Adultery He, She, Husband (Completed)

[game40it]

Don't think any one was interested about the background story of Vikram , This updates and possibly the next one has broken the flow of the story

yeah, my suggestion would be to focus on bhavani n vikram's affair n its impact on the husband than on the characters backstories...

I agree.. this is just unnecessary diversion from the good going story.. plz focus on bhavani.. Vikram and husband without any background..

100% agree
We all know by now, Vikram has a great tool and uses it to give at most pleasure. His background not adding much.

This is a rewriting of my story from Tamil so I was following more or less the original plot. I felt a little background of Vikram was necessary. From how he is now, originally he was just like any other young man with same likes, dislikes etc. Contrary to his image now initially he too floundered in sex as any inexperienced young man would. It was to show that he was not all shallow in character and his behaviour was shaped by these events. It will be important to validate how he behaves at the climax of this story.  If many feel this detracts from the main plot I could shorten this portion but would still have to write about some of the events that had happened.

[game40it]

Wonderful...

very good

Waiting for the next update..

Let the author write with actual plot....
He is amazing writer and surely vikram past must have some impacet on the future of the story....
So let us all wait and watch....

Thank you. I felt I needed to do some character development of Vikram and hence this sub plot.

good update dear author. Thanks

Thank you all. I had been writing the update for my Tamil story and so could not write any thing on this story or respond to the comments. The Tamil story would have two or at most three more episodes and I can fully concentrate on writing this story afterwards. I had started on my next update of this story just yesterday. It would take another two days to complete or maybe if time permits a little earlier.

[game40it]

Chapter 11 – continued

 
My first experience of a blowjob was mind blowing. I couldn’t even have imagined how the pleasure was going to be like. My fantasy, my dreams were all coming true. I had always imagined my first sex experience was going to be with a girl around my age but this … sex with an older woman was something I had not even fantasied about. She sucked me for what seemed a long time but I was hoping she would never stop. Finally, when she took her mouth off my piece of meat it was drenched with her saliva.
 
“You are not lying to me are you? You are still a virgin?” She asked me suspiciously.
 
I got a disturbed when she asked me like that, I was so unsettled that I reverted to calling her aunty.  “Why do you ask aunty? I swear all this is new to me.”
 
She could see that I was not lying. “It’s just that an unexperienced young man would have finished by now but you seem to hold on without any problem.”
 
I smiled shyly trying to avoid looking into her eyes. How can I tell her the reason for my, this professed prowess? “No aunty it’s because I… ,” I stopped as I couldn’t find the words to tell her why.
 
“Go on, tell me.. why did you stop.”
 
“No aunty .. it’s nothing,” I was too embarrassed to tell her the reason.
 
“You are hiding something Vikram, I know it. What ever it is you can tell me. I won’t think badly of it.”
 
I was hesitant because I had to admit to something that was shameful for me to admit at that age. As she expectantly looked at my face as she stroked my cock I decided to open up.  “It’s that I masturbate almost everyday sometimes even two times a day. “
 
“Why be shy about this? This is nothing, all boys your age do it.”
(You have so much of desire for sex is it, good I’ll use that)
 
“It’s just I stop when I feel like finishing and then continue so to last long.”
 
She laughed and said,” Well if you please me you don’t have to resort to that anymore.”
 
“Now you explore my body,” She told me.
 
Like a small boy who had been given his favourite toy I caressed her body all over. I touched her where she told me to, kissed her where she wanted me to and on my own licked her body because I was so hot for her at that time. She moaned appreciating my efforts.
 
“Now Vikram, do what I did for you,” Sandhya said as she lay on her back with her thighs opened wide for me. I was going to taste a woman’s cunt for the first time. It was something I had dreamt about from the time I became interested in sex. I was slightly apprehensive whether a woman’s vagina would smell and that I may be put off by it. But her pussy was clean and the smell coming from it arousing. I did what I had thought licking a cunt meant, I literally pushed out my tongue and licked there like licking an ice cream.
 
“No darling boy, it’s not just that, suck there, suck my inner lips but gently … mmm like that … now put your fingers in lie you are fucking me .. no, no, … not like that … a little up hmm yes like that..”
 
I didn’t know then that there was much more to cunnilingus then just licking. That first time I didn’t do it very well but well enough for her to get some pleasure. Over the course of many months she let her body be my learning aid as I slowly learnt how to please a woman in this way. On that day though I made up for my lack of skill by my enthusiasm. Finally, the time for the thing I was waiting for arrived. She pulled me up and lovingly kissed me.
 
“Now Vikram dear, I want you … I want your virginity .. Are you ready? She said as she ran her fingers through my hair.
 
I was more than ready,” Yes,” was all I could croak. I eagerly got in between her open legs. This much I knew what to do but floundered when I tried to put my cock into her pussy hole. This would have confirmed to her that I was a novice in this and still a virgin.
 
She came to my rescue. She lodged the tip of my prick at the entrance to her treasure hole and said,” now push it in but slowly .. you are big.”
 
As I slowly pushed down she pulled me to her. My full cock slid into her moist opening which tightly gripped my pole and just like that I was no more a virgin.
 
“Wow I feel like you are poking into my stomach Vikram sss…”
 
This felt so wonderful for me and I immediately started moving fast and aggressively.
 
“Wait .. wait …Vikram, stop,” she held me tight not letting me move. I stopped everything I was doing and looked at her face. I was scared I did something wrong.
 
“Sorry … did I do anything wrong?”
 
“Vikram do you have to go somewhere quickly?”
 
She asked me this so seriously that I answered her. “No .. why are you asking?”
 
“Then why your hurry? Don’t hurt the woman, make her enjoy.”
 
