Adultery How I Fucked a Homely Wife, and a modern slut at work

[adams_masala]

Too one sided Adams_Masala:

Tharun scoring with all women, all husbands accepting or in state they cant do much. 
Now new character Shruthi ready to be conquered.
This must change and consequences for cheating wives must come in. 
Kindly make it a bit more realistic and not one sided winning always.

Tharun can be looking like a Greek god but this god must have consequences to. What will happen if people [women/weak hubby's here] stop worshipping the god - This we want to read. 


This God must fall and burn.

Very thoughtful bro.. keep reading I won't disappoint you, you are my one true long time reader!

[adams_masala]

After the successful meeting with Tanaka-San, 3 of them returned to their hotel. The adrenaline from the day's events was still coursing through their veins, but they were also exhausted.


"How about we celebrate tonight with a nice dinner?" Tharun suggested, a smile on his face. "It's the least we can do after such a successful meeting."

"That sounds wonderful," Shruthi agreed, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Sunita looked apologetic. "I would love to join you both, but I have plans with my husband, Jegan. He traveled with me in business class, and we haven't had much time together since we arrived."

Tharun nodded understandingly. "Wow you brought, Jegan? That explains, ok no worries, Sunita. Enjoy your evening with Jegan. We'll catch up later." He smirked.

With Sunita heading to her room to spend time with her husband, Tharun and Shruthi made their way to their respective rooms to freshen up for dinner. Tharun couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as he thought about the evening ahead.

A short while later, Tharun waited in the hotel lobby, his mind replaying the day's events. When Shruthi stepped out of the elevator, he was momentarily speechless.

Shruthi looked stunning in a knee-length, emerald green dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. The dress had a delicate lace overlay that added a touch of elegance, and the color complemented her complexion perfectly. Her long, flowing hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, and she wore minimalistic jewelry—a pair of diamond stud earrings and a delicate bracelet—that highlighted her natural beauty. Her makeup was subtle yet accentuated her expressive eyes and radiant smile.

Tharun stood up, his admiration evident. "You look absolutely beautiful, Shruthi."

Shruthi blushed slightly but smiled warmly. "Thank you, Tharun. You look quite dashing yourself."

Tharun, dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt, offered his arm to Shruthi. "Shall we?"

They made their way to a nearby upscale restaurant known for its exquisite cuisine and ambiance. As they were seated at a cozy table by the window, Tharun looked around, appreciating the elegant decor. "This place is beautiful. I hope the food lives up to the setting."

Shruthi smiled. "I'm sure it will. I've heard great things about this restaurant."

When the waiter arrived, they ordered their meals. Tharun chose a classic Japanese dish, Wagyu beef with a side of sushi, while Shruthi opted for a vegetarian tempura platter with miso soup.

As their food arrived, Tharun took a bite of his Wagyu beef and sighed in satisfaction. "This is incredible. The meat just melts in your mouth."

Shruthi nodded, savoring her tempura. "I agree. The flavors are perfectly balanced."

After a few moments of enjoying their food, Tharun asked, "What kind of music do you like, Shruthi?"

"I have a pretty eclectic taste. I enjoy everything from classical to pop. But if I had to choose, I'd say I have a soft spot for jazz," Shruthi replied. "There's something so soothing about it."

"Really? I love jazz too," Tharun said, his eyes lighting up. "It's the perfect music to unwind to after a long day."

They continued to discover more common interests, from their love of travel to their shared dream of visiting Greece.

"Greece has always been on my bucket list," Shruthi said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The history, the culture, the beautiful landscapes—it's all so captivating."

"Same here," Tharun agreed. "I've always wanted to see the ancient ruins and relax on the stunning beaches. Maybe one day, we'll both get to experience it."

As the night progressed, their conversation became more relaxed and playful. They laughed and teased each other, enjoying the easy camaraderie that had developed between them.

"So, Tharun, how was your flight?" Shruthi asked, genuinely curious.

"It was good overall, but I was a bit nervous about the meeting," Tharun admitted. "What about you? How was your flight?"

Shruthi laughed softly. "It was good, but there was a moment when I thought I almost lost my laptop. I had to almost climb the seat to reach the overhead bin to check if it was there. My shirt kept riding up, and I thought it was going to fall off—it was crazy!"

Tharun chuckled. "Like you were showing off your midriff?"

Shruthi's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, but she laughed. "Exactly! It was quite the adventure."

Tharun leaned in with a playful grin. "So, about that moment on the flight when I accidentally saw your midriff…"

Shruthi's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh, you mean the moment you were too much of a gentleman to mention?"

"Exactly," Tharun said, chuckling. "And then, as if it was payback, you walked in on me in the shower spa."

Shruthi nodded, still smiling. "It definitely was. But everything turned out fine in the end. And I have to admit, that was quite the surprise. But I appreciated your decency in handling the situation."

Tharun smiled warmly. "Well, I guess we're even now. And it seems we've both seen a bit more of each other than we expected."

They both laughed, the playful banter adding a new layer to their growing connection.

As the dinner came to an end, Tharun looked at Shruthi with gratitude. "Thank you for tonight, Shruthi. I really enjoyed our conversation and getting to know you better."

