Adultery ashwins adventure

[damien123456]

Here are images of Pooja's pals and their names.


Friend 1's name is Riya.




Friend 2's, her name is Reena.




Friend 3's named Sameera.




here's the picture of Roopa



Apart from pooja, Ashwin is going to fuck two of pooja's pals, one of whom is virgin and the other not, therefore my readers tell me which of these chicks will be Ashwin's first fuck after he fucked pooja. One thing is certain: the first fuck will not be a virgin one.

[Koolkid123456789]

Next update de do bhai..

[damien123456]

Next update de do bhai..

soon brother

[damien123456]

chapter 35


Ashwin arrives at the college on time and locates Pooja and her friends in the canteen, just as they had told him they would be waiting for him there.

Ashwin: "Hi girls, am I interrupting something?" With that, Ashwin takes a seat, pulling a chair from a nearby table.

Pooja: "Oh, hi Ashwin. No, I mean, there's no interruption; we were just waiting for you," she says, her tone lacking enthusiasm.

Ashwin: "Well, you don't seem to be normal. What happened?"

Reena: "Well, everything feels like it's coming down to these last few moments," she said, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Ashwin: "You all did great work, so don't worry. Now, all you have to do is stay calm."

Riya: "It's easy to say, sir, but we all..." She stopped mid-sentence, her hands locked and fingers twisted, openly displaying the group's last-minute doubts and fears.

Ashwin: "Hey, stay cool. I know what you're feeling now; it's common for anyone in your place. But keep calm and maintain your composure because if you let fear or nervousness take over, it won't end well for you, okay?"

Sameera: "Sir, we completed this project under your guidance by ourselves, and our other friends did theirs with project centers. They all say that we won't perform well in this submission session because they are well-versed in their projects."

Ashwin: "What are you talking about, Sameera? If they are well-versed, then so are you," he said, a hint of harshness in his voice. "Listen, if they perform well, why can't you girls? They're just going to regurgitate what the project centers told them, but none of you are like that, okay? You all worked hard, and I know you're going to nail it, so relax."

Roopa: "Sir, without you, we wouldn't have been able to come this far. Thank you, sir."

Ashwin: "Thank me later, but for now, keep calm. Any last-minute doubts, girls?"

Pooja: "I'm too nervous about the presentation. I mean, what if the external examiner asks something that we haven't prepared for?"

Ashwin: "In that case, take a moment to think, and if you don't find the answer, say that you will explore it further. They will appreciate this more than any rushed, unsynchronized answers. Okay, keep your body straight while answering, keep a timer in your mind, remember the key points and advantages of your project, and highlight them. If you sense any one of you struggling to speak, another person with the known answer should continue as if the struggling one just stopped to let you speak. Never show any lack of knowledge to them, okay?"

Pooja: "Oh, thank you so much."

Ashwin: "I told you that thank me later any other question.''

Riya: You make it sound so easy, sir. Why don't you present on our behalf?

Ashwin: It's tempting, but has the college authorized this? Besides, it's your moment to shine in the hall. Just be confident; you're all going to do an amazing job.

Pooja: Wow, you've helped us a lot here, Ashwin. Without you, we can't— Before she could finish, Ashwin looked at her. His gaze made her halt mid-sentence, as something in his eyes made her feel different. They shared a moment of silent communication but were interrupted by Reena's voice.

Reena: We're about to do something big, Pooja. No time for this. She said mockingly.

Pooja: Reena! She exclaimed with a mix of anger and shyness.

Ashwin: Okay, girls, no more questions. Just relax.

Sameera: Well, I think we're all ready now, but we have to stay calm.

Ashwin: Ah, I'll help you with that. Just breathe in and stay relaxed. You've got this. His presence and words bolstered Pooja and her friends' confidence.

Roopa: Okay, sir, thank you. She said as her mobile rang. She glanced at the screen and noticed it was a call from her friend. This call reminded Roopa that they had to leave now. Hey girls, it was Lilly. I told her to call me when our staff calls us. We have to leave now.

Ashwin: Okay, girls, good luck. Go and rock the show.

"Thank you, sir," they all said in unison.

Ashwin: Okay, girls, see you all soon.

After that, Ashwin did nothing but sit there and watch the girls leave the canteen. He saw their shacking ass as their walking pace picked up, and he saw all five girls swaying ass. His eyes lingered in Pooja's for a little while longer. I think this is the end of our mentor and student relationship, Pooja. I look forward to the day when I can truly nail you. His thoughts are interrupted when his phone rings; he checks at the screen; it's his buddy; he remembers saying he'd see him today, so he picks up the phone and tells his friend he'll be there shortly; with that, he exits the canteen. The girls submit their projects at 2 p.m.

Pooja and her friends performed admirably in the session. The external invigilator congratulated them in front of all the students, commending their project as exceptional. He remarked that he had never seen students work so diligently, as most tend to rely on project centers, whereas these girls worked hard and successfully executed a project that was highly technical in nature.


His remark caused the girls to recall Ashwin for a moment. After the session, they went to the canteen, found it empty, and decided to call Ashwin. He informed them that he was in a meeting with friends and could meet them later. However, eager to see him, the girls expressed their desire to meet sooner. Ashwin then agreed to have dinner with them at a hotel he named, in the evening, as it was nearing four o'clock, to which all the girls consented.

As dinner time approached, all the girls, dressed in their finest, gathered at the restaurant Ashwin had mentioned. They waited for him, as he was running late today. As his arrival was delayed, they took a seat at the table. When the waiter came to take their order, they informed him they were waiting for a friend, so he left them alone. Roopa suggested that Pooja call Ashwin to check his whereabouts, but just then, Pooja noticed Ashwin entering the hotel. Pooja, Sameera, and Riya were seated directly opposite Roopa and Reena at a table for six. From where Pooja was seated, she could see any man entering the restaurant, and that's how she spotted him.

Pooja: "Hey, he's here."  

As Pooja said, all the females are standing and looking at Ashwin. Today Ashwin appears to take little care about his dress; he looks like a model and is too sexy. All the girls' eyes drooped for him for a while.

Sameera: Is he truly an auditor or model?

Riya: He looks so fantastic and attractive tonight.

Pooja: Hey gals, stop it.

Sameera: Hey, shut up and look at him, he's cute.

Reena: What can we do, buddy? His eyes are on our pooja.

Riya: Hey pooja, if I were you, I would have taken that sexy chocolaty man already, but you haven't.

Pooja: "Hey, stop or I will—" As they spoke, Ashwin approached them. "Hi girls, sorry I'm late." With that, he gestured for them to sit down. Now seated, Pooja and Ashwin faced each other, with Roopa and Reena beside them. As they settled, Riya commented, "Sir, you're looking so good today."

Ashwin: "Oh! Thank you," he replied, adjusting his slightly open shirt.

Sameera: "Wow, you're rocking it, sir. Is there any special reason for your attire today?"

Ashwin, feigning confusion, responded, "What?"

Sameera: "Well, we've never seen you like this—you're so stylish and hot today, sir."

Ashwin: "Oh! Thanks. Well, I'm here with five beautiful girls for dinner. Did you expect me to wear formal attire? And besides, I've got tough competition here since all of you look very awesome, especially you, Riya—you look stunning," he complimented, his gaze lingering on Pooja until the last moment before shifting as everyone anticipated him to say Pooja's name. His omission slightly disturbed Pooja, while the other girls, particularly Riya, were taken aback.

Reena: "Sir, the way you're speaking is quite different today. May I ask why?" Her voice was tinged with surprise and curiosity.

Ashwin: I want to clarify something, girls. There's no need to call me 'sir' anymore; it makes me feel ancient. Just call me Ashwin.

Sameera: But you're our mentor for the project, sir, and you're older than us too, she whispered with a hint of amusement.

Ashwin: The mentor-student relationship is over. From now on, just call me Ashwin; I'm no longer your mentor, he stated firmly.

Sameera: I apologize if we've offended you, sir. I only wanted to crack some jokes to make everyone smile, not to offend you, she said, her tone less enthusiastic, which Ashwin noticed.

Ashwin: Hey, relax, I didn't mean it like that. From now on, I'm your friend, so call me Ashwin. No need for formalities. When lovely girls like you call me 'sir,' it makes me feel old. I'm in your league, girls, so don't call me 'sir,' call me Ashwin.

Roopa: Not all of us call you 'sir'; only one always calls you by your name, she said mockingly.

Ashwin: Pooja and I are different, but this is for the others. So, none of you want to be my friend? he said, feigning sadness.

Reena: No, sir, it was a pleasure to be your friend, but we did not expect this from you as we have never seen you like this before.

Ashwin: What? I mean, what did you not expect? His voice is normal but demanding.

Riya: Sir, you never speak to us the way you are now. Her voice conveys her surprise.

Ashwin: Oh, come on, girls. I understand now, okay? Until now, you've all seen me as a professor and mentor, and that's fine. But that phase is over. I mean, you all did well on the project, and from now on, I want to be your friend. Is that wrong? I mean, I'd like to be your friend. Do any of you have an issue with having me as your friend?

Roopa: We all appreciate the offer of friendship, sir, but it's not what we expected. We thought you would inquire about our project performance, but instead, you offered friendship, which left us a bit confused," she said, speaking on behalf of all the girls.

Ashwin: There's no need for that because I'm confident you all impressed the external invigilator. But girls, it's time to celebrate, so what's next?

Pooja: Thank you for the help, Ashwin.

Ashwin: Haan! That's not enough.

Pooja: What?

Ashwin: You all did well on the project, so you should celebrate, right? I want to join your celebration," he said, but the table fell silent. He looked around at all the girls, who were exchanging questioning glances. "What's wrong, girls? Don't you want to celebrate?" he asked enthusiastically.

Roopa hesitated, "Sir, it's actually... we..." She trailed off, and Ashwin was about to interject when the waiter came to take their order. After the waiter left, Ashwin gave the girls a look that seemed to ask a silent question, which they understood. Roopa explained that they planned to go to the pub to celebrate after dinner. Ashwin's expression showed he wasn't keen on the idea as he glanced at Pooja.

Pooja: "Yes, we're all going to the pub to celebrate."

Reena:  "Sir, we want to—sorry," her tone shifted, "Ashwin, we want to go to the pub and dance our hearts out."

Ashwin: "Hmm, okay. Do you all mind if I join you?"