My over enthusiasm was because this was my first time but Sandhya guided me, slowing me down, encouraging me when to move faster even when I feel like I’m getting near making me stop moving my hips but making the arousal not subside by continuing to caress each other and exchange kisses before continuing to move. Not only that day but over the course of our relationship she taught me the ways to give pleasure to a woman.
 
Whatever said and done that first time I came before she did. Not knowing that and having experienced superb pleasure I enthusiastically asked her,” how was it for you Aunty? You enjoyed?”
 
She just smiled in response. Even at that time I could understand that she hadn’t reached her orgasm. I felt down and inadequate at that time. “Sorry aunty, you didn’t like it .. I couldn’t stop from finishing.”
 
Seeing my long face, she smiled kindly at me. “Who said I didn’t enjoy? Not reaching orgasm doesn’t mean a woman didn’t enjoy the sex. Don’t worry too much my dear boy.”
 
My disappointment was still evident on my face. She cuddled me lovingly and for me at that age I was ready to go again within five minutes. This time I was very happy when Sandhya suddenly grabbed my body hard as if wanting to crush me and moaned loudly. I realised she was having her orgasm. After that I felt a looseness in the grip of her pussy on my cock. I was so happy that I pumped hard and shot my load into her. That was the start of our intimate illicit relationship. In the next three years I had sex with Sandhya much more than her husband would have. She shaped me in things that became erotic for me. She would talk with her husband on the phone while having sex with me. For me at that time it made the sex very enjoyable. This was what I wanted to do later with the women I had sex with, what I want to do with Bavani too. Especially wives engaging in double meaning talk as I fuck their wives. After seeing a video of a man and woman having sex in a car I had asked her if we could do it. One night she asked me to come out when everyone was sleeping. She took me in her car to a remote place where we parked and letting the car engine run and the air conditioner on we got completely naked and had a wonderful romp in the car. The next day she said she had a big task in trying to clean the car seat as my sperm had leaked on to the seat. I don’t know if I would be able to fuck Bavani in Mohan’s car but I certainly planned to fuck Bavani in my car. She wanted to buy me expensive clothes and gifts but I refused because I won’t be able to explain that away to my parents. Instead she would take me to expensive hotels where she would book a room for us to enjoy ourselves and appease the hunger in our body before we would have food at the same hotel and appease the hunger of our stomachs. During that period my appetite for sex was completely taken care by her so much so I had no interest in any other women. Every type of sex I wanted she gave me. Showed me where to touch and caress a woman to give her pleasure. In short she made me the lover I became.
 
We had become so close during that time and it could be said that I was even a little in love with her. That day when she first picked me up, she had done it on an impulse. It was a spur of the moment thing. What had driven her to do this was her growing frustration with her husband who had been completely neglecting her. It had hurt her more because their marriage was a love marriage that they fought for against the wishes of their parents. Now after a few years of marriage they had completely grown apart. So, her husband was the reason for her to get close to me and paradoxically he was the reason for them to get close again and for her to break off her affair with me. Because of his heavy drinking habit, he had a stroke at the young age thirty-nine. That was when he became dependant on her. The love she used to have for him and which had been driven away deep into her came forth when she saw the helpless state he was in. He needed her even for simple tasks and she felt good to be needed again by her husband. They re-found the reason they fell in love the first time. The relationship of marriage was not dependant on sex alone though it played an important role. An important part is interdependence between the couple. Over time he recovered to a large extent physically mentally he was deeply affected. He came to know the value of his wife again and he started showing his love for her once more. She started reciprocating.
 
“Pity him Vikram, he needs me now,” she told me. As we had become close whenever she called me by name along with Vikram  she would add darling , baby, dear boy etc but now it was just Vikram and I noticed that difference. “He really needs me now and I need to fully put my attention on taking care of him.”
 
Before her husband could have taken care of her sexual needs but for him drinking with friends gave him greater pleasure. She decided she would seek it elsewhere. Now he was not capable of engaging in sex (at least not yet) but she didn’t need that sex anymore, his display of love for her was more important to for her. That was when I came to know that the feeling of love was stronger than the need for sex. I also came to know that it was almost important to understand a woman. I got a new found respect for her and I did not want to cause any trouble in her life by insisting on continuing to have sex with her.
 
“Forgive me Vikram, at an impressionable age I used you for my own needs,” she said with regret and sadness in her voice. “I’m worried that I have led you down a wrong path and you will have wrong impression of women in general, only one thing I will tell you, keep in mind that not all women behave like me.”
 
Soon she left the city and moved on to her husband’s hometown. While she was here I had all the sexual pleasure I needed but now I started missing sex a lot. Though by now I was quite good in matters relating to sex I did not know anything on how to go about seducing a woman. Sandhya was the one who picked me up and seduced me but I didn’t know the first thing on how to get a woman. My first efforts in this were complete disasters. I’ve had women who gave me dirty (angry) looks, I’ve been scolded a few times when women realised what my intentions were. It was because after my experience with Sandhya I was drawn only towards married women. It was deeply imbedded in my mind that only they are very good in bed so I never made any approach to any girl my age though I was aware that there were some who had shown interest. There was one bad incident where I was beaten up by the woman’s husband and her brothers. That’s when I became withdrawn and very cautious. Over time I started learning on how to read the signals given out by women who are interested. Some were obvious ones when her eyes flutter when you are talking to her, or she crosses her legs while sitting and her knees point to you. Another thing was eye contact. She would look deep into your eyes when conversing that is what Bavani did. The other not so obvious ones were tossing or stroking her hair, caressing objects in her hand both of this Bavani did after she realised I was drooling after her. She stroked her hair in place where her braided hair was already in place and she unconsciously caressed the cups she was supposed to be cleaning. All these signals Bavani gave off gave me hope. So, after Sandhya I finally succeeded in seducing a woman after many efforts that led to failure. The truth was very few women were ready to stray in their marriage though maybe the number of women who were interested maybe more. I also learnt that though some women gave out signals they were interested they did not have the guts to go through with their desire. The first woman I had sex with after Sandhya reconfirmed in my mind that the best women to engage in sex with were married women who cheated. That woman who was cheating for the first time was very fearful and cautious fearing getting caught more than anything but once in the act of adulterous love itself she would display her full passion and be a very consummate lover.
 