"Me too, Tharun," Shruthi replied, her voice sincere. "This has been a wonderful evening."

They left the restaurant, the night air cool and refreshing. As they walked back to the hotel, Tharun couldn't help but feel different, he was confused, he didn't have any sexual feelings towards her, but he did feel something. It was more of an adoration of a capable woman showing off her skills professionally at work. The bond they had formed was growing stronger, and he was excited to see where it would lead.

Tharun offered to walk Shruthi back to her hotel room, and she accepted. As they reached her door, there was a moment of hesitation. Shruthi contemplated inviting him in, but she felt the timing didn't feel quite right. Instead, they shared an awkward kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Shruthi," Tharun said softly, his voice tinged with warmth.

"Goodnight, Tharun," Shruthi replied, her cheeks slightly flushed.

They both went back to their respective rooms. Shruthi started prepping for the schedule ahead, they had few team building event set-up for the day and she spent an hour working before going to bed. Tharun went down to the gym to crank out a workout and came back to the room. They both slept, in their own rooms peacefully.

[Ajay Kailash]

Good one

[adams_masala]

While Tharun and Shruthi were enjoying their dinner and building a deeper connection, a different kind of tension was brewing in Sunita and Jegan's hotel room. The atmosphere was charged, and the air felt heavy with unresolved emotions.


Jegan paced the room, his face a mask of frustration and anger. Sunita sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly together, sensing the storm that was about to break.

"Sunita, we need to talk," Jegan began, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "Seeing you and Tharun together tonight brought everything to the surface again."

Sunita's heart sank. She had known this conversation was coming, but it didn't make it any easier. "Jegan, we've talked about this before," she started, but Jegan cut her off.

"Yes, we've talked about it, but nothing has changed," Jegan said, his voice rising. "How long are you going to keep this up? Did you get promoted because of your relationship with him?"

Sunita stood up, her eyes flashing with determination. "No, Jegan. Tharun never mixes sex with his career aspirations and goals for the business. He chose his team carefully, and he hired me because of my performance."

Jegan scoffed. "Performance? Or because you provided the mental support that made him successful? You were there for him in ways that go beyond professional."

Sunita took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. "Yes, I did provide him with support. But it was never about my career. Tharun needed someone, and I was there for him when you wanted to be celibate. I didn't know what to do, Jegan. Tharun was my outlet."

Jegan's eyes narrowed. "And now? We're married, we're having sex. Why do you continue to have sex with Tharun?"

Sunita's voice softened, her eyes pleading. "Jegan, Tharun has issues that prevent him from having intimate, committed relationships. I was there to help him, to be a sexual outlet for him. I can't just leave him hanging. He needs me."

Jegan's anger flared again. "And what about me, Sunita? What about our marriage? Do you think I can just stand by and watch you continue this relationship with Tharun?"

Sunita's eyes filled with tears. "Jegan, I love you. But Tharun needs me, too. I don't know how to balance this."

Jegan took a step closer, his voice low and intense. "You need to choose, Sunita. You can't have both."

The tension between them reached a boiling point. Jegan's frustration and hurt clashed with Sunita's guilt and confusion. One thing led to another, and they found themselves almost getting physical, their emotions spilling over.

Jegan grabbed Sunita, pulling her close, and they kissed passionately. The kiss was a mix of anger, desperation, and longing. Jegan's hands moved to Sunita's shirt, and in a moment of intense passion, he ripped it open, the buttons flying off to reveal her cleavage. His breath caught as he saw bite marks on her skin—marks he did not leave.

His heart clenched with a mix of anger, jealousy, and deep frustration. Each mark was a reminder of her intimacy with Tharun, and it fueled the fire of his emotions. Jegan's mind raced, feeling trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—love for Sunita, anger at the situation, and a profound sense of betrayal.

He continued undressing her, his hands moving to her waist. As he pulled down her skirt, he noticed nail marks on her hips. The sight of these marks intensified his frustration, his touch both tender and rough as he struggled to reconcile his feelings.

"Why, Sunita?" Jegan's voice broke, a mixture of pain and desperation. "Why do you keep doing this?"

Sunita's eyes filled with tears. "Jegan, I don't know. Tharun needs me, and I can't just abandon him. But I love you, too. I'm torn."

But Jegan's cock was already fully hard and his cock was fighting with her heart!

Jegan's emotions surged, and he kissed Sunita again, their need for each other overpowering the conflict between them. As they fell onto the bed, their passion consumed them, momentarily pushing aside the issues that had brought them to this point. The physical connection was a temporary escape from the emotional turmoil, a way to find solace in each other.

He pulled her panties down as she opened his pants. His erect penis popped out like a rocket as they finally got each other completely naked. She grabbed his cock in her small hands, squeezing it hard. Jegan moaned into her mouth as she stroked him.

He pulled away from their passionate kiss and looked down at her bare breasts. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he felt an overwhelming wave of love for her.

"I want you so much, for myself" he said, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you too, Jegan," Sunita said, her voice breathless with excitement.

He tried to look past the bite marks Tharun left and started to eat her breasts. He felt her nipples become erect under his tongue as he flicked them with the tip of his tongue. He bit gently on her nipple causing Sunita to moan loudly.