"You're most welcome, Ashwin," Roopa responded.

As they began to eat the food that had arrived, the conversation flowed smoothly. Ashwin playfully flirted with all the girls, aiming to tease Pooja. His teasing was somewhat successful; Pooja was slightly annoyed but didn't show it. After dinner, as they were ready to leave for the pub, Ashwin, preferring not to go to the pub, suggested, "Why don't you all celebrate at one of your houses instead?". The girls explained that it wasn't possible since all except Roopa were from different places. Ashwin then suggested, "Well, Roopa, why don't we go to your house?" She started to explain that her parents were home and wouldn't allow it, and even if they did, she wouldn't want to. Before she could finish, Riya playfully interrupted, "If you don't want us to go to the pub, how about your house, Ashwin?" This caught Ashwin off guard as he hadn't considered it, planning to return to his village after their meeting. He hadn't mentioned staying at his place to Radha, so he just stared blankly at the girls.


Riya: "What's the matter, Ashwin? Is there any problem?"

Ashwin: "No problem, girls. Then it's settled; my house it is. Let's go." With that, they all left the restaurant. Even though the girls didn't like the idea, they couldn't say no now, as Riya had already spoken. All the girls looked at her angrily while they walked behind Ashwin to the car park, but Riya ignored their stares.

As they all arrived at the car park, they realized there were two cars: one belonged to Ashwin, and the other to Roopa. Ashwin expressed his desire for the girls to follow him in their car, to which they all agreed. He then gave Roopa his address and instructed her to follow him. With that, he hopped into his car and drove off, with the girls following behind. While driving, Reena voiced her discomfort about going to Ashwin's house instead of a pub to drink, blaming Riya's brazenness for the change of plans.

Riya: "Hey, don't think Ashwin didn't want us to go to the pub; that's why he's taking us to his house."

Reena: "Don't think like that. He's not okay with Pooja coming to the pub with us; that's why he's now taking us to his place," she said with a smirk.

Pooja: "Hey, Reena, don't you..." she stared at her.

Sameera: "Girls, come on, let's get to his place and tell him we want to drink or dance. If he says no, we'll just leave immediately and go to the pub. Relax, I think he may not want us to go to the pub, but he can't stop us. Okay, I have something in mind, so relax. We are going to the pub tonight, okay?"

Pooja inquired with a furrowed brow, "Hey, what's the grand plan?" Her voice tinged with worry.

Sameera threw her head back, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, and declared, "Just wait and see, ladies!" She struck a pose like a hero straight out of a blockbuster film.

Ashwin contacted Radha to inform her of an unexpected important meeting, which would prevent him from coming home that evening. He assured her that they would see each other in the morning. Although Radha expressed her disappointment at his absence during the night, she conveyed her understanding of his circumstances and encouraged him to eat and rest well. After ending the call, Ashwin smiled to himself, thinking, "Oh my love, do not worry; I will have your sister with me tonight instead. She is on her way to my place, and they might plan to leave for the pub soon. However, Radha, they are not going anywhere tonight; it is time for something else."

[damien123456]

This is an incomplete update. I had hoped for appreciation from my readers for my writing, but there are no comments or likes to encourage me. Regardless, I will continue to write and complete this story, although it may take some time.

[Koolkid123456789]

Update bro

[damien123456]

Update bro

tomorrow or day after tomorrow

[Zoz34]

Nice , story going on very intriguing and erotic, though I have few suggestions focus more on pooja's character her dynamic between Ashwin and her sister , you can add jealousy factor also ,make her character little bratty.

Nice story waiting for the next update.

[damien123456]

update continues 

Ashwin ended the call, and within the next fifteen minutes, his car rolled through the apartment gate, closely followed by Roopa's. Stepping out, he noticed the watchmen interrogating the girls still inside the car. The watchmen had stopped Roopa's car upon entry to ask about their visit and destination. As Roopa conversed with them, Ashwin intervened, assuring the watchmen that the girls were his guests. He signaled Roopa to park in the guest area, then addressed the watchmen, stating the girls would stay overnight and their vehicle needed watching. As he began to walk away, the watchmen called out, "Sir?" Ashwin, scratching the back of his head with a knowing smile, understood the implication. He discreetly handed money to the watchmen, who saluted in response. With the matter settled, Ashwin walked towards Roopa's car.


The watchmen watched as Ashwin walked toward the girls. Now that they had stepped out of the car and all the girls were young and sexy, he thought, What a lucky bastard he is! He got money and a good life. He brought a girl with him to his apartment occasionally, with whom he spent the night, but this is the first time he brought a bunch of girls in. I am sure this guy is going to bang them, but which one is the first? With that in mind, he watched Ashwin and the girls leave the parking lot and walk toward the lift. The watchmen left  to the gates with a sigh of nostalgia.


After giving money to the watchman, Ashwin walked towards the girls. As he reached them, they all exited the car. He gestured towards the lift, and they followed him. During the walk and the lift ride, he chatted with Pooja and the others, though he spoke more with Pooja. The other girls watched them as they talked. Pooja conversed with him without making eye contact, while he looked at her. Upon reaching the floor, they walked to his house. Ashwin opened the door, and the girls stepped inside, marveling at the cleanliness of the house. Although Ashwin was not there, he had made arrangements for regular cleaning, so the house appeared cool and clean, especially after the morning's tidying, making it all the more appealing.


Sameera: Wow, you have a pretty big house, sir.

Ashwin: Thank you, but please, no 'sir.'

Sameera: I'll try to remember, but it might take some time to get used to it.

Ashwin: Okay, no problem. Girls, feel free to treat this place like your own house and settle down. With that, he leaves for his room.

Riya: Hey, this house is cool, right? Does he own it, or is he just renting?

Reena: Hey, don't talk like that. I think it's his house.

Pooja: Girls, it's his own house; he owns it, okay?

Roopa: Mmmhh... How do you know that, Pooja? Her voice is serious and mocking at the same time. All the girls look at Pooja, wondering how she knows.

Pooja: Hey, relax. He told me it's his own house when he brought me here last time.

Sameera: What? He brought you here before? She said in a mocking tone, her hands on her cheeks as if expressing shock on her face but in a jovial manner.

Pooja: tossed her handbag to Sameera, who caught it just in time. "He brings me here, you all know that, right? From the pub," she said seriously.

Riya: "We all know that, but since you mentioned 'the word' last time, we thought he might bring you here without us knowing." She winked at Pooja playfully.

"Hey, it's nothing like that, okay?" Pooja started to retort, but before she could continue, Ashwin emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of snacks, which he always kept on hand, along with five cups of coffee for the group.

Ashwin announced, "Hey girls, you are all my guests now, so please enjoy the coffee and snacks." As he spoke, the girls' faces showed their discontent, except for Pooja, who was the first to accept the coffee from him. However, as Pooja turned to her friends, they stared at her as if she had done something wrong. Pooja looked at her friends, questioning with her eyes. Riya stepped forward, took the coffee from Pooja, and placed it back on Ashwin's plate, saying, "If we really wanted it, we could have it at a cafe. Okay, we're here for a celebration, and you, sir—sorry, Ashwin—you're just offering us some snacks and coffee? No, this is not what we expected."

Pooja: "Hey, we're in his house, so he treats us with it. Take it or leave it, but you all..." She's cut off before she can finish.

Ashwin: "What's wrong, girls?"

Sameera: "Sir, we planned to drink alcohol tonight, not coffee. It's not good, okay? You stopped us from going to the pub as we planned, and now you..."

Reena: "Yes, sir, we want to drink, not coffee. It's okay, we'll take it, but we're going to the pub right after, okay?"

Ashwin smiles a bit too loudly. "Oh, that's what you all want? Okay, girls, just sit on the sofa in the hall. I'll be right back." Ashwin then sneaks off to the kitchen again.

Sameera: "Hey, if he brings out some supermarket beverages and calls it alcohol, we're leaving immediately, okay?" With that, all the girls sit on the sofa.
Pooja: "Hey, why do you all act like this? He is our mentor in the project, don't forget. He just offered us coffee; we can take it and leave this place quickly, but you all..."

Roopa: "We all what, Pooja? Hey Sameera, she speaks with concern for him, do you see it?"

Sameera: "Yes, Roopa. Hey Pooja, he was our mentor in the project, but now he is our friend. He himself said it an hour ago, okay? Don't we ask our friend for something we want when we go to his house? Maybe to you, he is more than a mentor and friend, but to us, now he is just our friend. So we would ask what we want from him, okay?" She said in a playful and assertive tone. Pooja put her hands on her head in a gesture as if to say, 'There's no use speaking with you all.'

Ashwin called out from the kitchen, "Hey Pooja, need a little help here!"

Reena teased, "Pooja, your partner is calling you. Go and help him," as she playfully slapped palms with Riya, who laughed along.

Without a word, Pooja entered the kitchen to find Ashwin arranging glass cups on a tray. Upon seeing her, he asked, "Could you take this to the hall and place it on the table in front of the sofa?" She obliged and carried the tray out to the hall.

Riya noticed Pooja coming from the kitchen and remarked, "Hey, looks like he's going to serve some supermarket beverages, just like you predicted, Sameera."

Pooja set the tray down on the table and joined her friends on the sofa. Although there were two single sofas flanking the main one, all the girls chose to sit together on the main sofa, which could accommodate all five of them.

Within minutes, Ashwin approached with his hands behind his back, as if concealing something.

"What are you hiding there, sir?" inquired Reena with a hint of curiosity.

Riya chimed in mockingly, "I bet it's some supermarket beverages with low alcohol content."

Ashwin just smiled at them and, with a flourish of "ta-da," he placed a bottle of Russian vodka on the table in front of them.

Reena exclaimed, "What a find, sir! I saw this bottle at the supermarket near our college. It's a local thing," while all the girls nodded in agreement with Reena. Only Roopa's eyes widened, as she recognized what it was.

Roopa interjected, "Hey, don't talk nonsense, Reena. You really don't know what it is," her tone filled with excitement and surprise.

Sameera chimed in, "What Roopa? She's right. I've seen it in my own town when I go to the supermarket with my mom. I know it's not alcohol. If you want to stop someone from going to the pub, stop them, not all of us, sir," she stated adamantly, twirling her hair with her right hand and her legs crossed.