She
 
Everything that had happened was just only like a dream. Did I behave in such a way I thought to myself not being able to believe how I could have been that bold. Now in the familiar surroundings of my own home the enormity of what I had done truly hit me. I had lost the most precious thing a woman has to a man who I had only just met on that day. I couldn’t believe I was capable of behaving in this manner. Truly I didn’t know about my own self … what I was capable of. How could I have faltered so easily? Was I such a cheap woman? That too I slept with a man younger than me, granted he was only two years younger than me. Was I so ready to succumb to a man’s seduction? I must have had some aching need in me that even I was not conscious of. All these thoughts came one after another to me but I still couldn’t get clarity on my state of being.  In that different atmosphere in the wedding I had a new type of excitement, a thrill that I was being courted by a handsome young man. I took it as a compliment and let myself bask in that pleasant feeling. I didn’t think it would lead to anything so I thought it would cause no harm. Events moved more rapidly than I anticipated and events and emotions overwhelmed me. After that the immense pleasure that I had experienced with Vikram, the intense ecstasy of the orgasms that I experienced kept me in an unsettled state and easily be manipulated by my young lover who had been adept at creating the situations where he and I could experience the thrilling joy of illicit sex. At that time, I forgot everything. I forgot that I was married. I forgot that I was a loyal wife. I forgot that I was the mother of a child. All that mattered was the deliciously sinful sex. Now back in the familiar surroundings of my home reality has come crashing down on me. The enormity of my betrayal and the accompanying sense of guilt started weighing down on me. What had happened at the wedding was surreal, this was reality.
 
The next day after my husband and son had gone to work and college respectively I took an unusually very long bath. As if I was trying to wash away the sin from my body with the water. I even found it difficult to go into the pooja room. How am I to face the deities after what I had done. Wouldn’t the images of the deities scold me that I was a slut? I was in a very pensive mood. I sat on the sofa, lost within my own thoughts. 
 
“Okay what are you going to do now Bavani?” I asked myself. “Knowing Vikram, he will somehow get your details and contact you, what will you do then?” “You have engaged in this sinful deed once (not exactly once .. a number of times but all within a short frame of time) or you going to continue to betray the trust of your husband?” “Is the pleasure of the body more important than anything else in life?” “Pity your husband, what you did was unfair to him … how are you going to make up for it for him?” The image of my husband’s face and Vikram’s face were fighting for dominance in my mind. Who was more important? .. the husband or the lover?
 
As if on cue I got the message alert tone. I dreaded to look at who it was from because in my mind I knew it could only be from one person. But there was no avoiding it. I had to look at it.
 
As I suspected the message was indeed from Vikram. “Hi darling , how are you … miss you so much.”
 
Seeing it caused a flutter in my heart but I forced restrain on myself. I had dodged a bullet then by not getting caught. If something like that had happened I would have probably hung myself in shame. What about my husband? If I had been caught in a compromising position with Vikram by any of our relatives what a scandal it would have been. How would my husband have been able to bear the humiliation? He would have to have faced deriding comments behind his back and maybe sometimes to his face itself. What if he took his own life because of this? What would have happened to my son? He would have been the brunt of everyone’s ridicule while growing. The legitimacy of his birth would have been subject to question. Lust at that time had made me do things unthinkingly but now I am facing cold reality. This is threading dangerous waters. I should give Vikram no encouragement. Yes, the sex had been unimaginably wonderful but that has to be the past from now on. I can’t jeopardize the well being of my marriage and family for the selfish reason of satisfying my base sexual needs. I chose to ignore it, chose not to respond to him in any way though my mind and my body reminded me of the pleasures that awaited me if I was only ready to relent a little in my resolve. (But I didn’t think of blocking his number, maybe deep inside I still wanted to be pursued) I needed time to get rid of this desire for him.
 
He kept messaging me a few times and when I still didn’t respond he started calling me on the phone. I knew that the call from the unknown number was from him. Several times my fingers itched to answer him. I fooled myself by saying to myself that I only wanted to attend the phone to tell him not to disturb me anymore. That was true too, he was disturbing my peace of mind and my resolve by the reminder of the heavenly joy I experienced with him. Luckily I was in the comforting surroundings of my own home and my resolve stood firm though it wobbled now and then. To stop myself from thinking of Vikram I would gaze upon the photo of my husband on the wall. But this caused another reaction within me. Seeing his kind face made the guilt I felt stronger. I had cheated him I had given to another man that which should be only his to enjoy. I made a resolution that I would make up for what I did by giving my husband pleasures he didn’t have from me before. In that way at least my guilt would lessen a bit. That evening when my husband returned from work there was a little reserve in his communication with me. The closeness we had before our trip for the wedding was now gone. This wasn’t anything to be surprised about. I was aware that my husband had his suspicions of the relationship between Vikram and me. He was especially suspicious of Vikram who did not try to hide from him that he was besotted with me. That someone as virile and handsome as Vikram wanted me so much was very pleasing for me at that time. I own sense of self worth and ego was boosted so much. But now I’m paying the price for it. A slight rift had formed between my husband and I. It would now be up to me to repair it. I knew my husband didn’t know that I and Vikram already had sex. He had his doubts but he was not sure. I knew this because if he had known there would have been cataclysmic crisis at home now. He is not the type to simply turn a blind eye to something like that. I know my husband and I know his tolerance level.
 
