[NityaSakti]

He is bringing out the inner desires and real trisha out of her. From here, there is no going back as she knows now what she likes. Splendid writing.

[Deepak Sanjeev]

Hottest story at the moment

[Nani7872]

Brother, A huge round of applauses to you because you came up with a very different concept and yet making the story so hot with each update. Many thanks to you bro, finally after a long wait I am able to read a different kind of erotic & hot story. I was bored with reading same old routine stories.

My only request is maintain this tempo, don't rush the things and try to update regularly please because if you drop it in the middle then readers will loose interest.

Wishing you all the best and eagerly waiting for the update tonight.

Thanks brother....

[Givemeextra]

UPDATE 13

Simply outstanding
Repped You Bro.
Excellent Update this Part 13.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 14

                                                                                          TRISHA

I'm standing here in the pitch-black darkness of our house, completely exposed and vulnerable, in front of my Stalker. I know he can make out my shape in the dark. Every inch of my skin is exposed, and I feel a mixture of shame and arousal wash over me. 


 My husband is downstairs, yet here I am, standing before my Stalker, risking it all. 

I can end it all if I just shout and inform Arun about this anonymous intruder in our house. Yet I couldn't.

The heady thrill of almost getting caught intoxicates me.The knowledge of what we're doing, what we might get caught doing, fills me with a pleasure as intense as the act itself.

My Stalker kicks the chemise away from my feet. I can feel the heat radiating off of him. He leans in, his lips hovering just above my ear.

I turn a bit, and fear grips my throat as I express my anxiety, "You should leave.It is getting dangerous now.".

 I find no strength in my voice.I can sense the man I am talking to is in his mid 30's, surely no more than 45.

"Your skin is so soft," he murmurs, his breath tickling my neck, his hand caressing my hair, "Don't be afraid." my attention skittishly hovers between him and my husband downstairs.

His voice is low and sultry, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body, and my face flare with heat. I can't believe I'm letting him do this.





"Don't be shy," he says, his hands ghosting over my body, "You have a lovely figure" Shame mounts on my high cheekbones, and My breath catches in my throat.

He turns me around again, making me face downwards against the railing so I can keep track of my husband.

The wetness between my legs betrays the feelings I can't hide. 

My Stalker sneakily slides one of his fingers inside my pussy, and I can't help but moan in pleasure as my inner walls ripple around him-"Offffff...."

My Stalker chuckles in pride at my reaction. I imagine his grin twisting his lips while mine are upside down.

I'm standing there, helplessly writhing against him, loving the way his touch makes me feel.

I concentrate on each stroke, a sultry sigh leaving my lips with each thrust. My clit pulses with pleasure, my breath coming in shallow pants. I can feel the wetness between my legs getting sloppier as my pussy continues to throb.

"Honey,I can't find it ." My husband's defeated voice floats in the darkness.

Hearing my husband's voice, my Kinky Stalker becomes aggressive, knowing  I have to answer my hubby, and to make it difficult for me, he pushes his finger deeper into me. 
I'm desperate to keep quiet, worried that my husband might hear, but as my Stalker's finger rubs against my sensitive bundle of nerves, I feel the tingle of pleasure blooming. 

I desperately try to remain still, my hands gripping tightly to his thighs, but as the pleasure intensifies, I can't stop myself from letting out soft groans of pleasure.

*smack* My StalkerStalker startles me with a loud slap on my protruding ass and growls, "Answer him."

"Keep...mmphhh searching." I reply to my unsuspecting husband.

"Watch it, Trisha, don't loiter around in the Dark." My husband cautions me with concern in his voice.

I whisper at my Stalker, pleading, "Please don't make noise."

"Shhhhh" He puts a finger on my lips and whispers back, "Keep quiet and Listen."

 My spine tingles with pleasure as I feel my persuasive Stalker's other finger enter inside me, teasing and coaxing my insides until I can barely contain my pleasure. 

His touch was magical, and I struggled to keep my moans contained while he skillfully teased my inner walls. My body betrays me, and I surrender to his ministrations, allowing waves of pleasure to overtake me, and I listen.

I listen to the wet sounds that are coming out of my pussy, almost like a deep echoing, a mix between a low moan and a trickling river. It's a combination of pleasure and need, of wanting him more and more. 

With each movement of his fingers, I can feel my muscles tensing and releasing, creating an almost musical pattern of wet and enticing noises. I'm tense and relaxed all at once, feeling pleasure ripple throughout my body and leaving me aching for more.

"Listen to the music we are making." His husky voice lulls me.

And I listen.

The wet, slippery sounds coming from my pussy are like music to me. Each stroke causes a new melody, a duet between my pleasure and the pleasure of my Stalker. I can hear the slick, juicy friction of his skillful touch; his finger gliding inside and circling around my most sensitive area with practiced strokes as if he's relearning how to play a long-forgotten instrument. He knows just where and how to touch me to push me over the edge.