Both Ashwin and Roopa laughed together, while the other girls exchanged questioning glances.

Roopa declared, "Hey, this one is Russian vodka. I've seen my dad with the same brand."

Ashwin confirmed, "You're right. Your dad and I get this from our common friend. Girls, it's Russian vodka," he revealed the brand name, while Roopa informed her friends of the high price, leaving all the girls with widened eyes.

Sameera: I apologize, sir. Is this truly meant for us? She chuckled lightly.

Ashwin: If not for you, then for whom? With that, he uncapped the bottle and poured vodka for them, demonstrating a skillful handling of the bottle. Roopa, curious, inquired whether he consumed alcohol, recalling his earlier refusal of wine at the pub. He responded, "I don't drink, but that won't prevent me from enjoying liquor at home or serving it to my friends." After a brief pause, he turned to Pooja and said, "Partner." He then filled a cup with vodka and offered it to Pooja, distributing the remaining cups to the other girls. His gaze, however, remained fixed on Pooja as she took a sip of the vodka. Once they all set their cups down, they expressed slight irritation in their throats. Ashwin remarked, "Well, it's your first experience with this, so it's understandable. Don't worry; take these." He handed them some chips, and they continued to chat and drink. After finishing their third round, Ashwin patiently waited, knowing he needed to make his next move. He aimed to have all the girls in a slightly tipsy state, and as they consumed the strong vodka, their inhibitions began to fade, which he had not anticipated.

After the third round, Roopa expressed her desire to explore the house. Ashwin graciously offered to give her a tour, but she declined, preferring to see it on her own. Consequently, Ashwin allowed Roopa, Riya, and Sameera to wander through the house. They discovered that it was spacious, featuring two bedrooms, a large kitchen, and a sizable hall, with each bedroom equipped with an attached bathroom. The house exuded a cozy atmosphere. While exploring Ashwin's bedroom, they noticed numerous photographs adorning the walls, all depicting him alone, without any friends. One particular image caught Riya's attention; it was a smaller picture of Ashwin shirtless, positioned lower on the wall. While Sameera and Roopa did not pay much heed to it, Riya took a closer look at the topless photograph, and a stirring sensation arose within her at the mere sight. For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and imagined herself standing beside Ashwin's bed as he approached her, removing his t-shirt while gazing at her. She envisioned herself touching his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles, as his hand wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer. She let out a soft sigh, but her daydream was interrupted by Sameera's voice calling her name. Riya quickly replied, "Oh, nothing," and smiled mischievously to herself, lightly tapping her head. The other two girls remained oblivious to her thoughts.

Riya observed the array of awards displayed in the almirah, which showcased Ashwin's numerous achievements in both his career and sports. Adjacent to the almirah was a photograph of Ashwin from his college days, holding a football. As Roopa and Sameera discussed Ashwin's accomplishments and trophies, Riya's attention was drawn to the image of him with the ball. She envisioned herself and Ashwin playing football together on an open field, picturing them in sports attire, with Ashwin gazing at her with a look of desire. This thought caused Riya to close her eyes, one hand resting on her head and the other on her abdomen, as a light sweat formed on her brow. Suddenly, Sameera interrupted her daydream, inquiring about the company that had offered Ashwin a position, mentioning a logo she had seen. Riya, slightly irritated, responded with a vague acknowledgment. Roopa, noticing Riya's discomfort, asked if she was feeling unwell due to the heat. Riya suggested they step outside, but Sameera insisted they could turn on the air conditioning. Riya, however, was determined to explore other areas of the house. As they exited Ashwin's bedroom, Riya caught sight of him conversing with Pooja and Reena, feeling a twinge of jealousy as Ashwin's attention seemed focused on Pooja.

Riya contemplated the situation, questioning why Ashwin's attention was consistently directed towards Pooja. She wondered if he ever truly noticed her. Riya had harbored feelings for Ashwin from the very beginning, yet he seemed oblivious to her presence, fixated instead on someone she deemed unworthy. Although she lacked the wealth of Roopa, she believed she possessed greater value than Pooja, considering herself more attractive and intelligent. With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Riya accompanied Sameera and Roopa to the adjacent room, which appeared to be Ashwin's workout area, equipped with a modest home gym. Despite her long-standing interest in Ashwin, she had refrained from expressing it, especially as his gaze often lingered on Pooja. However, the effects of the vodka had emboldened her, allowing her to entertain feelings she had long kept hidden.

Following their brief tour, they arrived at the location where Ashwin and others were engaged in conversation while walking from the gym to the hall. Riya gazed at Ashwin with longing, while simultaneously feeling a pang of jealousy towards Pooja. They all settled beside Pooja and Reena, engaging in light conversation for a while. Sameera and Roopa praised Ashwin for his home and the accolades displayed in his almirah, to which Ashwin expressed his gratitude. Riya continued to look at Ashwin with desire; his charming smile appeared particularly appealing to her that day, likely influenced by the vodka she had consumed. Feeling a surge of attraction, she contemplated expressing her feelings to Ashwin that evening. Her thoughts were interrupted when Ashwin addressed her, asking, "Hey Riya, do you have any thoughts about the house?" She snapped back to reality and replied, "Well, you have a lovely and cozy house, Ashwin." She emphasized his name slightly, a detail that went unnoticed by the other girls but was not lost on Ashwin, who recognized the desire reflected in her eyes. Pleased by Riya's interest, he felt a sense of happiness. After some more conversation, Sameera suggested, "Why don't we play a game, everyone?"

Roopa, curious in tone, asked, "What game?"

Sameera replied, "Any kind, but it must be surprising and thrilling."

Ashwin, feeling the vodka's effects, stood up and addressed the girls, "So, Sameera, what game do you have in mind for this situation?"

"Maybe spin the bottle or truth or dare," Sameera suggested.

Ashwin, catching the girls' attention—except for Pooja, whose eyes were not as wide—proposed, "How about we play 'bottle stand'?"

Reena, unenthusiastic, said, "I thought you'd suggest something different, but 'bottle stand' is nothing new to us."

"I didn't finish," Ashwin interjected. Reena gestured for him to continue. "It's a normal 'bottle stand'. The bottle is half-filled with water; you throw it to stand on the table. If it stands, the thrower picks someone to state a truth about them. If it's true, the chosen person wins and can ask the loser to do anything. If it's false, the thrower gets to decide the dare. Is that okay?"

"I'm in," Riya declared, moving from the sofa to the floor, followed by the others. As the game began, she hoped to convey her interest in Ashwin through the game.

Ashwin placed the bottle on the table and asked, "Who wants to go first?" Sameera, with a playful tone, declared, "I'll start." She grabbed the bottle cap, spun it, and it stood on the table for a moment before toppling over. "Oh!" Sameera exclaimed, disappointed. Then it was Roopa's turn; she replicated Sameera's action, and the bottle remained upright. Now she could choose someone; she chose Reena, who accepted the challenge. Roopa had to say something about Reena. Clearing her throat, Roopa began, "Here's what I think about Reena: she enjoys our company more than being with her family relatives. Right, Reena?" "Hmm, it seems you've guessed right," Reena responded. "Okay, I won the round. Here's what I want from you, Roopa: you have to tell us something you haven't wanted us to know." "Hey, that's not fair," Reena protested, to which Ashwin interjected, "Well, Reena, a dare is a dare. Come on, tell us something you haven't shared with your friends before."

Reena: Okay, guys, well, I have a crush on our college PET, sir. 

Sameera: what?  Her tone contains elements of shock and surprise. 

Riya: oh! Now I finally know the reason why you accompany me to the ground for my practice in a mocking tone.


Ashwin sees that the vodka has started to kick in, and the girls are about to enter the tipsy state soon. They are shedding their shyness bit by bit and becoming more open in his presence soon. He asked who was next, then Reena took the bottle. It was my turn. She said she threw the bottle by holding its cap, threw it upward, and stood in the table. She looked at the faces of others who watched her eagerly. While everyone thought she would choose Roopa, she chose Sameera in a surprising turn.
Reena: "Well, I choose you, Reena," she said.

Sameera: "You choose me?" Her tone revealed her surprise.

Reena: "Yes, Sameera, I choose you. So tell me, what do you think of me?"

Sameera: "Well, you're in love."

Reena: "Wrong, Sameera. I said I have a crush on that guy, but I'm not in love with him."

Sameera: "Don't lie," she said assertively.

Reena: "Why would I lie? You lose, now you have to do what I want you to do, okay?"

Sameera: "Okay," her tone less enthusiastic.

Reena: "Well, we all know that you have a boyfriend, so tell us about him. I mean, what do you like most about him?"

Ashwin was a bit shocked to hear this but did not react. As the game went on, he found himself glancing at Pooja, and noticed Riya looking at him. He realized he was now in a complex web and had to navigate very carefully.

Sameera: "Hey, come on, he's a gem of a person. That's why I love him, okay?"


Reena: "Gem of a person, hmm? How do you know that?" Her lips widened with a smirk while her eyes focused on Sameera. "Did he show his gem to you?"

Ashwin was the first to understand her joke and laughed loudly, with the others joining him a bit later. It took a few seconds for Sameera to understand; she threw the cup she had used to drink vodka at Reena and said, "You're naughty tonight," with a sly smile. It took a minute for the laughter to stop, then Riya took the bottle and threw it upside down on the table where it stood. Now she chose Pooja.

Pooja: I suppose my friend Riya truly enjoys drinking at the pub and dancing with abandon.


Riya: That is incorrect; now you must complete my dare.

Pooja: No, that is not true.

Riya: No falsehoods, my dear. You are required to drink two rounds of vodka now.

Pooja: I have reached my limit for the night.

Riya: Ashwin, pour her a drink. 

Ashwin eagerly filled Pooja's cup with vodka, hoping to encourage her to drink more. Pooja took the cup and glanced at the others, her heart racing as she felt the weight of their expectations. With a deep breath, she gulped down the contents in one go, the burn of the alcohol igniting a fire in her throat. When Ashwin poured her another round, she protested, shaking her head vehemently.

Pooja: I really can’t do this anymore!

Riya: A dare is a dare, Pooja! You can’t back out now!

Pooja continued to refuse, her resolve weakening as the laughter and cheers from the group filled the air. Ashwin, sensing the tension, leaned in with a mischievous grin.

Ashwin: Come on, Pooja! You need some company! 