One thing was deep down he would want to believe that nothing had happened yet. That was the only thing that would allow him to continue to be with me now. I have to reinforce that belief within him. I had to earn back his complete trust. I should see to it that my little tryst with Vikram doesn’t harm the harmony of my family life. In a moment of weakness, I had let my desires take over but now that has to be firmly put in the past. That was because Vikram can only be a part of my past, there was no future with him. That night I myself sought to have sex with my husband but he didn’t seem to want to.
 
“Sorry Bavani, after the long trip back yesterday and the heavy work load in office of today I am a little tired.”
 
This was the first time he was rejecting me for sex. It showed the hurt he must be feeling. My heart welled with sympathy for him. I had … my behaviour had caused this. He had turned and sleeping showing his back to me. My remorse, pity and sympathy were disturbing me very much. I longed  to hold him in my embrace and cuddle him hoping to wash the hurt away but he had shown his rejection of me by turning and showing his back to me. My emotions at that time were too strong just to simply let matters be as that.
 
I placed my hand on his shoulder and gently massaged him. “My poor dear, you’re so tired … rest darling, I’m always there for you.”
 
Maybe he didn’t want me to touch him at that time but he couldn’t just have pushed my hand away. He would have to explain himself then. The problem simmering inside would have to come out in the open. He was not ready for it and neither was I. Anyway, if he had confronted me I would have denied everything and would have also shown that I was upset with him for doubting me. He let me massage him. I was gentle and soothing in my massage. Slowly my massages turned to caresses. A woman can be very seductive when she wants to and there was nothing wrong in me wanting to seduce my own husband. I wanted to do it because he had suffered so much mentally for two days. Time for him to forget everything and lose himself in the pleasure I was going to give him. After a while he turned to face me. He looked deeply into my eyes. I was hoping he would only see the love I had for him in my eyes. (what transpired between Vikram and me was lust not love). We made love then. After two days of fornicating with a stranger I was now making love with my husband. He kissed me much longer than what we were usually used to when we had sex. I held him to my chest as he fondled and drank from my breasts. I caressed his face, kissed his head and cooed to him as suckled on my breasts. I kissed him all over his chest before teasing his nipples with my tongue and lips. I made him writhe and moan in pleasure as I wanted all his sufferings to be a thing of his past. For the first time he didn’t have to ask me, I myself took his penis in my mouth and very lovingly sucked it. I made sure I didn’t bring him quickly to the brink stopping and kissing around his groin before starting again. Finally, when he entered me I gave my body with as much passion as I could muster. My husband moved with a speed and strength he had not shown before. As my husband was moving in me I tried everything I could I in not wanting to think of Vikram at that moment. My concentration was so great in avoiding thinking of Vikram that I couldn’t immerse myself in the sex with my husband. When my husband had his orgasm I too moaned and hugged him tight pretending I too had an orgasm. Today it was important that my husband had a lot of pleasure. I was not upset or disappointed that I did not reach my climax. I kissed my husband lovingly after we had finished. I lay with my head on his chest as I tried to doze off.
 
“Please god, at least now give me the strength to resist all temptations and be true to my husband,” I prayed silently.   

[abhinay67]

Excellent update this time. The husband should try to spy on his wife, I  think Bhavani will continue her affair again .

There can be two possibilities now -

1. Bhavani continues her affair and her husband spies and finds out her wife cheating and then divorces her. (he does not seem like a person who will forgive her wife )

2. Bhavani keeps ignoring Vikram and his calls and then Vikram to spite Bhavani sends a photograph/video to her husband.

Out of the two possibilities , the first one is more probable

[Givemeextra]

Chapter 11 – continued

 
“Please god, at least now give me the strength to resist all temptations and be true to my husband,” I prayed silently.   

The movement she starts praying to some god hoping to save her from cheating - it shows she has lost control of her own body/mind

Surely, situations can only go opposite to her so-called prayers now.

Hope Vikram-Bavani is not an free fuck fest and there are challenges for Vikram re-entry and eventually enjoying Bavani's Body

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Write in your Own way but no blackmailing pls

[LustyLeo]

Awesome

[a2011]

Great update, please continue...

[sri7869]

Super excellent update

[Markande]

Fantastic story

[tomdickharry2007]

You sir, are an amazing writer. All updates are simply superb! I just thought the background regarding Vikram could be avoided.. but that's your call as an author.. I can only imagine what the original in Tamil must be like!

[game40it]

Excellent update this time. The husband should try to spy on his wife, I  think Bhavani will continue her affair again .

There can be two possibilities now -

1. Bhavani continues her affair and her husband spies and finds out her wife cheating and then divorces her. (he does not seem like a person who will forgive her wife )

2. Bhavani keeps ignoring Vikram and his calls and then Vikram to spite Bhavani sends a photograph/video to her husband.

Out of the two possibilities , the first one is more probable

Bavani has dared do what she shouldn't have. Now completely changing back to the Bavani of old is nigh impossible but there won't be any blackmail involved.

The movement she starts praying to some god hoping to save her from cheating - it shows she has lost control of her own body/mind

Surely, situations can only go opposite to her so-called prayers now.