Sunita parted her legs invitingly as she looked down at Jegan between her breasts. She could feel her pussy become wet with anticipation of what was to come next.

Jegan pulled his head away from her breasts and positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed his penis against her wet slit and then slowly slid his penis inside her wet pussy. He began to thrust in and out of her wetness, feeling the walls of her vagina grip his cock as he fucked her.

As their bodies moved in unison, they experienced an intense climax together as their orgasms swelled to a crescendo. They lay there together for a moment as they both gasped for air and tried to catch their breath.

Sunita turned to Jegan, her eyes filled with love and adoration. "Jegan, I am sorry for hurting you so many times with Tharun, but I promised him that I would be there for him when he needs me, But.." She paused for a moment before continuing in a hushed tone, "I don't know if he'll need to with Shruthi in the picture."

"Omg, don't tell me you hired her to be pawned off to Tharun." 

"Oh no, please Tharun has specific taste, and I hired her for her qualifications and she is already proving she's the right person."

"Well, she very much looks like his type a typical South Indian girl, with sharp features, tight, petite and voluptuous."

"Look who's been checking out the new girl..." Sunita teased him as she cleaned his cock oozing with remainder of his cum

"I am not even close to what you've been doing"

But as the night wore on, both Jegan and Sunita knew that the underlying issues remained unresolved. The conversation they had avoided would need to be revisited, and decisions would have to be made. The future of their marriage and Sunita's relationship with Tharun hung in the balance, waiting for the moment when they would have to face the truth and make the hard choices.

[Chitrarassu]

The bite marks of another man still excites jegan to have sex with sunita like a prostitute. what kinda man he is. only cucks get excited seeing these. sunita clearly says she was not given promotion but tharun needs her. She is not saying she needs tharun too. So, she is another woman gonna have tharun child.

[adams_masala]

Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts on the chapter. I understand that the dynamics between Jegan and Sunita can be complex and may evoke strong reactions. I’d like to offer some insight into their relationship and the underlying motivations that drive their actions.

Jegan and Sunita's relationship is indeed complicated, and it’s shaped by a mix of love, frustration, and unresolved issues. Jegan's reaction to seeing the marks on Sunita is not about excitement from infidelity, but rather a manifestation of his deep-seated frustration and emotional turmoil. He is caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—love for Sunita, anger at the situation, and a profound sense of betrayal. His actions are driven by a desperate need to reclaim what he feels he has lost, and his passionate response is a mix of anger, desperation, and longing.

Additionally, Jegan feels a significant amount of guilt for having insisted on celibacy in their relationship. He realizes that by doing so, he not only distanced himself from Sunita but also unknowingly pushed her towards Tharun. The marks on her body are a painful reminder of the emotional divide he created. As he undresses her, Jegan grapples with a mix of anger and regret, questioning whether he had inadvertently set the stage for their current turmoil.

Sunita’s relationship with Tharun is also layered. She supports Tharun not just because he needs her, but because she feels a sense of responsibility towards him. Tharun has unresolved issues that prevent him from forming intimate, committed relationships, and Sunita has taken on the role of being there for him, even when it complicates her own life. This dynamic is not about seeking promotion or personal gain, but about providing emotional and mental support to someone in need.

The marks on Sunita’s body are symbolic of the emotional scars and complexities in their relationships. They reflect the deeper, unresolved conflicts that both Sunita and Jegan must face. Jegan’s frustration is a natural response to the situation, and his actions during the undressing scene are meant to convey the intensity of his emotions and the struggle he faces in reconciling his feelings.

I appreciate your engagement with the story and your willingness to share your perspective. The goal is to explore the complexities of human relationships and the emotional struggles that come with them. I hope this explanation provides some clarity on the characters' motivations and the dynamics at play.

Thank you again for your feedback. It’s through such discussions that we can delve deeper into the characters and their stories.

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A Weekend in Kyoto - "The Cab Ride"

After a week of successful business activities in Akasaka, Tharun and Shruthi were looking forward to a well-deserved weekend in Kyoto. The plan was to explore the historic city, but Jegan and Sunita had to drop out at the last minute. Jegan, still grappling with the emotional fallout from their recent confrontation, decided that they needed some time alone to work through their issues.

"Tharun, I'm sorry, but Jegan and I won't be able to join you in Kyoto," Sunita said, her voice tinged with regret. "We need some time to ourselves."

Tharun nodded understandingly. "I completely understand, Sunita. Take all the time you need."

With their plans adjusted, Tharun and Shruthi prepared for their trip to Kyoto. Tharun, ever the gentleman, helped Shruthi with her luggage, effortlessly lifting her suitcase and carrying it to the waiting cab that would take them to the bullet train station near Akasaka.

As Tharun lifted Shruthi's heavy suitcase with ease, she couldn't help but notice the muscles in his forearms flexing, the veins standing out prominently. The sight of his strength and the effortless way he handled the luggage made her heart flutter. She admired his physical presence and the way he took charge with such natural charisma.

As they reached the cab, Tharun opened the door for Shruthi. "After you," he said with a warm smile.

Shruthi began to scoot over to make room for him, but Tharun gently stopped her. "No need to scoot over. I'll come around and get in from the other side."