Without waiting for the girls' consent, he poured drinks for all five of them, the sound of the liquid splashing into the glasses echoing in the lively atmosphere. They all accepted their drinks, but before consuming them, Sameera shot Pooja a look that could pierce through steel and silently mouthed, "I hate you." 


All the girls, except for Pooja, completed their fourth round, while she clutched her fifth cup, facing their disapproving stares. Riya, who initially believed she needed to look after Pooja to capture Ashwin's attention, realized that to do so, she would have to encourage Pooja to drink more and become less aware of her surroundings. Although Riya was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, she resolved to withstand its impact for a while longer to make her interest in Ashwin known. However, Pooja had yet to finish her fifth cup, prompting Riya to urge her to complete her dare. Reena chimed in, reminding Pooja that it was her responsibility to drink, especially since Ashwin had encouraged everyone else to do so. 

In their inebriated state, their words became increasingly loud and uncontrolled. Ashwin noticed the commotion but chose not to react, while the others continued to coax Pooja into drinking. In a swift motion, Sameera placed one hand over Pooja's nose and the other on her wrist, forcing her to down the vodka in one swift gulp before she could even respond.

Pooja: Hey, why did you? Her drunkenness is really showing in her voice. Now the real fun begins for her! The bottle games are about to kick off, and during all this, Sameera noticed Riya staring at Ashwin. You could see the longing in her eyes. It made Sameera realize what was going on around her, but being tipsy had her thinking a bit mischievously. She leaned over to Pooja and whispered, "Check out Ashwin! He’s only got eyes for you." Pooja blushed , "Look at Riya! She’s totally eyeing your guy, Ashwin." Pooja could see Riya’s gaze filled with desire for Ashwin, and deep down, she felt a bit of resentment towards Riya for always bragging about being the sporty one in the group while Pooja felt pretty average. All these thoughts were swirling in Pooja's tipsy mind, and Sameera was fueling the fire by whispering that Ashwin truly loves Pooja, but Riya might be trying to swoop in on him. Pooja nodded slightly, feeling the pressure to show her love for Ashwin.

Roopa successfully threw the bottle to stand and chose Ashwin, who failed to guess correctly about Roopa. As a result, he now has to dance to the sensuous music that Roopa plays as a dare.Ashwin remarked that the music was romantic and well-suited for dancing, mentioning he needed a partner. As he stood up and walked a few feet to an open space in the hall, his gaze lingered on Pooja, hoping she would join him. However, Riya interjected, boasting that she was the best dancer in the group, and despite wobbling slightly, she made her way to Ashwin.
Roopa announced, "Girls, this is the highlight of the evening," and with that, she played a romantic Western tune that called for partners to dance closely. Riya now stood opposite him, who was still gazing at Pooja. "Hey, the music has started," Riya said, to which he replied that he couldn't dance as he didn't know how. "All you have to do is hold on to me, okay?" With that, she placed one hand on his chest and guided his hand to her hip with the other. She moved to the rhythm, and Riya glanced at Pooja with a smile, through which she wanted to convey that Ashwin was hers now.

Ashwin, while dancing, was focused on Pooja, yet he did not neglect to enjoy Riya's company. The vibrant atmosphere of the dance floor pulsed around them, filled with the infectious energy of the music and the laughter of friends. Ashwin moved rhythmically, his hands positioned at Riya's hips, just above the curve of her backside, as he danced closely with her. The warmth of her body against his sent a thrill through him, and he found himself lost in the moment, the world around them fading into a blur.


Pooja, consumed by anger, found her thoughts clouded; all she could think about was how to capture Ashwin's attention on the dance floor. Her heart raced as she watched him, a mix of jealousy and determination swirling within her. She felt invisible, a mere spectator to the connection that seemed to spark between Ashwin and Riya. The music played on, a catchy beat that seemed to amplify her frustration. She tried to push her feelings aside, but the sight of Ashwin's carefree laughter and the way he leaned into Riya only fueled her resolve to reclaim his focus.

Riya, eager to express her interest in Ashwin, danced intimately with him, allowing his fingers to roam freely. She reveled in the closeness, her body moving in sync with his, each sway and turn igniting a sense of exhilaration. Ashwin seized this opportunity to savor the warmth of her body, feeling the heat radiate between them. The chemistry was undeniable, and he found himself drawn deeper into the moment, the rhythm of the music guiding their movements.

Even when Riya attempted to create some distance while dancing, perhaps to gauge his interest or to playfully tease him, he maintained his hold on her, oblivious to her efforts. His fingers glided gently over her skin, tracing a path from her hip to her upper back, then to her shoulder, and finally to her hand. Each touch was electric, sending shivers down Riya's spine, and she leaned into him, encouraging his advances. The dance floor became their private world, a space where the outside noise faded away, leaving only the two of them and the intoxicating beat of the music.

Meanwhile, Pooja's frustration grew as she watched Ashwin and Riya lost in their own little bubble. She felt a pang of desperation, her heart aching with the need to break through the barrier that seemed to separate her from Ashwin. She took a deep breath, steeling herself.

Finally, the dance ends as the music stops, but Ashwin continues to hold Riya in an embrace, both of them locked in each other's gaze. Sameera's voice breaks the spell, noting that the music has ended. They regain their composure, and Ashwin reluctantly loosens his grip, yet the connection he feels with Riya is profoundly pleasing. Riya steps away with hesitation, her facial expression betraying her annoyance at Sameera for interrupting their perfect moment.

Reena playfully remarked, "Hey, you two look good together there." 

Riya, having succeeded in making the bottle stand, chose Ashwin to join her in the game. Ashwin, wanting to see what Riya would do for him, intentionally failed in his guess about her. Now, with a glance at everyone around the table, who all appeared tipsy, Riya turned to Ashwin and said, "Since you failed to guess correctly about me, my dare for you is to kiss someone from this group." Her tone was filled with expectation and desire. The word 'kiss' resonated distinctly in Pooja and Sameera's ears. Sameera leaned in and whispered to Pooja, "If you don't react now, everything will be gone; you'll miss Ashwin forever."

Ashwin seemed like a good guy, but deep down, he really wanted to kiss Riya after the dance. His gaze on Pooja lost its significance following his dance with Riya.

Ashwin addressed the situation with a serious demeanor, stating, "No, something else, not this," although internally, he yearned for it. The conflict within him was palpable; he wanted to maintain his composure, to uphold the boundaries he had set, yet a part of him longed for the very connection he was trying to resist. Riya, however, was undeterred by his words. Her determination shone through as she stepped closer, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made Ashwin's heart race. 


Prompted by her unwavering resolve, he finally declared, "Alright, I’ll close my eyes. If you truly wish to kiss me, you can do so on my right cheek." The challenge hung in the air, a mix of anticipation and trepidation swirling around them. As he shut his eyes, the world around him faded, leaving only the sound of his heartbeat echoing in his ears. 

Riya moved closer, her heart racing and her breath quickening with each step. The atmosphere felt charged, electric, as if the very air around them was thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Reena, Roopa, and Sameera watched from a distance, their eyes wide with curiosity and excitement, each of them holding their breath as they witnessed the unfolding scene. 

Just as Riya was mere inches away from Ashwin, her heart pounding in her chest and her own eyes fluttering shut in anticipation, the unexpected happened. Pooja, who had been lingering at the edge of the group, suddenly leaped toward him. In a swift motion, she grasped his face with her hands, pulling him toward her and kissing him passionately on the lips. 

The kiss was electric, a spark igniting between them that seemed to consume everything else in the room. Ashwin, caught off guard, instinctively reciprocated, his lips moving against hers with a fervor that surprised even him. Pooja's tongue explored his mouth, and in that moment, they shared a kiss as if they were the only two individuals in the room, oblivious to the audience around them. 

As the kiss deepened, Ashwin found himself lying on his back on the floor, his eyes still closed, surrendering to the warmth of Pooja's lips against his. The world around them faded into a blur, the laughter and whispers of their friends becoming a distant hum. All that mattered was the intoxicating connection they shared, a moment suspended in time where nothing

[Koolkid123456789]

Very interesting update bhai but update thoda fast rakho.. interest loose ho jata hai..

[Zoz34]

Great update , looking forward to action between Pooja and aswin

[damien123456]

update 36

Ashwin is driving to the village, the noon sun shining down on his car. He hums along to the song playing on the radio, his heart brimming with joy from the playful night spent with Pooja and her friends. A smile lingers on his face as he reminisces about the previous night's events. As he nears the village, his car rolling into the familiar streets, he spots a commotion. A group of men are assaulting an individual who is desperately trying to fend them off. Ashwin brings his vehicle to an abrupt halt when he recognizes the victim as Sonu, who is struggling to defend himself.

Ashwin exits his car to rescue Sonu, who has collapsed at his feet, unable to withstand the assault any longer. Ashwin tries to shield Sonu, shouting for the assailants to back off. However, the thugs turn their aggression towards Ashwin. With no other choice, Ashwin confronts the men attacking Sonu. As he attempts to help Sonu up, one of the attackers shoves Ashwin aside. Seizing a stick from the ground, Ashwin begins to fend off the four men, realizing as he strikes that they are all intoxicated.

Unable to withstand Ashwin's beating, the guys fled the scene at a running pace. Ashwin pursued them for a distance, striking them on the back of their heads, driving them away. He then returned to where Sonu lay and attempted to rouse him. Sonu, with bruises on his face and in pain, struggled to stand. Ashwin helped Sonu to his feet, dbanging Sonu's arm over his shoulder to support him as they moved towards the car. However, Sonu's injuries and inebriated state caused him to stagger, his right leg failing to support him properly.

Radha is in the kitchen, preparing the special fish she bought for Ashwin's noon meal. Ashwin had called her in the morning, saying he would arrive in the village around noon, which is why she's making the food. He had previously mentioned his love for seafood, but since his arrival, he hadn't eaten any fish. That's why she purchased the fish from a seller while on her way to the construction site in the morning. After buying it, she skipped going to the site and got busy preparing the meal for her lover. Once she finished cooking, she tried calling Ashwin, but he was unreachable. Unsure of what was happening, she stepped to the front of the house, mobile in hand, continuously dialing Ashwin's number. Yet, he remained unreachable. So, she sat on the stairs, gazing at the gates, her eyes filled with longing for Ashwin.