Hope Vikram-Bavani is not an free fuck fest and there are challenges for Vikram re-entry and eventually enjoying Bavani's Body

Quite true, after going so far prayers are not going to help.

Write in your Own way but no blackmailing pls

There won't be. 

Awesome

Thank you

Great update, please continue...

Thank you and will do.

Super excellent update

Thank you very much.

Fantastic story

Thanks

You sir, are an amazing writer. All updates are simply superb! I just thought the background regarding Vikram could be avoided.. but that's your call as an author.. I can only imagine what the original in Tamil must be like!

Thank you. I just wanted to flesh out Vikram's character a bit more as he forms a major part of the story.

[game40it]

Chapter 12  - Vikram’s suffering

 
Husband
 
Finally, I was back in my home. I felt relief, a bit more confidence and peace here. This was my place. Everything here was under my control. But what about my wife??? Is she still under my control or is that a thing of the past? Even though I am back home now it doesn’t mean I should let down my guard. It is still very pertinent that I observe her actions, see if there are changes in her behaviour. The changes can even be subtle but I must not miss it. Is she still my old loyal wife or is she now Vikram’s adulterous lover? Without knowing a definitive answer for this I could never be at peace with myself. I cannot just ignore what could have possibly happened by just hoping that she hadn’t strayed and try and live happily with her. That is not my nature. I cannot pretend everything is well and live my life by not wanting to rock the boat. There was this nagging doubt in my mind that something had happened. There were some changes in her that I had noted. There were times where she had avoided eye contact with me and I felt a certain uncomfortableness in her as she spoke to me. Also, she had been more silent with me than usual as if there were things weighing in her mind. Was this guilt, or was she trying to understand her feelings or was it a simple fact that after three days of hectic events she was just tired and was not wanting to talk much? If it was guilt then my question was to what extent had she gone for that guilt? Was she feeling guilty because she had felt an attraction for another man and she felt disloyal even thinking of another man perhaps thinking of engaging with him sexually? Worse still was she feeling guilty because she slept with another man? I had to know. The first I can forgive, the second?? I really couldn’t say now what I would do in that case. In any case I couldn’t just blame her for conversing normally I too was partly to blame. With all these doubts in my mind I too could not engage in a normal conversation with her. I felt like I could burst out in anger any time. There were so many questions, so many doubts, so many suspicions all causing me to be in a very disturbed state of mind. It fully made me realise that for the honour and peace of mind of a man the part played by his life partner is so crucial.
 
The next day I tried my best to immerse myself in my work. That would help me to push aside the events of the past two days albeit temporarily. Even then during whatever breaks I had my thoughts kept harking back to the events that happened at the wedding. Why did I have to go drinking? Did anything happen between Bavani and Vikram at that time? Why was that fresh glow on Bavani’s face the next day? Was it just the happiness of the wedding celebration or something else? I came back in a morose mood but did not want to reveal that to Bavani so I tried to act as normal as possible. But my state of mind being what it was it was so difficult for me. Bavani approached me for sex that night. This itself was something new. It was usually I who did that. But I didn’t feel like touching her. That body could have been sullied by Vikram’s body tightly pressed against it. I just couldn’t get myself to touch that body now. But she kept caressing and massaging my body. I wanted to push her hand away but that would have meant confronting her with my suspicions and doing that now without concrete proof would not solve anything. She could just deny everything and I would have no way of proofing otherwise. My wife’s soft hands caressing me was soothing too for my hurt mind. Then a thought struck me that made me a little happy. Maybe she was in need of sex now because her desires may have been provoked by Vikram but she did not engage in any wrongful activity with him. Her guilt was because she had been aroused by Vikram’s efforts to seduce her but having controlled herself then she needed sexual relief now and who else can she turn to except her husband. It would be wrong to reject her now when she must have controlled her desires with difficulty. By rejecting her now this would be like me pushing her into Vikram’s arms. I turned around and took her in my arms.
 
We kissed passionately, more passionately than we had done for a very long time. Her ardent kisses made me think that perhaps my train of thoughts were right. Vikram may have evoked her desires but she sought only me to satisfy them not him. She sucked on my lips .. she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We kissed a long time before she made me suckle on her breasts. She hugged me to her chest like she would our child. Her moans and caresses couldn’t be of a woman who had done something wrong. I was determined to meet her needs. I fingered her vagina as I sucked on her breasts and I was happy to note how wet she became. She held my penis and stroked it lovingly as she sucked on my nipple. She had never so actively participated in sex with me. Was this desire because of Vikram’s actions. These fingers could not have possibly have held Vikram’s cock could it? If she had done that then Vikram’s arrogance would have been insufferable. Already when he felt that my wife was slowly succumbing to his seduction he would have that sneering look on his face as he loked at me. So, even if she had not fully had sex with him but had stumbled in her resolve where she had gone to some extent with him such as kissing him or stroking his cock …. or even taking his cock in her mouth he would have enjoyed the humiliation he was causing me and thereby the pleasure would have doubled for him. Had my wife gone up to that extent? The agony for me was I didn’t know anything for sure. She also for the first time sucked on my cock without me having to beg her. She did that with so much of love. Was this because of the guilt of having done this for Vikram? No, it cannot be … it shouldn’t be. I took my time when I had sex with Bavani. I took longer than I normally would when I made love to her. The determination and drive were strong in me. I should banish all thoughts of Vikram from her mind. The sex between us has to be good and I have to renew the closeness of our bond.
 
“Faster dear … so good darling … that’s so great ssss… ohh baby .. Mohannn….ooohhh…” If she had not mentioned my name I thought her moaning could very well be while thinking of Vikram.
 