Shruthi couldn't help but admire his chivalry and presence. "Thank you, Tharun," she said, her eyes reflecting her appreciation.

Once they were both seated in the cab, Tharun attempted to communicate their destination to the cab driver. "Shinkansen station, please," he said, but the driver looked confused.

Shruthi stepped in, speaking fluent Japanese to the cabbie. "新幹線の駅までお願いします。" (Shinkansen no eki made onegaishimasu.)

The driver nodded and started the car. Shruthi turned to Tharun with a modest smile. "I hope you don't mind. I thought it might be easier."

Tharun was impressed. "Not at all. Thank you, Shruthi. Your Japanese is incredible."

Shruthi blushed slightly. "It's nothing, really. I'm just glad I could help."

As the cab made its way through the bustling streets of Tokyo, there was a moment of silence. For the first time, Tharun found himself at a loss for words. They both stared out the window, occasionally catching each other's glances. Eventually, their eyes met, and they burst out laughing.

Tharun felt a sense of lightness and relaxation around Shruthi that he hadn't experienced in a long time. "You know, this is the first time we've sat next to each other," he remarked.

Shruthi nodded, her eyes sparkling. "It is, isn't it? It's nice."

Tharun smiled. "It is. So, you seem quite familiar with the roads and traffic here. Have you spent a lot of time in Japan?"

Shruthi's face lit up. "Yes, I came to Japan as an international transfer student during college. I picked up Japanese by talking to locals and immersing myself in the culture."

Tharun couldn't stop admiring her big, dark eyes and sparkling smile. "That's impressive. Your fluency is remarkable."

Shruthi noticed Tharun's admiring gaze but reacted respectfully, maintaining her composure. "Thank you, Tharun. It was a challenging but rewarding experience."

Throughout the conversation, Tharun found himself captivated by Shruthi's grace and humility. Her ability to navigate the complexities of a foreign culture with such ease was truly inspiring.

As they neared the bullet train station, Tharun's admiration for Shruthi grew. Her modesty in handling the language barrier and her respectful demeanor made a lasting impression on him. He couldn't help but notice her sparkling smile and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her experiences.

The cab ride, filled with laughter, shared glances, and meaningful conversation, set the tone for what promised to be an unforgettable weekend. Tharun felt a growing connection with Shruthi, and he looked forward to exploring Kyoto with her by his side.

[Gitaranjan]

Great going friend

[Redbull_69]

Nice... waiting for next update

[adams_masala]

The Bullet Train Ride


After a smooth cab ride to the Shinkansen station near Akasaka, Tharun and Shruthi were ready to embark on their journey to Kyoto. The bustling station was filled with travelers, but Tharun and Shruthi made their way to the platform with ease, thanks to Tharun's familiarity with the process.

After a smooth cab ride to the Shinkansen station near Akasaka, Tharun and Shruthi were ready to embark on their journey to Kyoto. The bustling station was filled with travelers, but Tharun and Shruthi made their way to the platform with ease, thanks to Shruthi's familiarity with the process.

As they approached the Gran Class car, Shruthi's eyes widened in awe. She had never traveled in such luxury before. She's been on the bullet train before, but not in the business class. The plush leather seats, ample legroom, and serene ambiance of the Gran Class cabin were unlike anything she had experienced.

"Wow, this is incredible," Shruthi whispered, her eyes taking in every detail of the luxurious cabin.

Tharun smiled, enjoying her reaction. "It really is something, isn't it? Let me help you with your luggage."

Tharun effortlessly lifted Shruthi's suitcase and placed it in the designated storage area. As he did, Shruthi couldn't help but notice the muscles in his forearms flexing, the veins standing out prominently. The sight of his strength and the ease with which he handled the luggage made her heart flutter. She admired his physical presence and the way he took charge with such natural charisma.

As they settled into their seats, Tharun opened the window shade slightly, allowing the soft light to filter in, casting a warm glow over them. The seats were plush and well-padded, with a monochrome beige appearance that added to the elegance of the cabin.

"Isn't this amazing?" Tharun said, glancing around the luxurious cabin.

"It really is," Shruthi agreed, her eyes wide with wonder. "I've never traveled in such comfort."

The train began to move, smoothly accelerating to its high speed. Tharun and Shruthi sat next to each other, a comfortable silence enveloping them. For the first time, Tharun found himself at a loss for words. They both stared out the window, watching the cityscape blur into the countryside.

As they both put their hands on the shared armrest in the center, their fingers brushed against each other. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them, creating a moment of tension. Tharun's breath caught slightly, and he felt a warmth spread through him. He glanced at Shruthi, who quickly looked away, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. The subtle tension in the air was palpable, yet neither of them spoke about it. 

Their eyes met again, and they burst out laughing, the shared moment breaking the tension. Tharun felt a sense of ease and relaxation around Shruthi that was refreshing.

As the train journeyed through the picturesque Japanese countryside, the attendant brought them a complimentary meal service. The seasonal bento box was filled with an array of locally-sourced tidbits, including bite-sized portions of fish, boiled vegetables, and other delicacies. They also received a white fabric bag containing an amenity kit with bottled water, salted chocolate, and a soft hand towel.

"This is wonderful," Shruthi said, savoring a piece of fish. "I've always loved the attention to detail in Japanese cuisine."