Ashwin's car entered the gates around 6 o'clock in the evening, just as the sun was casting its last rays of light across the sky. Radha, who had been waiting for him since noon without eating, was in the backyard lost in thought, pondering Ashwin's absence. She was mindlessly washing clothes until the sound of Ashwin's car honking brought her back to reality. She abruptly stopped what she was doing and hurried to the front of the house. As she arrived and saw Ashwin, she noticed him reaching into the backseat of the car to open it. Radha, who had longed for Ashwin's return, walked quickly to the car. In her heart, she yearned to embrace Ashwin tightly and not let go, having missed him so dearly in just one day.

Radha stood shocked and paralyzed when Ashwin helped Sonu out of the backseat, revealing bruises on his face, a small band-aid on his forehead, and his right arm heavily bandaged by doctors. For a moment, she remained in shock and motionless, then she approached Sonu to get a better look and asked Ashwin what had happened, to which he replied with the details of the incident.

Radha's longing and desire evaporated as she placed her trembling hands on Sonu's collar, shaking him with a mixture of anger and desperation. Her voice quivered, filled with a potent blend of rage towards Sonu and sorrow for their situation.

"What happens? Why are you... like this... always? Who are they to beat you? What have you done to him?" she demanded, her words tumbling out in a rush of emotion.

Sonu, his eyes blazing with contempt, disregarded her plea with zero respect. With one swift motion, he pushed her to the ground, his hand connecting with her shoulder forcefully. Ashwin, standing nearby, rushed to support Sonu as his right leg faltered, still weak from the earlier altercation.

As Radha fell, her body crumpling onto the cold, hard ground, Sonu towered over her. His face contorted into a mask of pure rage, eyes narrowing as he glared down at her prone form. The air around them crackled with tension, thick with unspoken threats and simmering resentment.

"You little swine," Sonu spat, his voice dripping with venom. "How dare you put your hands on me? Did you forget your place, bitch?" The last word came out as a guttural growl, emphasizing the depth of his disdain.

Sonu raised his right leg, intending to deliver a vicious kick to Radha's face. But as he shifted his weight, a sharp pain shot through his injured limb. "Aaahhh!" he mewled, grimacing as the pain forced him to abort the cruel action.

Frustrated by his physical limitation, Sonu's rage only intensified. He looked down at Radha again, his eyes glinting with malice. "Hey, my sister," he sneered, the familial term twisted into an insult, "just give me all this property. After your father's passing, you're just a freebie that comes with it, okay? Don't you dare rise against me." Radha, still on the ground, looked up at Sonu through a veil of tears. Her cheeks glistened with the tracks of her silent weeping, a testament to the emotional torment she endured. In that moment, her gaze shifted to Ashwin, conveying a world of unspoken pain. Her eyes seemed to say, "This is my life," a silent plea for understanding and help.

Ashwin, witnessing this cruel exchange, felt a surge of protective rage course through his veins. His fists clenched involuntarily, every fiber of his being screaming to intervene, to beat Sonu to a pulp for his cruelty. But even as his muscles tensed, ready for action, a voice of reason held him back. This is not the right time, he thought, forcing himself to remain still. Acting now could make things worse for Radha
.
The air hung heavy with unresolved tension. Sonu, propped up by Ashwin yet unaware of the other man's internal struggle, continued to loom over Radha. His presence was a dark cloud of malevolence, casting a shadow over the entire scene. Radha remained on the ground, a picture of vulnerability and silent suffering, her eyes still locked with Ashwin's in a wordless exchange of sorrow and compassion.

In this frozen tableau, the true nature of their relationships was laid bare. Sonu, drunk on his perceived power and superiority. Radha, trapped in a cycle of abuse and despair.

 Sonu turned his gaze towards Ashwin, a malicious smile spreading across his face. "Don't feel for this filthy whore," he spat, his words dripping with venom. "She deserves every bit of it."

Ashwin felt a knot forming in his stomach, but he forced himself to maintain a neutral expression. Sonu's hand landed heavily on Ashwin's shoulder, the gesture meant to be brotherly but feeling more like a threat. "Come on, brother," Sonu continued, his voice a mix of pain and bravado. "Help me get to the bed inside." He paused, then turned his attention back to Radha, who was still cowering on the ground. "Get out of my sight, bitch!" he roared, his face contorted with rage.
Ashwin, his head hung low, began to guide Sonu towards the house. As they walked past Radha, Ashwin couldn't bring himself to look at her. The shame and guilt weighed heavily on him, but he dared not show it. Radha remained on the ground, her body wracked with sobs, silently cursing her mother for the life she now found herself trapped in.

As they made their way to the house, Sonu couldn't resist boasting. "Those guys only escaped because you showed up," he declared, his voice thick with false bravado. "If you hadn't intervened, I would've killed them with my bare hands. You should've seen how they cowered under my angry stare!"
Ashwin turned his head to the side, ostensibly to navigate the stairs, but in reality to hide the smirk that threatened to break his composure. He knew the truth - if he hadn't arrived when he did, those men would have finished Sonu off like a stray dog. Sonu was lucky, though he'd never admit it.
"Hey, why are you looking away?" Sonu called out, noticing Ashwin's diverted attention. "Listen, brother - and I mean brother now, not just partner - we need to talk about how to handle these women."

As they entered the bedroom, Ashwin carefully helped Sonu onto the bed. Sonu, now lying down, continued his tirade. "Don't waste your sympathy on that bitch," he growled. "Women like her are nothing but flesh to be used. We have to treat them this way, or they'll start thinking they can stand up to us. You understand, right?"
Ashwin nodded mechanically, his jaw clenched tight to prevent any words of disagreement from escaping. "I'll go fetch the medicines the doctor prescribed," he managed to say, eager for a moment of respite from Sonu's toxic presence.
But Sonu wasn't finished. With a wave of his hand, he gestured for liquor. "Forget those useless pills," he scoffed. "Bring me some real medicine - the kind that burns going down."

"The doctor said no alcohol for a while," Ashwin replied, trying to keep his voice neutral.
Sonu's eyes narrowed. "Since when do we listen to doctors? They always say that crap. We do what we want, remember? Now go get me that bottle."
Ashwin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, if you insist," he said,

Ashwin left the room, his face contorted with bitter anger. Sonu's name escaped his lips in a venomous whisper as he rushed towards Radha. He found her still sitting on the ground, legs folded, face buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook violently, a clear sign of her uncontrollable sobs. Sensing Ashwin's presence behind her, Radha remained motionless, deliberately ignoring him. The sting of his perceived inaction in defending her honor cut deep. "Radha," Ashwin called out, his voice dripping with concern. When she didn't respond, he gently placed his palm on her shoulder. "Radha, please," he tried again, his tone a mixture of love and desperation.
With a sudden jerk, Radha shrugged his hand off, her anger palpable in the gesture. Undeterred, Ashwin sat behind her, enveloping her trembling form with his presence. He placed both hands on her shoulders, his touch firm yet tender. "Hey, come on, my love. Don't be like this," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. In one swift motion, he pulled her onto his lap, cradling her like a precious, wounded bird.

Radha's resistance crumbled. She buried her face in his chest, her right hand balled into a fist, pounding against him with each sob. "Why didn't you... Why didn't you..." she cried, her words muffled against his shirt. Ashwin held her tighter, his heart breaking with each of her sobs. "I understand, my love. I know how you feel," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But I couldn't do anything right then. It's not that I don't want to punish Sonu for what he did to you."
He took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Think about it, Radha. If I had hit Sonu right there, he could have created a scene. "He could have told everyone that I'm a stranger meddling in a marital affair. We can't afford to give him that leverage," he said. "He might even tarnish your reputation in the village by claiming we're having an affair," he added, his tone now teasing, implying the truth of it. Radha looked at him, her eyes searching for hope. "But I won't let that happen. I don't want you to be the subject of gossip in the tea shops or the fields. Please understand, Radha," he urged, his voice now suggestive and full of promise.

Radha's sobs quieted as she listened, her fist now clutching his shirt instead of hitting him. "But I promise you this," Ashwin continued, his voice low and intense. "I'm not going to let Sonu get away with this. What he did to you... he'll pay for it. Just not right now. We need to be smart about this."
For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of his words hanging between them. Then, slowly, Radha lifted her head from his chest. Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, met his. There was a flicker of understanding in them, mixed with lingering anger and hurt.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. Without another word, she disentangled herself from his embrace and stood up.  Ashwin watched as she walked away, her steps heavy with unresolved emotion. Her anger was evident in the stiff set of her shoulders and the purposeful stride of her legs. As his eyes involuntarily traced the sway of her hips, a familiar warmth stirred within him, mingling uncomfortably with his concern and the gravity of the situation. He remained seated, conflicting emotions warring within him – worry for Radha, anger at Sonu, and a deep, burning desire to make Sonu to pay for his deed.

As the day begins to fade and the sun slowly descends toward the horizon, Ashwin makes his way to his car. The warm glow of the evening light casts a serene ambiance around him. He opens the car door and retrieves the liquor bottle he had purchased earlier for his friend Sonu. With the bottle in hand, he heads toward the house, his mind filled with thoughts of the evening ahead.

Upon reaching the house, Ashwin notices Radha, who is quietly weeping. She stands just inside, peeking at her husband through the partly opened door. Her sorrow is palpable, and Ashwin can feel the weight of her emotions as he gazes at her back, standing silently in the doorway. He instinctively hides the bottle and glass behind him, sensing that Radha might turn around at any moment.

As if on cue, Radha turns to face him. Her eyes, glistening with tears, reflect her anger and disappointment toward her husband. In her emotional turmoil, she fails to notice the liquor bottle Ashwin is concealing. With a heavy heart and watery eyes, she brushes past him and heads toward the kitchen, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. After a moment of hesitation, Ashwin walks into Sonu's room. He places the liquor bottle carefully in front of Sonu, who is lounging comfortably. The sight of the bottle ignites a spark of desire in Sonu's eyes. He licks his lips with anticipation, clearly excited about the prospect of enjoying the drink.

Sonu: Wow, thank you, brother.

Ashwin: Hey, don't drink too much of it, okay? It's not good for your health, just like the doctor said. Never drink alcohol, okay?

Sonu: Oh, you care for me, thank you for that. He touched his chest with his palm and said, "You just touched me here, brother," his tone teasing and mocking Ashwin.