I started moving very fast with a great deal of vigour. I didn’t know where I got such energy. My wife kissed me passionately while moving her hips to meet mine. The grip of her vagina walls was so tight on my penis. I had seen Vikram’s cock, if my wife’s pussy grip was so tight for me how much more it would be for a man with an equipment like Vikram. I should never allow that to happen (hopefully it hasn’t happened yet). I couldn’t even imagine Bavani and my wife being in the same position as I and Bavani were now. That is Vikram on top of my wife fucking her while she had her arms and legs around his body. That image only caused agony to me not any type of arousal. To get rid of that image in my mind I fucked Bavani even harder than before as if venting my anger on her pussy. Yet her response to this was only to moan louder. My thinking was that Vikram had succeeded in making her want him but she had resisted because she didn’t want to or was afraid to cheat on me. Now she needed sex with me now to satisfy the lust he had ignited in her. With my never before displayed forceful fuck she should not be imagining that this was Vikram who was banging her. Her moans should not be because of that.
 
“She is mine, she belongs only to me, that shouldn’t be,” I thought angrily to myself as my hips moved with increased speed.
 
Yes, she was mine. She had never hugged me with so much of desire before. This new found display of passion was definitely because of what had happened at the wedding. This was her inner battle against whatever desires that Vikram had ignited in her and I was determined that it was only going to be me who was going to take care of that. I was so happy when she gripped me hard and moaned loudly at the same time I was having my climax. Her loving kisses and she sleeping with her head on my chest showed how satisfied she had been. She needed me at this time and I needed to be there for her. I accepted that Vikram was more attractive when compared to me. I also knew for a fact his private part was very impressive. That my wife or for that matter any woman who is pursued by such a man would flounder in her resolve. That was what made me have my doubts on her and even now the doubts have not completely gone away but I felt a bit better now than when I had an hour ago. Nevertheless, I am still going to be cautious. I was the senior manager in charge of accounts for my company I didn’t want another man to be accounting for my wife’s sexual pleasure.  
 
I looked at my wife as she lay with her head on my chest. Her hair was dishevelled a bit. She had the tiredness on her face of having engaged in a vigorous sexual intercourse. Yet looking at her now, her shapely leg dbangd over my thighs. Her large breasts pressed against my stomach causing the flesh to bulge out and be partly visible and the thin sheen of sweat over her body. She looked so beautiful, so desirable. No wonder that Vikram had eyes only for her at the wedding. I could understand not just him but any man getting attracted to my wife. But there is a limit to the admiration. No other man except Vikram had tried to seduce her. Vikram should never see her like the way I am seeing Bavani now, that is lying naked with her head on my chest after engaging in sex. That privilege should only be reserved for me. I am going to do everything I can to see that Vikram does not succeed in his nefarious intentions. I can see that Bavani is struggling to control her emotions and not fall for Vikram’s seduction. I have to be her strength in helping her from stumbling. I have to be watchful from now onwards and thwart every effort made by Vikram. Though I was determined to do this I till now had no idea of how to go about it. One thing, I have to be observant of any changes in Bavani. No matter how she tries she wouldn’t be able to cover her emotional state completely. I lovingly stroked Bavani’s hair as we relaxed and I didn’t know when I finally dosed off.
 
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I didn’t expect this in the least. I didn’t for one moment think that Bavani would stop all communications with me after she goes back home. When we had sex Bavani was so involved with me not just physically but emotionally and had enjoyed sexual pleasure that she never had before. More so she had even admitted as much to me. That being so this sudden change in her was unexpected. Her reactions as her body convulsed in pleasure showed that I had succeeded in showing her heaven that her husband had failed to. I still remember her words to me.
 
“It was like a pleasurable current shock passing through my body my love. I’m a married woman and that too older than you but you have given me a lesson in sex, that such sexual pleasure exists my dear darling.”
 
“When there is a beautiful woman with a voluptuous body like you I get inspired that any lesson that both of us enjoy is possible,” I had replied.
 
We had cuddled and cooed like this after sex. The marks caused by her teeth and fingernails was a testament to the immense pleasure that had caroused through her body as my hard cock was exploring the depths of her pussy. That is the badge of honour for a man showing his virility and manliness in taking a woman to heights of sexual pleasure. I had wrongly calculated that she would be yearning for this pleasure again and again. She obviously had a higher moral value in her than I had thought. As she had succumbed to me in a matter of hours I had made a wrong assumption about her. Obviously she had been in a particularly vulnerable state of mind at that time. The reasons I can’t know or say but somehow everything had fallen in my favour then but now back in her own home her core values were coming to the fore. The reason I had succeeded there could be manifold.  Maybe at that time she and her husband may not have made love for sometime and my obvious interest in her may have triggered her own desires. She may have liked the way I approached her and made her feel young and wanted again. She may only have wanted to enjoy the feeling of being wooed but my sudden sexual ‘assault’ on her may have pushed her to another point. She may have thought that at the maximum I would only try to sweet talk her and make her succumb to me and in that case she would easily be able to handle me. Me being physical was something she wasn’t prepared for and it must have triggered long suppressed desires. Thank god I had been brave enough to be decisive otherwise I would not have had that wonderful night of bliss with wife cheating for the first time in her life. These were all just conjecture but I don’t think I was far wrong. There is no man born yet who knows for certain the workings of a woman’s mind and the reasons for what she does.
 