Tharun nodded in agreement. "It's one of the things I admire most about this country. Everything is done with such care and precision."

As they continued their journey, Tharun couldn't help but notice the small details about Shruthi that made her so captivating. Her modesty in handling the language barrier, her respectful demeanor, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her experiences all left a lasting impression on him.

The bullet train ride, filled with laughter, shared glances, and meaningful conversation, set the tone for what promised to be an unforgettable weekend. Tharun felt a growing connection with Shruthi, and he looked forward to exploring Kyoto with her by his side.

***

[ Checking into the Ritz-Carlton Kyoto ]

After a smooth and luxurious bullet train ride, Tharun and Shruthi arrived in Kyoto, ready to begin their weekend adventure. Sunita had chosen and booked their stay at the Ritz-Carlton Kyoto, known for its breathtaking views and impeccable service. The hotel's prime location along the Kamo-gawa River and the Higashiyama Mountains made it an ideal romantic getaway. Since Sunit and Jegan didn't make it they just wandered 

As they approached the grand entrance of the Ritz-Carlton, Shruthi's eyes widened in awe. The hotel's elegant facade and meticulously maintained gardens were a sight to behold.

"Wow, this place is incredible," Shruthi whispered, taking in the beauty of their surroundings.

Tharun smiled, enjoying her reaction. "It really is something special. Let's get checked in."

The hotel staff greeted them warmly and quickly checked them in, offering refreshing welcome drinks. The bell boys took care of their luggage, ensuring it would be delivered to their respective suites.

Tharun, ever the gentleman, escorted Shruthi to her suite first. He wanted to make sure the room was safe and secure for her as a woman staying alone. Shruthi wore a beautiful sleeveless dress that accentuated her elegance and grace. The dress featured a soft pastel hue, complementing her complexion perfectly. With the neckline gently dipping to enhance her collarbones and the fitted bodice flowing into a lightweight skirt, the dress highlighted her long, slim arms and added to her overall allure. As they walked side by side, Tharun couldn't help but steal glances at her, appreciating her beauty and the way she carried herself with such poise.

Upon entering her suite, Tharun began a thorough check of the room to ensure her safety. Shruthi observed him with admiration, touched by his attentiveness and care.

Tharun first checked the door, making sure it locked securely from both the inside and outside. He tested the deadbolt and the security latch, ensuring they were functioning properly.

"Always use the deadbolt and latch when you're in the room," Tharun advised. "It adds an extra layer of security."

Next, he moved to the windows, ensuring they could be locked and were not easily accessible from the outside. He checked that the glass was sturdy and that the locks were secure.

"These windows are well-secured, but it's always good to double-check," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.

He checked that the room phone was working and reminded her of how to call him or the front desk since their mobile had bad service.

"The phone is working. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call my room" he advised.

Tharun walked around the suit restless checking everything in the room to ensure her safety.

Through these actions, Shruthi felt reassured by Tharun's attentiveness to her safety. Tharun's careful checks demonstrated a level of consideration she had not expected, providing her with comfort and security as they prepared to enjoy their stay in Kyoto.

"This is very thoughtful of you, Tharun," Shruthi said, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for making sure everything is safe."

Tharun smiled warmly. "It's my pleasure, Shruthi. I just want to make sure you're comfortable and secure."

"I'm going to my suit, next door and get ready for dinner. May be we can take a quick stroll before going into the restaurant."


[ Perfect Dinner Date in Kyoto ]

After ensuring Shruthi's suite was safe and secure, Tharun returned to his own room to freshen up before dinner. The anticipation of the evening ahead filled him with a sense of excitement and curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder what Shruthi would wear, knowing she always carried herself with such elegance and grace.

As the evening approached, Tharun made his way to the hotel's exquisite restaurant. The ambiance was perfect, with soft lighting, elegant decor, and a serene view of the Kamo-gawa River. He arrived a few minutes early, eager to see Shruthi again.

When Shruthi entered the restaurant, Tharun was utterly stunned. She wore a beautiful cotton saree with a sleeveless blouse, and it was the first time he had seen her in traditional attire. The saree was a soft, pastel shade with delicate floral patterns that danced along the fabric, enhancing her elegance. The material, light and breathable, dbangd beautifully around her figure, accentuating her curves while maintaining an air of grace.

The sleeveless blouse enhanced Shruthi's elegance in several ways. It showcased her toned arms and slender shoulders, adding grace to her appearance. The lack of sleeves allowed for optimal movement and comfort, while the design highlighted her collarbones and neckline, emphasizing her femininity. The fabric's soft texture complemented the flow of the saree, creating a cohesive and sophisticated look. Overall, the sleeveless blouse not only enhanced her physical beauty but also reflected her confidence and poise.

Her long, dark hair was left loose, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. She wore minimalistic jewelry—a pair of delicate gold earrings and a simple bracelet—that complemented her outfit perfectly.

As she walked towards him, Tharun couldn't help but admire every little detail about her appearance. The saree's pallu flowed gracefully behind her, and the soft fabric swayed with each step she took. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her smile was warm and inviting.

"Shruthi, you look absolutely stunning," Tharun said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Shruthi blushed slightly, her eyes twinkling. "Thank you, Tharun. You look quite dashing yourself."