My breath shudders out of me in delight, my head lolling back as I'm transported to a world of pleasure. An intense wetness builds between my legs, and as my Stalker continues to stroke me, I feel my slickness coating him. I cover my mouth leaning over the railing, rolling my eyes into my skull, facing the darkness in front while he fingers me from behind.



I can hear the soft, slick noises that come with his every movement, a combination of wet, juicy slurps and light smacking that combine to create a symphony of pleasure.
Every stroke causes me to shudder in pleasure as delight washes over me. I squeeze my eyes shut and can't help but moan, my body electrified with pleasure.

"No, Honey...there is no wire here.I think you have mistaken." My husband has given up his search.

Anticipating a conversation between my husband and me, my Stalker curls his finger within me, the wet sounds coming from my pussy intensify, and he remarks,
 "I bet he couldn't even find your clit,just like he can't find the fuse,let along fix it. Answer him, Beautiful." and follows up with another louder smack on my plump ass, stinging it.

"Oh, goddd....." I groan in pain, scrunching my face.

"I am telling you not to roam around in the dark." My husband orders me thinking I am stumbling upon furniture may be.

"Try the garage," I kill the moan while speaking.

"There no wire there.I know." My husband asserts certainty.

"Try it anyway." I huffed.

Arun accessed the attached garage with his mobile phone flashlight from within our house, crossing the living room downstairs.



Upstairs with each thrust of my Stalker's finger inside my oozing pussy, I could hear a wet, almost squelching sound-a sound that could only signify pleasure ,as my pulsating walls were being aroused to new heights.

 As he moved his finger in and out of me, I could feel my feminine juices running freely, pooling around my Stalker's finger, soaking my inner walls with orgasmic bliss.

My Stalker chortles in delight as I shudder," If he can't fix fuses, how can he fix your leakage?Your plumbing requirements are very complicated than he realizes."

While teasing me, he punishes my ass with a playful spank, and the sound echoes. I  know my husband can hear it, and my Stalker is intentionally doing it.

I moan, "uffff...you are reckless" The hedonistic thrill of almost getting caught only amplifies the sensations that ripple through me. The fear of being caught dissolves into the pleasure of the moment as I enjoy my forbidden pleasure.

He spanks me again and again and again.... until finally, there is a crash downstairs, and I hear my husband's voice calling to me, and that is when the most intense rush of all slams into me. I am caught between pleasure and fear, and I find both equally thrilling and intoxicating.

Arun shouts from the garage, "Trisha, are you all right?"

My stalker responds with a chuckle and plots to make me miserable as I try to reply to my husband, who is worried about my well-being during this preplanned power cut.

He presses his digits deeper and deeper into me. Each penetration is like a mini explosion, sending waves of pleasure through my body and making me clench down on his hand.

Desperately trying not to alert my husband, who is finding the fuse in our garage, I bite down on my lip and try to concentrate on controlling my moans. With each sensation, my body screams for more. His expert movements only leave me wanting more, and I can hardly keep myself from screaming out in pleasure.

At this point, I am nothing but a wet, uncontrollable mess. With one last thrust of his fingers, I am swept away by a tsunami of bliss, and my body quivers with delight. Every muscle tenses and then relaxes, leaving me completely spent and barely able to stand.

I moan out, "Yesssss.sssss...." responding to Arun while cumming on my mischievous Stalker's fingers.

My Stalker does not stop. He gives my pussy no respite.As his fingers grace my engorged pussy petals, I'm overwhelmed with a sense of shame that I'm being unfaithful to my husband while he carries out his duties downstairs.

The moan escapes my lips despite my attempts to keep it inside. His finger circles the aroused nub, and I clamp my lips shut, a certain sense of guilt washing over me, even though it is balanced by the sweet pleasure his touch has brought.

I bite my lip, struggling to stifle a groan, my legs trembling from his touch. Every moan I make, every gasp I utter is tainted by the fact that I am betraying the vows my husband and I exchanged on the day of our marriage.

It's a cruel reminder of my current predicament, and yet I can't help but be aroused by it. The knowledge that I'm doing something so wrong, yet it feels so euphoric.

 Even though the guilt never leaves me, it doesn't stop my body from its inevitable reaction.

The temptation of pleasure and shame are battling in my mind as I stand there, allowing my Stalker to have his way with me.

My Stalker slowly starts to chuckle, aware of the battle raging inside of me. 

He leans in close and whispers against my ear, "Look how you quivering from my touch, so eager to succumb to the pleasure I'm inducing on you - yet you're struggling to stay still. What would your husband say if he knew that his wife was trembling with desire in the embrace of another man? Does that make it harder for you to hold back your moans?"

My Stalker stands intimately close, caressing my inner thighs and sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. His dexterous fingers slowly pleasuring me, pushing me ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Shut up...ahhhhh.....ummmphhhh." I warn him.