Now from her action now (or lack of it) it looks like I would have to seduce her all over again. This time around I had some advantages that would help me and one big disadvantage. I can talk about sex directly wit her. I need not hide the fact that my intention was to have sex with her. She has already lost her chastity to me so there is nothing to preserve. Having cheated once, cheating again is not a major step. She now knows how delightful and pleasurable adulterous sex is. Having had such close sexual intimacy it would be easier to rekindle that closeness. These were all my advantages. The major disadvantage I could think of was that she may have had a curiosity or a desire to experience sex with someone else or experience how forbidden sexual pleasure was. Having tasted that forbidden fruit she may have decided that that was enough. She may not want to jeopardize her marriage or family life by continuing on this risky path. There won’t be the need to experience or find out driving her desire anymore. She may have genuinely decided that this was her one and only bold sexual adventure and this is it .. no more after that. In that case I would have to work hard and get her tempted again. For that her husband must again get set in his routine life of giving more importance to work and career. Sex with him would have to be just so-so,  or better still unsatisfactory. She should be reminded how sex with me was in stark contrast considerably better. The pleasure she gets from her husband must pale in comparison to her memory of the pleasure she enjoyed with me. I was aware that her feeling of guilt would be strong now as she was back in her familiar surroundings but over time this feeling too would erode slowly. I have the time and I have the patience. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have bothered if it was just some woman I had been able to seduce. I would have had my desire to have sex with her and I wouldn’t have bothered if it needed a great more effort to sleep with her again. But Bavani was not just any ordinary woman, she had that rare combination of beauty and sultriness and added to that she fucked like a dream. I want more and I’m determined to have it. I had so many plans on enjoying sex with her so, that voluptuous body will be mine again.
 
I was not in a position to take absence of leave from work and go and see Bavani. The situation at work was such. I already had taken off to attend the wedding (I’m glad I did as otherwise I wouldn’t have seen Bavani) and now I can’t get off for some time. Weekends were out because her husband would also be home at that time. That was why I had intended to keep Bavani’s sexual fever going through my phone calls and messages but how to do that if she doesn’t reply to either. One thing though, even though she doesn’t respond to my messages I was sure she would be reading them. I would have to use that for my advantage.  It was not that if not for Bavani there was no one else to take care of my sexual needs. I had one person in the apartment next to mine. Her name was Girja. She was a woman who at age of thirty-five was in her sexual peak. She needed sex three to four times a week, her husband needed it one to two times a month. Someone was needed to fill in the gap. She had a eleven year old son Thanu, who was generally busy playing with his friends and would ignore me and a six year old daughter Pallavi who was very fond of me. She would always be chatting with me saying … uncle this .. uncle that .. as young children were wont to do. I would regularly buy for her chocolate bars but my personal chocolate bar was reserved for her mother. Girja had a very nice body but her face was just okay. The reason for her body being as such was because of her height of five feet eight inches that was tall for Indian women. Her husband Rahil was of the same height but when they stand side by side she would appear taller, probably because her husband was on the heavy side. Opportunities with her were quite easy as her husband’s work entailed him being out of town regularly. In those days I would be her husband. So, the point was I was not lacking for a sex partner.
 
It has now been three days and yet no communication from Bavani. I had been calling her a few times everyday but she wouldn’t pick up. One thing, I made sure to call her only during the day time when her husband would be at work. I didn’t want to disturb her or be a nuisance by calling her in the evening or night. She may get frightened that she would get into trouble with her husband. It would be all the more motivation for her to avoid me completely. Since I knew she would read the messages I send though she wouldn’t reply I tried to be at my persuasive and erotic best in my messages. I would tell her how much I missed her, how I can never forget that memorable night together. I will tell her how her beauty haunts me and doesn’t let me sleep at night. At the same time, I would also describe how the softness, the delectable caresses that we enjoyed and how I suffer not having that pleasure anymore. I would describe the pleasures that awaited us again if she would only relent. My intention was to arouse her so that she would somehow be pushed to reply but I only succeeded in arousing myself. Bavani was not responding and my only relief at that time, Girja had also not sought me for sex. I was getting frustrated and I needed a woman. Paid sex was out of the question for me. I could never understand how one could get pleasure from that. Bavani was dominating my thoughts and I needed someone to at least allow me to imagine I am with Bavani while I have sex with her. Girja didn’t come probably because her husband must be around otherwise she would have been that ‘someone’. Just as I was sitting frustrated and cursing Bavani’s stubbornness my door bell rang.
 
Like she was godsent Girja was standing there with her daughter Pallavi. “Hi Pallavi girl, how are you? Hi Mrs. Girja how are things?”
 
Actually, after saying hi to her daughter I should have told Girja,” thank god you are her, I really need a fuck,” but with her daughter being there I couldn’t say that even though at six years old her daughter may not fully understand what I had said.
 
“Hi uncle, you were away weren’t you, I missed you,” Pallavi said in her young innocent voice. I looked at her mother’s face, her mother’s eyes also said she missed me.
 
“I missed you too darling (the darling was for both the mother and the daughter but only the mother understood that), come in, come in,” I invited both of them in my apartment.
 
“Wait here honey,” I told Pallavi and looked meaningfully at Girja. She batted her eyelids as if to say ‘okay honey.’  I took out a bar of cadbury chocolate and gave it to Pallavi.
 
“Thanks uncle,” Pallavi said as she gleefully opened the wrapper. I looked at her mother as if to say I have something that you like better. I must keep Pallavi busy so I can be busy with her mother.
 
“Isn’t Pallavi’s father home Mrs. Girja?”
 
“He has got a business meeting today and he told me he will come back late after dinner.”
 
“Where is Thanu?”
 
“He has gone for tuition class, only she doesn’t have anything,” she said indicating her daughter. I could see she was irritated by this.
 
I could understand her irritation I too needed sex so I will do something about this I thought myself. “Pallavi I have got a new cartoon CD do you want to see it?” Just to get undisturbed time with her mother I had to spend money on things like this.
 