Tharun, dressed in a tailored suit, offered his arm to Shruthi. "Shall we?"

As they walked outside to enjoy the view before dinner, the gentle mountain wind caught the edge of Shruthi's saree, causing it to flutter delicately. Tharun's breath caught as he caught a glimpse of her midriff. She had tucked her saree low on her hips, and a delicate gold chain adorned her waist that ran right below cute belly button, glinting in the light. The sight was enchanting, but Tharun quickly looked away to avoid embarrassing her.

For some reason, Tharun couldn't picture Shruthi in a sexual context. His admiration for her was rooted in something deeper—a combination of respect for her intelligence, appreciation for her gracefulness, and an undeniable charm that captivated him. He realized that his feelings for her were a culmination of many things, and he valued her presence in a way that transcended mere physical attraction.

Once they were seated, Tharun turned to Shruthi with a polite smile. "Shruthi, may I have the privilege of ordering for us tonight?"

Shruthi's eyes lit up with curiosity and trust. "Of course, Tharun. I'd love that."

Tharun signaled the waiter and began to place their order. "We'll start with the oysters and caviar service, accompanied by a bottle of Ruinart Rosé, please."

The waiter nodded and soon returned with a tray of oysters, caviar, and the bottle of Ruinart Rosé. Tharun expertly inspected the wine label, confirming it was the correct choice. The waiter then uncorked the bottle and poured the Rose in two tulip glasses.

As the oysters were served, Shruthi looked a bit unsure about how to proceed. Tharun noticed her hesitation and leaned in with a reassuring smile.

"Would you like me to show you how to eat oysters?" he asked gently.

Shruthi nodded, grateful for his guidance. "Yes, please. I've never had oysters before."

Tharun picked up the smallest fork provided and gently loosened the oyster from the shell. "First, use this fork to loosen the oyster. Then, raise the edge of the shell to your lips and gently tip it back until the entire oyster slides into your mouth. Don't forget to chew to fully enjoy the flavors."

He demonstrated by eating one of the oysters himself, placing the empty shell upside down on the plate to indicate it was finished. Shruthi watched carefully and then followed his example, placing her empty shell upside down as well. As soon as she did, their eyes met, and they burst into laughter without exchanging a single word. It was as if they were telepathic, understanding each other perfectly.

Next, Tharun helped Shruthi with the caviar. He placed some caviar on a chip and handed it to her. "Here, let me help you with this as well."

Shruthi took the chip, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Tharun. You're making this such a wonderful experience."

Tharun went through the wine list and asked the waiter for a bottle of Romani Conti Burgundy Wine. When the waiter came back with the wine, he held it in front of Tharun to confirm the label. The waiter opened the cork in a delightful showmanship and poured a small amount of wine in the burgundy wine glass next to Tharun. 

Tharun held the glass by the stem, giving it a gentle swirl to aerate the wine and release its aromas. He brought the glass to his nose and took a deep sniff, concentrating on the wine's fragrance. After a few moments, he took a small sip, rolling it around his mouth to fully appreciate its flavors. Satisfied, he nodded to the waiter.

"Please, pour," Tharun said, his voice calm and assured.

Shruthi watched the entire process with admiration. She was impressed by Tharun's fine dining etiquette and the way he handled the wine presentation ritual with such poise and confidence.

After enjoying the oysters and caviar, Tharun signaled the waiter to bring the main courses. "We'll have the sushi platter and the Beef Wellington to share, please."

When the dishes arrived, Tharun carefully cut the Beef Wellington and served a portion to Shruthi. "I hope you enjoy this. It's one of my favorites."

Shruthi smiled warmly. "Thank you, Tharun. Everything has been perfect so far."

As they savored their meal, the conversation flowed naturally.

"Shruthi, I have to ask," Tharun began, "how come you decided to wear a saree in a different country?"

Shruthi smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Well, Tharun, as you might be aware, Tamil culture and Tamil movies are quite popular in Japan. Rajinikanth and other Tamil movie stars have a huge fan following here."

Tharun nodded. "Yes, I've heard about that. It's fascinating how cultural influences can travel across borders."

Shruthi continued, "I packed a saree just in case, but I never thought I'd get a chance to wear it. When I saw this beautiful setting, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to embrace my culture and wear something traditional."

Tharun's admiration for her grew. "You made an excellent choice. The saree looks beautiful on you, and it adds to the elegance you already possess."

"Thank you, Tharun," Shruthi said, blushing slightly. "I wanted to wear something that represented my heritage. The sleeveless blouse adds a modern touch while still keeping the traditional essence. And the jewelry, well, it's minimal, but I think it complements the outfit perfectly."

Tharun nodded in agreement. "It certainly does. You look stunning."

Shruthi's eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued, "Tamil movies have a significant impact on Japanese pop culture. Rajinikanth, for example, is a household name here. His movies are dubbed in Japanese, and he has a massive fan base. It's amazing to see how our culture has influenced people in a different part of the world."

Tharun listened intently, fascinated by her knowledge and passion. "That's incredible. It's wonderful to see how cultures can connect and influence each other in such positive ways."