He ignores that and teases me further, "We both know you should be with your husband right now, holding a flashlight and helping him search the wire in the garage. I mean, isn't that why you married him in the first place? To take care of family needs like a good wife? But here you are, getting fingered by me - a man who can hardly keep his hands off you."

Shame floods my body, but I cannot stop him as his fingers explore my wet folds and his thumb circles my swollen clit. His fingers slide deep inside me as he expertly massages my inner walls. I want to moan with pleasure, but I bite my lip hard in an effort to remain silent. As my hips thrust and move against him, I'm left desperate and breathless. 

"Oh, Look at you...Greedy Wifey so bored of her mundane married life." He chuckles a sardonic edge to his voice as I grind my weeping slit onto his ever-present fingers, thrusting my ass backward.

His fingers continue their rhythmic penetrating, and I feel myself being teased to the brink before being pulled tantalizingly back. My body screams with pleasure, and noiseless gasps come from my open mouth.

The combination of fingers and moisture creates a slick friction between us, and I can feel my Stalker's finger scorching its way through my most sensitive depths. My hips arch forward, desperate for more pleasure, and another orgasm peaks until nothing remains except the squelching sounds of pure pleasure emanating from my palpitating core.

My Stalker nips by earlobe, "I want alone time with you now. Get rid of your husband." He demands in a voice of steel.

"No." I protest, shaking in orgasmic bliss.

My stalker grabs my quivering womanhood with his rough palm and growls, "Yes....I want to listen to your moans...I want to please you more."

There is an animal passion in his voice, and that exhilarates me.

He turns me around and sits in front of me, spreading my legs wide apart. My head is spinning in arousal with my back pressed on the railing. I can see nothing in the dark.

His fingers conquer my drenched vulva once again. Soft, wet noises escape my lips as my Stalker's fingers enter me. His touch drives my body wild with a combination of delight and need.

The noises coming from my pussy are thick and wet, with each stroke driving me to writhe. I arch my back. Drips of wetness cascade down my inner thighs and my Stalker's wrist as my his well-honed skill drags out my climax higher and higher. 



My breath pants full of need as I struggle to contain the pleasure radiating from within me. I cover my mouth to block my muffled moans; thousands of explosion sparks behind my closed eyes shattering my mind.


I succumb to his illicit proposal, "How.." the eroticism and arousal washing away my chastity.

He turns my body using my hips, making me face downstairs to keep track of my husband's whereabouts.

"Tell him to go to a friend's house if he doesn't find the wire. Give him the idea to borrow fuse from someone." his hands come upwards, and he grabs my firm tits.

I oblige, holding back the moan in my throat and feigning innocence as I call down from the upstairs , 'Honey, You find the wire? Have you managed to make a fuse from it? "while my Stalker mauls, my swelled up, malleable orbs with both his hands rubbing my nectar all over them.

My Stalker and I know I'm not just asking about the fuse. I'm testing the waters, trying to see if my husband has any idea of what's really happening.

My husband shouts from the garage," No..but I found my old Walkman. Man, I had so much fun with this when I was a kid." I can detect the nostalgia in his voice.

"That's great...mphhh...Why don't you borrow fuse from Gupta?" I choke at the end as my Stalker rhythmically fans his fingers over my erect nipples in a circular motion.

"What will people think if they know we don't have a toolbox...." He whines.

"Pleaseeeee... do you want to spent the night in dark? It is so hot in here."I press him.

"It indeed is." My stalker whispers in my ears, rubbing his throbbing appendage on my apple bottom while testing the elasticity of my udders upstairs.

"Ok ok alright." My husband reluctantly agrees.

My stalker pinches my nipples, eliciting a groan from me, and solicits while playing with my milks," Tell him to bring  milk from the market ."

I shiver, knowing my Stalker trying to squeeze out as much alone time as he can.I lovingly urge my husband," Bring two packets of milk as you are heading out."

"Need my wallet for that." Arun informs.

My stalker immediately leaves my body, and I also panic, knowing Arun will come upstairs to get my wallet.

Then Arun declares," Nah don't need it I will pay with UPI."

"Alright." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Lock the door Trisha ." Arun tells me before going out.

Now I am completely alone with my Stalker, aroused and very much naked.

[Givemeextra]

UPDATE 14

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Dammmmm,   what an update.
Added Reps Again 
Man where were you till now.

[Santhosh Stanley]

woowwww...what a sexy update. she is alone at home after her husband goes to office, yet the stalkar wants more thrill.

[Ananthukutty]

My god, top erotica this is :)

[Mahi sharma]

OMG

Ye koi old man fuking trisha

[Mahi sharma]

Waiting

[Sankamithira]

Excellent updates friend

[Jayam Ramana]

very hot story

[savana1983]

Update Plz

[Mahi sharma]

Waiting

[raokamran]

Hot as hell you are writing one of the hottest stories on Internet man bravo