Ashwin: I just said what the doctor said. His tone is now tense.

Sonu: Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to upset you, okay?

Ashwin: "Ok, drink just three rounds," Ashwin agrees and then walks to the door to leave the room.

Sonu: "Sir, a little help with the bottle?" Ashwin turns to see Sonu struggling to open the bottle. Ashwin quickly walks over, takes the bottle from Sonu's hand, opens it, and pours the drink into the glass. His face shows irritation, but he assists Sonu. Then he asks, "Anything else, Sonu?" To which Sonu replies, "Side dish, sir." Without responding, Ashwin leaves the room to fetch a side dish for Sonu.

Ashwin entered the kitchen to fetch something for Sonu and found Radha washing the pots. Then, he was greeted by the heavenly aroma of fish, prompting a delighted expression as he inhaled deeply. He approached the stove, locating the source of the scent, and transferred the fish onto another plate. Radha, hearing the clatter of plates, turned to see Ashwin's actions.

Radha: "What are you doing?" she inquired from her position.

Ashwin: "Well, Sonu needs something to accompany his drink as a side dish."

This infuriated Radha; she swiftly approached Ashwin and snatched the plate of fish from his hands.

Radha: "If that stray dog wants something to aid his filthy drinking, give him some trash. Why are you taking this? This is a special fish I prepared for you. I can't stand the thought of him having it," she declared angrily.

Ashwin: "What did you say?" he asked softly, gazing at her lovingly.

Radha: "What?" she responded, her tone laced with confusion.

Ashwin: "Did you make this for me, my love?" he asked tenderly. Radha looked down, her shyness evident, as she had intended to surprise Ashwin with the fish she cooked, but Sonu's arrival had led to an unexpected turn of events.

Ashwin: "my love"

Ashwin gently approached Radha, taking the plate from her hand and setting it aside on the stove. The soft clatter of the plate against the metal surface echoed in the quiet kitchen, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the palpable tension in the air. He tenderly grasped her palm, drawing her closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. Despite her shyness, she kept her gaze lowered, her cheeks flushed with a delicate hue that only deepened the allure of the moment.

Ashwin lifted her chin with his finger, his touch feather-light yet firm, encouraging her to meet his eyes. When their gazes finally locked, the world around them faded into a blur. His eyes were filled with a potent mix of love, desire, and longing, emotions that seemed to swirl and dance between them like a gentle breeze. In response, Radha smiled affectionately, a soft, hesitant smile that lit up her face and made Ashwin's heart race.

His hand glided from her palm to her wrist, then to her waist, where he felt her warmth seep into him, igniting a fire that had long been smoldering. Gradually, his hand moved to her back, fingers splayed against the fabric of her blouse, and Radha responded with a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the quickening beat of his heart. They shared a moment of silent connection, gazing into each other's eyes, each lost in the depths of the other's soul.

The air was thick with unspoken words, and Ashwin felt an overwhelming urge to pull her closer, to envelop her in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, his hand traveling from her hip to her upper back and neck, moving slowly and delicately to savor her warmth. The sensation of her body against his was intoxicating, and he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers, the space between them shri
nking to nothing.

But just as he felt the moment reaching its peak, she unexpectedly pushed him away, her hands pressing against his chest with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. The sudden shift in energy was jarring, and Ashwin's heart sank as he looked into her eyes, searching for understanding. Radha's expression was a blend of confusion and vulnerability, as if she were grappling with the intensity of their connection and the fear of what it might mean.

"Wait," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper, as she stepped back. "I'm angry with you, Ashu, not now," she said, looking him in the eye, her face a tumult of confusion, desire, and anger. "What? Why... my love?" Ashwin asked, his words stumbling. Radha raised her right hand, palm out in a stopping gesture, and said, "You know why, Ashu." Ashwin opened his mouth to speak, but Sonu's voice interrupted, "Ashwin sir, what took you so long?" Ashwin turned his face towards the wall behind which Sonu sat in his bed, waiting for Ashwin's arrival. Ashwin's face showed his irritation at Sonu as he turned back to see Radha, who wore an angry expression and said, "So, you're here to take a side dish for him, right? Take it and leave. Don't talk to me." With that, she turned to the washbasin, her anger evident as she threw the plates in, creating a clattering sound. Her whole body shook with fury. Ashwin watched all this with longing in his eyes for a moment, then he took another plate, added some tangy pickles from the kitchen, and left for Sonu.

After finishing her work, Radha left the kitchen for the backyard to refresh herself. On her way, she passed by Sonu's bedroom and glanced inside. There, she saw Ashwin and Sonu chatting while Ashwin poured liquor for Sonu. Radha's anger towards Ashwin grew; she muttered curses at him from the backyard. "Why is he giving the dog liquor? What are you doing, Ashwin? Sonu is a dog," she thought to herself while standing in the backyard.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit room, Sonu, upon noticing Ashwin entering with a plate brimming with an assortment of pickles, couldn't help but think to himself, "What is this, sir? Is this all she could manage to prepare?" His frustration bubbled over, and he began to scold Radha in hushed tones, his irritation palpable. The thought of confronting her for her lack of effort gnawed at him, and he attempted to rise from the bed, intent on going to confront her physically for not fulfilling her duties as a wife. However, Ashwin, sensing the brewing storm, gently urged him to remain seated, reminding him that it would not be wise to act on his anger at that moment. As he poured a generous amount of liquor into a glass for Sonu, he hoped to diffuse the tension in the air.

As Sonu's gaze fell upon the glass filled with liquor, the anger that had initially consumed him began to dissipate. He abandoned the idea of confronting Radha and instead shifted his focus to drinking and engaging in light-hearted conversation with Ashwin. Through their casual banter, Ashwin gleaned that Sonu had been mistreating Radha from the very beginning of their marriage. It became evident that Sonu harbored a negative opinion of her, viewing her as inadequate and unworthy. His anger towards Radha intensified, particularly because she had allowed Ashwin to enter into a partnership deal without first consulting him, which he perceived as a betrayal. However, the respect and camaraderie that Ashwin extended towards him, coupled with the soothing effects of the liquor, began to ease Sonu's agitation.

As the conversation flowed, Ashwin's understanding of the dynamics between Sonu and Radha deepened. He realized that Sonu's behavior was rooted in insecurity and a desire for control. With this newfound insight, Ashwin began to formulate a plan in his mind, one that would allow him to manipulate the situation to his advantage. As Sonu neared the bottom of his glass, Ashwin seized the opportunity to suggest that he should have a small meal and take the medicine that had been prescribed by the doctor. He pointed out that Sonu had been neglecting the doctor's advice, saying, "Sonu, you may choose to drink against his recommendations, but at the very least, you should take your medicine." This statement struck a chord with Sonu, who, in his inebriated state, felt a flicker of appreciation for Ashwin's concern.

In a tipsy voice, Sonu responded, "How sweet of you, sir. You actually care for me, while the woman I gave my life to by marrying her doesn't seem to care at all." His words were laced with bitterness, revealing the depth of his resentment towards Radha. In a moment of misguided affection, Sonu attempted to embrace Ashwin, but Ashwin deftly sidestepped the gesture, maintaining a professional distance. Instead, he handed Sonu a plate of food along with the prescribed medicines, ensuring that he would consume them despite his intoxicated state. In his haze, Sonu failed to notice that Ashwin had slipped him five pills instead of the four that the doctor had instructed him to take.

After swallowing the pills, Sonu reclined back onto the bed, seeking rest and respite from the day's events. Ashwin observed him with a knowing smile, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he contemplated the unfolding situation. He thought to himself, "Sonu, tonight your wife is going to deliver a punishment that you will not soon forget, all under my command." A creepy smirk crept across Ashwin's face as he quietly exited the room.

Ashwin steps out to check his car, realizing he left his gear inside. After retrieving it, he heads back to his room, pausing to admire Radha in the backyard. Captivated for a moment, he then grabs a towel and heads outside to freshen up. As he approaches, Radha enters the house, ignoring him. Ashwin reaches out, holding her wrist as she passes by. Her face, marked with anger, commands him to let go. "Leave me, Ashu," she says. The sight of Radha's reddening face, more beautiful in her fury, stirs something within him. He releases her, requesting dinner arrangements with a term of endearment before departing to refresh himself.

After refreshing himself and changing into his nightshirt, Ashwin comes to the dining area off the hall where Radha has made the arrangements. The aroma of the cooked fish is so inviting. Ashwin, taking his seat, exclaims, "Wow, what a delightful smell!" His tone teases Radha, who now sits opposite him, looking at him with anger in her eyes, yet she doesn't refrain from serving him the meal. Ashwin, after mixing the cooked rice with the fish masala, takes a handful and smells the food before taking a bite. "Wow, this is the tastiest fish masala I've ever had in my life!" he declares. For the second bite, he reaches his hand towards Radha's mouth, but she stops him, placing her hand over his, and says firmly, "No, you eat first," her tone still angry.

Ashwin inquired why she was angry with him, to which she replied, "Not now, Ashu." Ashwin, shaking the rice off his finger, declared, "If you don't eat with me, I won't eat at all." He attempted to stand, but Radha placed her right hand on his knees to halt him, pleading, "Please, Ashu, I made this for you; don't waste it." Her tone was a blend of care and anger. Ashwin responded firmly, "I will only eat if you eat with me."


With hesitation, she agreed, and they proceeded to have their dinner together. Ashwin took one bite and Radha took the other. After finishing the meal, Ashwin went to wash his hands, but Radha did not follow suit. When Ashwin returned to the hall, he found the place clean. Radha had taken all the plates and pots to the kitchen. Upon hearing the cluttering of plates, Ashwin entered the kitchen and found Radha there. He hugged her tightly as his hard member was poking her flesh ass.

Ashwin: My dear, I apologize, but you are aware that I cannot behave in the manner you desire. His tone was gentle and soothing.

Radha: Please leave me be, Ashu. I am currently upset with you.

Ashwin: Radha, I have missed you immensely in just this one day. With that, his hands began to wander across her abdomen, feeling her warmth. Radha gasped as she sensed his arousal and the warmth of his breath against her ear. Suddenly, an idea struck her; she understood what Ashwin desired. If she intended to teach him a lesson, she would need to withhold what he sought.