***

He pulled his cock out of her mouth after she gaged.
"Are you ok"? He asked.
She replied with tears streaming down her face "yes, please keep fucking my mouth". He pushed his cock inside her mouth again and after some time he pulled his cock out started to slap her face left and right with his thick cock.

She started crying as she looked at him and said "I love this cock more than I love you. I want him inside my vagina now." His cock grew even bigger at the sight of her giving up her body to him. He licked his lips and pushed her onto the bed. Her legs were spread wide open for him; he bent over her body, and without warning, pushed his thick cock deep inside her cunt. She gasped in shock and pain as he ripped into her body; his thrusts were hard and fast, hitting her G spot every time. He kept fucking her in this position for some time while he licked her tits and nibbled on them.

Her pussy was so wet from his cum and her own juices that it didn't take long before she was close to cumming again. She screamed out as she came all over his cock, squeezing him tight with her legs wrapped around him. He growled as he felt her orgasm around him. He reached down between her legs and found her clit. He rubbed it as he fucked her pussy hard, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

He felt his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum soon. He pulled out of her pussy and pushed his cock between her tits. He squeezed them together as he started fucking her tits; it didn't take long for him to cum all over her face and chest. He groaned as he came all over her face and tits, covering her completely. She gasped as she felt him release his thick load all over her body. After a few moments, he collapsed next to her on the bed, trying to catch his breath.

After cumming all over her breasts, he noticed the bite Tharun had left disappeared. "What happened to the bite mark?" Jegan asked. "I put some makeup to cover it so we can forget that and enjoy our time" Sunita replied.

Jegan smiled and hugged Sunita, as Sunita started to clean his oozing cock with her mouth.

They both continued their sex until late at night, drinking each other's love juices until they both fell asleep on the bed exhausted.

***

[ Meanwhile back in the restaurant in Kyoto ]

After enjoying a delicious dinner together, Tharun waved his hand and signed in the air signaling for the check. Shruti chuckled. Tharun looked at her amused and asked "What?" 

She smiled and said, "I see you're a good at air signature signaling the waiter! That's so like Gen Z" she laughed

Tharun admired her playful leg pulling, but within no time he composed himself "But you're millennial!" he joked back with a bright smile.

The waiter approached their table with the check. Tharun quickly took out his wallet from his suit pocket and placed his card in the slot without looking at the total.

Shruti didn't even feel like offering to split as she wanted to give Tharun that masculine role of treating her. She'd fight tooth and nail to split the bill if it was anyone else. This is the first time in her life she felt like she can be taken care of a man.

As they got up from their seat at the table, Shruthi swayed a bit due to the effect of the wine. Tharun immediately put his arms around her waist to support her weight and keep her steady. For time his fingers slightly caressed a small part of her bare waist and he quickly moved his fingers over her fabric.  

He guided her slowly out of the restaurant as she clung to him for support. She can smell his intoxicating masculine fragrance of his Le Lebo Santal cologne. "Are you going to be ok to walk?" Tharun asked, concerned about Shruthi's and hoping she didn't have too much to drink.

"I think so," Shruthi answered softly, still leaning into him for support.

Tharun guided her through the hotel lobby and turned to the elevator. She stopped and turned towards the river, "can we take a walk?".

He was trying to let go off her in a hurry, as he felt uncomfortable holding her, "are you sure you are to walk?" he tried to let go off her and see if she's ok.

"Sorry, now I am totally OK. It's the wine, but it's not too much." Tharun was relieved she wasn't too tipsy.

She crossed arms folded holding her saree and started walking alongside Tharun along the river side. They started strolling down the river and admired the view of the Higashiyama Mountains reflected on the water. The full moon illuminated the sky, casting a soft glow over everything around them. The lights from the city twinkled in the distance, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

"Tharun, this is such a beautiful place," Shruthi said, looking around in awe at their surroundings. "It's like a fairy tale."

Tharun nodded in agreement. "It is very beautiful here." He was feeling the same way she was;

"Tharun, I never thanked you for this opportunity, I love working here and the first week has been so rewarding"

"Oh.. it's nothing. I don't think we could have closed the deal without you here speaking Japanese."

"You know you could have managed" she smiled gently back at him.

There was a brief pause as they continued walking along the river in silence. Shruthi was mesmerized by the beauty of her surroundings.

Suddenly, she turned to Tharun and asked, "Can you teach me how to whistle?"

He looked surprised and then nodded with a smile, "Sure."

Tharun curled his first finger and placed his thumb in front of his lips. Shruthi watched closely, imitating what he did. After a few tries, she was able to produce a small whistle. She laughed at herself with the cute sound she made.

"That's great," Tharun said, pleased with Shruthi's efforts. "Keep practicing; you'll get better."

He winked at her as he placed his finger on his lips, emphasizing the technique Shruthi should use to make a louder sound. She practiced for a while with him helping her and slowly she got the hang of it.

Shruthi used all of her energy and made the loudest sound she could muster, which wasn't very loud.

"I don't think I can whistle," Shruthi said, frowning with frustration. "I'm not good at this."

Tharun placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You'll get better with practice. It took me a while to learn, too."

Shruthi smiled at him appreciatively, feeling reassured by his encouragement. She loved how supportive he was of her.

As they continued their stroll down the river, Tharun whistled to show her how it's done again. 