As Pallavi settled herself in front of the TV I pulled Girja with me to the kitchen. As soon as we were in there we embraced each other as we kissed hard. She quickly pulled down the shorts I was wearing. I had no underwear on as I was at home so my cock immediately popped out. This  reminded me of how Bavani had taken out my cock but on that day only thing it was not in the kitchen but outside behind the kitchen.
 
As she was stroking my cock she asked,” has this been a good boy at the wedding … there would have been a lot of cute young girls there.”
 
Yes, it was good with all the young girls there it was naughty only with a very cute married woman I thought to myself. Girja lifted her housecoat up over her hips. She too had no underwear on. She had come prepared too I thought. She had a small bristle of hair on her pubis. She has the habit of shaving every three to four days once.
 
She placed my hand over her cunt. “See how wet I am,” She whispered to me. I would have preferred to be touching Bavani’s cunt but this has to do now.
 
“Your husband is here why don’t you ask him to service it,” I said.
 
“Bullshit, that man won’t even be able to see past his bulging belly and see his silly cock while standing up how the hell can he service me.” Mohan was not like that though he was not a fat man, a little soft fleshed maybe but not fat but I would have loved Bavani to say the same thing as this about her husband.
 
Girja was very proud about her body, I know that. Ordinarily many women put on weight when they give birth to a child but Girja even after two kids has maintained her shape well so she was very disparaging about her husband who had not bothered to look after his body. Bavani was slightly a bit more fleshier than Girja but for me that was sexier.
 
“If you want me to fuck you get my cock ready,” I told her as my cock was still at half-mast.
 
In the past year and a half Girja would have sucked my cock over a hundred times so I knew what she would do after she took my cock into her mouth. I opened my legs slightly wider ready for it. She put the tip of her forefinger up to the first digit into my arse hole. That made my cock jerk in her mouth. I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her lips shape was very similar to Bavani’s lips. I concentrated only on the lips, imagining that it was Bavani’s lips that were latched on to my cock meat. That made the pleasure greater for me.
 
“Enough of sucking you bitch get on the table and get ready to be fucked.” When would Bavani be ready to do this again for me I thought wistfully?
 
As she lay down on the table she also pulled out her breasts from her housecoat. It was neither very big or very small but just right for her body. But it was too small for me to imagine it to be Bavani’s boobs. She lay with her legs opened ready for my cock. With one forceful push I shoved my full cock to the hilt into her waiting pussy.
 
“Amm .. hamm…,” she moaned as I started fucking her. She pulled my head to her chest. I started sucking her nipples one after the other in turns as my hips pumped hard.
 
“Your husband is working so hard to take care of you but you are such a slut not bothered about it and just want my cock.”
 
“Forget that man, just fuck me … only your cock has been my heaven for this past one and a half years.” Isn’t that the same for Bavani, shouldn’t she too want me for the next year and a half or two. I was fucking Girja but my mind was fully occupied by Bavani.
 
“Your daughter is here, what if she sees you like this getting your pussy plumbed.”
 
“When she becomes an adult if her husband is useless she too will need a man like you, that’s a right for every woman, she’ll understand then.”
 
“You are talking like this about your own daughter you shameless slut,” I said as I continued to fuck her. One thing I know if Bavani had a daughter she would never say anything like this.
 
As I was fucking her on this position my cock was easily rubbing up against her pussy walls. When she reached her orgasm, she pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Her cunt was not as tight as Bavani’s cunt but still was pleasurable to fuck.
 
“Vikram pull out when you are ready to cum, it’s not safe for me.”
 
Girja had not undergone any family planning so we would have sex without any safety measures only on her safe days but on other days we would use a condom. Today seems to be an exception. I hope one day Bavani too will allow me to fuck her on the day she could get pregnant.
 
After a few minutes I too was ready to come. “Bitch, get ready .. I’m going to shoot.”
 
She pushed me and squatted in front of me and took my greasy cock into her mouth and started sucking very fast. My sperm gushed out into her mouth as she gulped it down with relish. Girja was good at sex, she was much more experienced than Bavani and knew many ways to please a man. Yet even after I had finished just now the satisfaction was not like that with Bavani. Now I seem to need Bavani more than she needs me.
 
Just then we heard Pallavi’s voice,” Mummy .. Uncle where are you two?” Girja quickly got up and shoved her tits back in as she let her housecoat fall down from the hips down her legs. As Pallavi walked in I was just about able to pull up my shorts but my still partly erect cock formed a tent in my shorts and also caused a wet spot there. Pallavi’s eyes seemed to go there.
 
“Uncle what’s that .. chchee uncle has to go to the bathroom eee..” Both Girja and I were in shock not knowing what to say. 

[Givemeextra]

“Your daughter is here, what if she sees you like this getting your pussy plumbed.”
 
“When she becomes an adult if her husband is useless she too will need a man like you, that’s a right for every woman, she’ll understand then.”
 
“You are talking like this about your own daughter you shameless slut,” I said as I continued to fuck her. One thing I know if Bavani had a daughter she would never say anything like this.
 

Wifey statement is true
Innocence goes by as does childhood
But how sure is Vikram about Bavani?  She is praying to someone to save herself , this means her family is no longer able to stop her 
This episode Title should have been Hubby's Suffering   

[NityaSakti]

super updates

[sri7869]

Superb update 

[a2011]

The husbands conflict is very well presented. Great update.

[abhinay67]

Their husband is a fool, Bhavani does not love him, she is just manipulating him.

[Mehndi 99]

fantastic update as usual...waiting for more with Bavani in future updates

[Rangabaashyam]

Great update