Radha: Ashwin, I am quite upset with you, but the moment you apologize and embrace me like this, I find it difficult to maintain my anger. She smoothly turned to face Ashwin, their eyes locking. Ashwin leaned in to kiss her, but she halted him by placing her palm over his mouth. Without breaking their gaze, she said, "Ashu, I have prepared something special for you with this unique fish masala."

Ashwin: What is it, my love? His eyes widened with curiosity.

Radha: I cannot reveal it just yet, but I can show you if you go to our bedroom and wait there for a moment. Each word she spoke was filled with assurance, and Ashwin found himself captivated by her. He proceeded to his room to await her arrival.

After five minutes, Radha entered the room. Ashwin was seated on the bed, his eyes fixed on the door, filled with joy at her presence. However, she had not changed her attire as he had anticipated. He shifted his legs to stand, but Radha gently stopped him with her soothing words. "Ashu, no, you must remain seated and watch me, alright?"

Ashwin: But my love, I am eager for my special evening.

Radha: You are about to witness something extraordinary, Ashu. With that, she gracefully removed her saree from her chest. Ashwin was taken aback by her appearance; for a man, the sight of a woman partially uncovered is often more enticing than complete nudity. As she covered certain areas, her exposed skin became increasingly alluring. She moved her chest, capturing Ashwin's gaze, and began to caress her breasts with her palms. Slowly and smoothly, she glided her hands from her chest down to her belly and then to her backside. Ashwin felt a surge of desire as her movements intensified his arousal. 

She continued this captivating display at the doorstep for a while, enticing him further. As she tossed her saree aside, she turned to present her backside, playfully wiggling it in a manner that he found irresistible. This seductive performance continued, leaving Ashwin spellbound by her unexpected allure. His arousal became almost painful, and then, without warning, she picked up her saree from the floor, which Ashwin had not noticed as she danced. 

She then asked, "Ashu, do you want this?" as she dbangd the saree over her shoulder. With deliberate slowness, she lifted her petticoat, revealing her white, enticing calves, moving up to her knees. Ashwin swallowed hard, captivated by her every motion. She paused, allowing him to admire her bare thigh. In a state of heightened desire, Ashwin remarked, "Radha, you have such enticing thighs. Come to me." 

She responded, "Do you want me, my love?" He affirmed, "Yes." She continued, "Do you wish to kiss these thighs?" He replied, "Yes." She teased, "Do you want to take me to bed?" To which he eagerly responded, "Yes." With each question, Ashwin's desire escalated. "Ashu, do you want to make love to me desperately?" he answered affirmatively, "Yes, yes, yes. Come to me." 

She playfully challenged him, asking if he truly wanted her, assuring him he would not leave until dawn. He insisted, "Yes, yes, yes, baby, come to me now." Standing firm, he was ready to act, but she suddenly closed the door, leaving him in suspense.

Radha hurried to her bedroom, where Sonus was sleeping, blissfully unaware of the unfolding situation. Ashwin room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls, but Radha was nowhere to be seen. All that met Ashwin's gaze was a closed door, its surface smooth and unyielding. A smile crept across Ashwin's face as he assumed it was a playful act by Radha, a little game they often played to keep the spark alive in their relationship. 

With a burst of energy, he dashed after her, his heart racing with excitement. He reached the door just in time to see Radha's hand poised to lock it. Acting swiftly, he placed his palm against the door, preventing it from closing completely. 

"My love, come to me. Don't tease me now; I need you desperately," he implored, his voice a mix of urgency and affection.

Radha's laughter echoed softly in the hallway, a sound that sent a thrill through him. "No, Ashu, you must endure this alone, just as I have," she replied playfully, her tone light but her eyes sparkling with mischief. Despite her words, she was unable to shut the door as Ashwin held it open, their playful banter creating an electric tension in the air.

"Let me close the door," she insisted, her voice taking on a mock-seriousness that only made Ashwin grin wider.

"Alright, baby," he responded, his playful demeanor shifting as he gently pushed her back against the door, feeling the warmth of her body against his. The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation. Before either could fully comprehend the situation, they found themselves tumbling to the floor in a flurry of laughter and surprise. 

Radha lay on her back, her hair splayed out like a dark halo around her head, while Ashwin found himself positioned above her, their faces mere inches apart. The door stood ajar, just a foot away, a silent witness to their playful struggle, while Sonus remained peacefully sleeping in his bed, oblivious to the chaos unfolding just outside his dreams.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to freeze. Ashwin's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at Radha, her eyes wide with surprise, then narrowing into a playful glare. "You really think you can just pin me down like this?" she teased, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

"Maybe I can.

[damien123456]

update 37 

Ashwin trailed Radha to her room, placing his hands against the door just before she could close it entirely.

Ashwin: "My love, why are you doing this?" His voice conveyed both curiosity and longing.

Radha: "No, Ashwin, not tonight. I am upset with you; please leave me alone." She attempted to shut the door, struggling against his presence, which Ashwin found amusing as he observed her expressions.

Ashwin: "Please, Radha, I apologize, but I desire you. You know that. Come to me," he implored gently, preventing the door from closing completely. Although he could easily force his way inside, he relished the challenge of Radha's resistance.

Radha: "No, tonight you must sleep alone. If you want it so badly, you can take care of yourself," she replied, her tone laced with anger.

Ashwin: "Why should I do that when I have you, a woman whose beauty rivals the moon?" He smirked at her.

Radha: "No," she insisted, remaining resolute.

In that moment, Ashwin made a decision. He understood what he needed to do, so he allowed the door to close. Radha sensed his diminishing pressure against the door, and as it moved closer to shutting, she relaxed her grip slightly. In a sudden twist of events, Ashwin forcefully pushed the door open, causing Radha to stumble back a few feet. In an instant, he entered the room, enveloping her in a tight embrace and showering her face and neck with kisses.

Radha turned her head from side to side in an attempt to evade Ashwin's kisses. However, he continued to kiss the areas she had indicated, including her cheeks, neck, and jawline. Radha could feel Ashwin's hard on pressing against her abdomen, and she recognized his desire, yet she remained resolute in her refusal. As she continued to turn her face away, she pleaded, "No, Ashu, please let me go." Her palms struck against his upper back, but he remained unyielding, his embrace firm and his hands securely wrapped around her back. Suddenly, he shifted his right hand down to her ass, squeezing over her saree. Radha understood that he would not relent until she acquiesced, but she resolved to resist for a while longer.


Ashwin: Radha, please, I need you. His voice is low and forceful.

Radha: No, you can't have me tonight. Her voice is taunting. She knew he was going to bang her soon, but she didn't want to yield herself easy.

Ashwin has now moved into his place. Radha had to do a back walk while he pushes ahead. While doing so, she stumbles on her own saree and is ready to collapse. Ashwin sensed her unsteadiness and moved with greater force, causing both of them to fall on the floor. Ashwin was so concerned about Radha's fall that he made sure she fell softly on the floor and settled himself on top of her, and they fell only one foot away from Sonus' bed.

Ashwin now gazes at her with an intense desire, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and urgency. He reaches out with one hand, his fingers brushing against her neck, and with a swift motion, he removes the saree that she had elegantly dbangd over her neck and shoulder after the captivating dance performance she had just given him at the doorstep of his room. The saree, a symbol of her grace, is carelessly tossed aside, landing beneath the bed in a heap. Radha looks at Ashwin, her eyes reflecting a hint of uneasiness, a flicker of uncertainty about the situation unfolding before her. However, Ashwin, driven by his overwhelming desire, is not inclined to waste any more time. Without hesitation, he leans in and kisses her passionately, his lips pressing against hers with such fervor that it feels as if he is trying to consume her very essence. Initially, Radha is taken aback by the intensity of the kiss, and she instinctively resists for a brief moment, but her resistance does not last long. As they continue to kiss, Ashwin's hands explore her body, and he firmly cups one of her breasts over her blouse, eliciting a mix of sensations within her. Radha's one hand finds its way to his back, while the other instinctively tries to gently push him away from kneading her breast too roughly.

their kiss is now so intense, a fervent expression of their unrestrained passion, and the quietness of the room is disturbed by the sloppy, wet noises of their kisses, echoing off the walls like a symphony of desire. Ashwin is now pushing his tongue into her mouth, exploring it with eagerness and fervor, as if he is discovering a hidden treasure. Radha, who granted him this liberty, is now fully immersed in the kiss, enjoying every moment as she suckles on her lover's tongue, matching his fervor with her own. The kiss continues for more than 10 minutes, a blissful eternity where time seems to stand still. Ashwin sucks her tongue, lavishing attention on her lower lips and upper lips; she too reciprocates with equal enthusiasm, savoring the taste of him. He breaks the kiss only after both of them need some air, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere
.
Now breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling in sync, they look at each other with a mix of longing and satisfaction. Their intense, lusty gaze at each other is suddenly disturbed by the unexpected sound of Sonu moving in his bed, making some noise in the room that jolts Radha back to reality. That sound dawns something significant to Radha: her husband is sleeping in the room, and she is just a mere foot away from his bed on the floor, making out with her lover Ashwin. She freezes for a moment, her heart racing as the weight of the situation crashes down on her. However, Ashwin, lost in the throes of passion, doesn't seem to mind about Sonu. He moves his face again to kiss the housewife, but she instinctively puts her palm over her mouth, stopping him from kissing her further. She shakes her head side to side, desperately trying to avoid Ashwin's gaze, a silent plea for him to understand the precariousness of their situation. He does not care, so he moves down on her, undeterred by her hesitation. He kisses her chin, neck, and the sensitive area between her neck and her breast, igniting a fire within her.

When he is about to kiss her cleavage, she gasps and says, "Ashwin... aahh... mmm... not... here please..." Her words are stifled by her heavy breathing and come in long, drawn-out gaps, filled with both desire and urgency. To this, Ashwin replies without stopping the kiss, his voice low and filled with a possessive hunger, "Radha, you're mine." His tone is so dominant and assertive now, sending shivers down her spine.

Radha, feeling the weight of his words, puts both hands on the back of his neck and lifts his head a bit to look into his eyes. She makes a desperate plea to him, her voice trembling slightly, "Ashu, no, not here. If you want me really bad, take me out of this room and do whatever you want with me, but not here." Ashwin looks at her, his heart racing at the sight of her vulnerability and the way she makes her plea, but he is not going to heed it now. The lust for this beautiful housewife, intensified by her seductive dance show, makes him harder, and he feels an overwhelming urge to claim her. So without speaking to her, he kisses her lips sloppily, pouring all his desire into the kiss, and then moves down to her chest. He licks her cleavage, his tongue teasing her skin, igniting a fire within her that she struggles to contain.