"Show off!" She nudged him with her elbow, Tharun pretended like he's going to fall and Shruti shocked and tried to hold him but she fell on him pushing him down on the river bed falling on top him. Tharun was under her and Shruti fell on top of him, their faces close to each other and she looked into his eyes with those big black deep eyes of hers, that mesmerized Tharun. 

Shruthi's mind was running a million thoughts trying to make sense out of what she feels, apart from his looks and his masculine presence.

Even though he was her boss, she could see he took care of her. He made her feel safe and respected. He always had time to listen to her concerns and offer advice when she needed it.

Tharun just stayed put and he was surprised he had zero intentions to kiss her, rather he felt the need to protect her. In an unlikely move by Tharun he slowly stood up while bringing her back up.

Tharun felt there is chemistry but he didn't want to cross the line with Shruti. Tharun generally never crosses the line unless the girl makes absolute moves on him, but this felt different, even after sensing that's moment for the perfect first kiss, he wasn't sure.

"You should know something about me.," words came out without his control...

[Thangaraasu]

Has Tarun fallen in love?. No way.
He needs only a hole to shove his dick and he is not a fool to fall in love/marry, just for that.

[adams_masala]

Has Tarun fallen in love?.  No way.
He needs only a hole to shove his dick and he is not a fool to fall in love/marry, just for that.

Thank you for your comment. Tharun's relationship with Shruthi is indeed complex. While he has a history of being a playboy, his admiration for Shruthi is rooted in respect for her intelligence, grace, and professionalism. This connection goes beyond mere physical attraction and represents a deeper, more meaningful bond. Tharun's feelings for Shruthi challenge his usual approach to relationships, highlighting his capacity for growth. I hope you are enjoying the story.

[adams_masala]

Anyone reading this may I know if you were caught off gaurd by switching to the sex scene between Sunita and Jegan without mentioning their names? Did you all notice that? What went through your mind? As an author I'd love to hear what went thorough your mind until you read the whole thing to reveal it was Sunita and Jegan.

[Thangaraasu]

Anyone reading this may I know if you were caught off gaurd by switching to the sex scene between Sunita and Jegan without mentioning their names? Did you all notice that? What went through your mind? As an author I'd love to hear what went thorough your mind until you read the whole thing to reveal it was Sunita and Jegan.

I noticed it and immediately it striked me that its not tharun and shruti. i thought sunita will moan tharun name in between and jegan will get agressive and she will understand that her husband is getting hard on hearing about her lover.

[adams_masala]

I noticed it and immediately it striked me that its not tharun and shruti. i thought sunita will moan tharun name in between and jegan will get agressive and she will understand that her husband is getting hard on hearing about her lover.

Hahaha.. glad to hear that bro! At least it wasn't confusing trying new style of writing.

[Givemeextra]

Anyone reading this may I know if you were caught off gaurd by switching to the sex scene between Sunita and Jegan without mentioning their names? Did you all notice that? What went through your mind? As an author I'd love to hear what went thorough your mind until you read the whole thing to reveal it was Sunita and Jegan.

Dear Adams Masala,
No, Couldn't get it because didn't even read it.
Reason is: 
Lost the plot as your quick back to back updates looked like just another in series of sex updates with not much plot.
Looks you are inserting important discussions in-between for few lines.


My mind wishes   , appreciate effort taken    and Ask's  -    Have you considered ending the completely sex crazy/plotless/one man sided story or going to continue this misadventure in literature?

Try a new thread Author with different settings/plot. Don't waste your skills this way.

[adams_masala]

Dear Adams Masala,
No, Couldn't get it because didn't even read it.
Reason is: 
Lost the plot as your quick back to back updates looked like just another in series of sex updates with not much plot.
Looks you are inserting important discussions in-between for few lines.


My mind wishes   , appreciate effort taken    and Ask's  -    Have you considered ending the completely sex crazy/plotless/one man sided story  or going to continue this misadventure in literature?

Try a new thread Author with different settings/plot. Don't waste your skills this way.

Ok please read the last few chapters, wrote really long updates, thickened the plot, story is getting good direction in the last few chapters. Try to read it from where it ended with Keerthi. Also the last Shruti experience is delicately written from experience if i might add. Anyway, I’m writing it for my own pleasure and I hope other might enjoy it.

[adams_masala]

Bros anyone liking the last few episodes exploring the story more than sex? Since this is a sex stories forum, not sure how much you are all enjoying the plot development.

[Givemeextra]

Ok please read the last few chapters, wrote really long updates, thickened the plot, story is getting good direction in the last few chapters. Try to read it from where it ended with Keerthi. Also the last Shruti experience is delicately written from experience if i might add. Anyway, I’m writing it for my own pleasure and I hope other might enjoy it.

If writing gives you pleasure, then pls continue........ Don't stop for anyone.

Some folks will read updates, few others will demand something different in updates. This is the way in all Major Multi-Page threads.

[adams_masala]

If writing gives you pleasure, then pls continue........ Don't stop for anyone.

Some folks will read updates, few others will demand something different in updates. This is the way in all Major Multi-Page threads.

Bro you are a long term follower bro, I think even before the old forum. I hope you read the last few chapters, it’s different.