Radha realizes her lover is not going to stop now, and she just puts her own head down on the floor, looking up by bending her head upward, checking the bed where her abusive husband is sleeping. All she could see is the side of the bed, and her husband's frame is nowhere near it. The only thing she could spot is the fingers of her husband, Sonu, near the end of the bed, a stark reminder of the reality she is trying to escape.

Ashwin is now moving his mouth freely over Radha's cleavage, licking it with a fervor that makes her heart race. Radha puts her back hand over her mouth to stop herself from moaning soundly while he lavishes attention on her cleavage. Ashwin's gaze goes up to meet her eyes, but he sees Radha checking her husband and stifling her moan, which only serves to heighten his arousal. He does not have time to waste, so he moves both hands to her chest, unhooks her blouse with deft fingers, and opens it wide. He is so happy to see her breasts that are covered by the delicate fabric of her bra. With a swift motion, he moves the bra over her chest to near her neck and sucks her left breast as if he is a newborn baby seeking milk from his mother. Radha's eyes roll back in pleasurable sensation from his sucking, and she moves herself a bit, lost in the moment.

Now Ashwin is lying on his side on the floor, and Radha is also lying on her side, mirroring his position, but Ashwin keeps sucking her milky white breasts, his mouth working its magic. Then he moves his head to the right breast of the housewife, giving equal attention to both of her breasts, savoring every inch of her soft skin. He wants to engulf her breasts in his mouth completely, but her breasts, like ripened mangoes, give him competition with their size, and he finds himself lost in the sweetness of the moment.

Radha, caught in a whirlwind of emotions, feels the heat of Ashwin's mouth on her skin, and she knows she is teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The thrill of their secret rendezvous, the danger of being caught, and the sheer pleasure of their connection all blend together, creating a heady mix that leaves her breathless. She knows she should be cautious, that they are playing with fire, but the allure of Ashwin is too strong to resist. As he continues to worship her body with his mouth, she feels herself surrendering to the moment, allowing herself to be swept away by the tide of passion that envelops them both.

After enjoying her breasts to his heart's content, he moved his head down to her belly. His tongue traveled all the way down, stopping at her navel, where he circled the contours with his tongue, wetting it with his saliva. Meanwhile, his hands held her wrists in place, preventing her from stopping him. He then looked up at her, releasing her hands, moving up to her face and leaned in to kiss her sloppily again. Positioning himself between her legs, he moved as if he is fucking her. After a few thrusts, he placed his hands on her knees, folding her petticoat upward toward her abdomen without breaking the kiss. Once her petticoat was fully folded, it exposed her to the air, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties today. To Ashwin's delight, he inserted his middle finger inside her, eliciting a soft "aahh" from her mouth. He pulled his face away to watch her expression, which showed just how much she was enjoying it. After a moment, he withdrew his finger but didn't remove his top; instead, he pushed down his shorts to free his erection, sitting between her open legs.


Ashwin looks at her. She moves her head side to side again to show her unwillingness, but he rubbed his dick's mushroom head over her pussy petals that made her to hiss with the sound of "ssshhh." Her eyes closed for a moment. He rubbed her two to three times like that. Then, when he was about to enter her, Sonu again moved in his bed. This time he turned to the side of the bed where Radha and Ashwin lie on the floor. Ashwin sees Sonu's sleeping face as he sits on the floor. Sonu's movement made a sound again. This made Radha remember that her husband is in the room. She suddenly tries to sit up, but Ashwin stops her from doing that. She takes her hands to her hip and moves the folded petticoat downward to cover her pussy and thigh. She made a plea to Ashwin with her face and lips. She said, "No, not, now please." All these words come out of her mouth without sound as she moves her lips in saying this. Ashwin enjoyed her desperation, but before she could cover herself with one swift motion, he entered her, fully impaling her pussy with his ungodly dick. In one motion, her pussy is perfectly carved out for his dick. She takes it fully with a sound of thud. His dick hits her cervix without wasting any time. He lies on top of her. The moment he enters her, she moaned, "Nooooo."  little loud and takes her both palms to her face to cover them, as she felt a little embarrassed with the thought of what if Sonu wakes and finds her fucking Ashwin.


Ashwin now lies on top of Radha, his face now close to her face, which is covered by her hands. Ashwin enjoys all this, but he moves his hand to her palm and moves it away from her face and holds them down on the floor. Ashwin called my love and looked at me, but still her eyes closed, and she moved her face side to side again, saying, "No, Ashu, please take it out." She said it without opening her eyes. Ashwin enjoys her pleading, which made Ashwin's dick's more hard.


 Ashwin now takes his dick very slowly, inch by inch. His movement is very slowly, and as he does this, he can see in Radha's face some relief. Ashwin's dick is almost out of her vagina; only his cockhead tip is in touch with her. It is thought Ashwin is withdrawing his cock out, but the moment is short lived as Ashwin buried himself very hardly inside her again. He is very rough this time. This made Radha wince in pain "aaahhh" and opened her eyes with shock.


As Radha opened her eyes, Ashwin, who waited for it, said, "Look at me, my love." While we fuck, don't close your eyes, Radha gasped in response and said, "No, Ashu, please take me out. Fuck me all night, but not here. Sonu might wake up and find us. Please." She gasped again, but without answering in her, he just took his top off her top and said, "My love, look down," to which she looked down and saw that only two inches of Ashwin's dick in the base is out of her pussy.


After seeing her joined genitals, she looks up at Ashwin's face. He said, "My love, I missed you a lot in just one day, so please stop," but Radha said, "I understand, Ashu, but not here to this." Ashwin said, "If you talk like this and spoil my mood, then I would fuck you like this." Now he takes his dick out of her pussy very slowly in a gastropod speed and enters her again in the same manner. Ashwin enjoys the tight clasping of her cunt over his dick Radha moaned to this as she could feel every vein of his dick making contact with her pussy walls. If you help me, then I would fuck you like this. This time, Ashwin fucked her at a fast pace. This made Radha moan loudly mmmmmhhh......aaaaggghhhhh........, but he remembered where she was now, so she put her palm over her face and bit her fingers to suppress her moan. After a few fast thrusts, Ashwin looked at her and said, "What you want." His tone is demanding and assertive, showing his dominance over Radha.


Radha now looks at Ashwin's face. She knows very well about Ashwin's stamina. If he fucks her in a fast pace, he can fuck longer. If he fucks her in the slow in the shell pace, he would remain in her pussy for most of the night, and she did not want that, so she said her tone is somewhat begging, ok, Ashu, but you have to finish fast, ok. To this, Ashwin smiled and moved his face to her, locked her lips lovingly, and whispered in her ear. I try my best. His tone is mocking now, but the way he whisper sent the chill down Radha's spine.


Ashwin moves his face from Radhas and holds himself hovering over her as he wants to see her nervousness and desperation as he fucks her. With that, after adjusting himself the way he wants, he started to fuck her. His strokes are slow for a moment as he watches Radha's face, who now, with nervousness and fear of being caught with Ashwin looking down between her legs at the unified genitals of them, hey Radha. She looks up at him with her eyes reflecting her nervousness, but he made a gesture of kissing her with his lips. His speed is now increasing with each passing moment. His speed is going high.


Radha bites her finger to stifle her moans, but she did not think about the sound of their fucking can that wakes her husband up as Ashwin is fucking her, and his thigh slapping hers is now echoed in the room as Ashwin's speed is so high now he is fucking her in tribble times of his normal speed slap! slap! slap! Sound is now full of the room, and Radha is only concerned about her moaning that it might wake her husband, not the skin-slapping sound. Even though she wants to think, in that way, the dick inside her pussy became the constant distraction now, stopping her from thinking anything at the moment.


Ashwin enjoys all her struggles as she tried to stifle her moans, but he made it in his mind that he is not going to finish up until she moans loudly with that. His fucking speed is increasing. Radha feels Ashwin's dick is so hard today, but she did not know that to Ashwin  the very thought of fucking her in the presence of her husband in the room makes him so hard, and proving someone's wife that he is a better fuck than her husband made Ashwin's dick more hard and strong, and he is not going to stop soon.

But after sometimes Radha who wants Ashwin to climax soon inside her, feel something inside her pussy. From tight clasping of her vaginal muscles Ashwin understand she is going to cum soon, now, he closed the distance between them and lying completely on top of her he fucked her so fast Radha wants to control herself but Ashwin is touching all the sweet spots inside her cunt in a fast pace the sensation is too high and when he whispered her that what If Sonu wakes and see us like this this words made her to imagine like Sonu wakes up in his bed and looking at her fucking Ashwin sheer thrill and fear of caught the act with Ashwin  made her climax imminent. she is loosing it with a loud shriek "oooooohhhhhh" from her she climaxed forcing Ashwin to use shallow thrusts for a moment

Ashwin grinned, having succeeded in provoking a response from her in the room. He paused his thrusting, wanting her to descend from her euphoric state. After a briefinterlude, sheregained her composure, her breathing returning to a steady rhythm. Then he called out to her, "Radha," prompting her to turn her gaze towards him. "Radha, I haven't reached my climax yet." This revelation startled her, and the realization struck her that Ashwin was still enveloped within her, with his arousal firmly intact.

But before Radha could respond, he placed his left hand beneath her upper back and his right hand beneath her ass. With a single, quick motion, he lifted her off the floor, and his dick remained in her vagina. He then stood in the room with Radha's legs wrapped around his ass, and she put one hand around his neck, shivering and pleading with him to take her out of the room. Without responding, Ashwin began to bang her in the  standing position.


He was fucking her while holding her ass cheeks with his hands. She begged him to stop, but he didn't. He whispered in her ear that if Sonu wakes up, he should have a good look at our fucking. With that, he moved toward the bed, and Radha hit him with her one hand. No, Ashu, don't do this, but Ashwin moved near the bed, standing near Sonu's face. If Sonu slightly opened his eyes, the first thing he would see was the top angle view of his wife's vagina as Ashwin sawing in and out of it.



to be continued

[vinodam]

Super ?