Adultery Dr Anjali

[kuttoosan009]

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[Givemeextra]

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To much women for 1 man?

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Please make old man as main lead

[kuttoosan009]

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"Vijay, I don't think I can do this," Anjali whispered into the phone, her voice tight with anxiety. "You know how much I hate being alone in this big, empty flat."

Vijay's voice was a comforting murmur from the other end of the line. "It's only for a few days, Anju. You're a strong, capable woman. You're a doctor, for goodness' sake! You handle tougher situations than this every day at the hospital."

Anjali sighed, looking out at the twilight playing tag with the leaves of the solitary tree in the courtyard. The setting sun painted the sky with strokes of pink and gold, but the beauty did little to ease her fears. "I know, but it's different when you're not here. The sounds seem louder, and the shadows creepier."

Vijay chuckled gently. "I'll be home before you know it. In the meantime, keep busy. Maybe you can do some shopping?"

With a forced smile, Anjali nodded even though he couldn't see her. "Okay, I'll try. Love you, be safe." She hung up the phone and turned to face the quiet apartment. The silence felt heavier now, almost oppressive. She took a deep breath and decided to follow Vijay's advice. Work always kept her mind occupied.


The next day, she spent hours at the hospital, her thoughts drifting to the empty flat only briefly during lulls in her schedule. She focused on her young patients, their laughter and tears a balm to her lonely heart. That night, when she returned home, she found a bouquet of her favorite roses with a note from Vijay. "Missing you like crazy," it read. A warmth spread through her, and she felt a little less alone.

On the second evening of Vijay's trip, Anjali decided to take his suggestion and go shopping. She needed new scrubs anyway, and the local mall was just a short drive away. The lights and the bustle of the mall comforted her, the noise a welcome distraction from the silence of her flat. She picked out a few sets of scrubs, her mind wandering to the upcoming weekend she and Vijay had planned.

As she exited the store, her eyes fell on a book titled "The Art of Mindfulness" in the window of the bookstore next door. On a whim, she bought it. Perhaps it would help her cope with the solitude. Back at home, she sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through the pages, trying to find peace in the quietude. The book spoke of meditation and focusing on the present moment, something she had never tried before. With Vijay's soothing words echoing in her mind, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the scent of the new book fill her nose.


The first night of practicing mindfulness was difficult. Her thoughts raced, and she kept jumping at every creak and groan of the apartment. But gradually, the exercises began to work. She found herself relaxing, the fear of the shadows receding into the background. The flat no longer felt like a prison, but a sanctuary she could control.

One night, as she lay in bed, the phone rang, shattering the peace she had so painstakingly built. Her heart hammered in her chest as she picked it up. "Anju," Vijay's voice was tight, urgent. "I have to extend my trip by a week. Something's come up, and they need me here."

Anjali's stomach plummeted, but she forced a smile into her voice. "It's okay," she said, surprised at her own calmness. "I'll manage. I've got my mindfulness now, remember?"

Vijay's laugh was a mix of relief and admiration. "That's my strong girl. I'll video call you every night, I promise."

And with that promise, Anjali felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She had faced her fear and come out stronger. As she put the phone down, she realized that she was no longer just waiting for Vijay's return. She had started to live her life again, even in his absence. The apartment was still empty, but it wasn't as lonely anymore.
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Anjali and Vijay married before one year. After marriage they shifted to the new flat in a posh locality at Bhopal. The move was a significant change for Anjali, who had grown up in a bustling joint family in Bangalore. Her childhood was filled with the laughter of cousins and the comforting presence of grandparents, a stark contrast to the quietude of her new life in Bhopal. The flat, though luxurious, was vast and often echoed with emptiness when Vijay was away. She had been a daddy's girl, her father's shadow following him around the house, eager to learn the nuances of cooking and gardening. Her mother had been her confidante, her anchor, someone she could always count on to be there. When Vijay's job took them away from her family, she had felt a pang of loss so acute it had left her breathless. But Vijay had been her rock, his love and support a bridge between her old life and the new one they were building together.

Vijay's family, on the other hand, was scattered across the globe. His parents had moved to the europe when his brother had secured a high-paying job there. Despite the distance, they remained a tight-knit unit, their video calls filled with laughter and updates about their lives. Anjali had quickly grown to love them, but the physical distance was something she hadn't quite gotten used to. The knowledge that she was the only one of their children to settle in India made her feel both special and isolated.


As a paediatrician, Anjali had always found comfort in the company of children. Their innocence and resilience reminded her of the boundless love she had grown up with. The hospital was her second home, where she could lose herself in the cries of newborns and the giggles of toddlers, leaving no room for the loneliness to seep in. But at night, when she returned to the flat, the silence was a stark reminder of her solitude. She had hoped that marriage would fill the void, but Vijay's frequent tours had brought the ghosts of her past fears back to haunt her.

The flat they had chosen was a testament to their success. It was a symbol of their love and ambition, a place where they could grow old together. Each room held a promise of a future filled with laughter and love. The balconies, with their views of the city, were where they had envisioned themselves sipping tea and watching the world go by. Yet, when Vijay was away, the space felt cavernous and unwelcoming. Anjali found herself retreating to the small nook in their bedroom where she had set up a reading corner, surrounded by the comforting scent of Vijay's aftershave and the warmth of their shared memories. It was here that she had picked up the book on mindfulness, hoping to find a way to conquer her fear of the dark and the solitude that came with it.

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Come back to present, As a doctor Anjali was very conscious about her health and beauty. She had her limited healthy food and regular yoga and exercise to maintain her figure and glow. Those yoga and exercise make her body flexible and energetic. At the age of 28 she looks very beautiful and attractive than any film actress. She don't need any extra makeup. She is 5'5" height, her boobs are round and full, 34C size. Whenever she wears any tight dress, her boobs are like two melons trying to escape from the fabric. Her stomach is flat and toned, the result of countless sit-ups and planks, and her 36-inch round butt is a sight to behold, firm and inviting. Her fair skin glows with the vitality of good health and regular exfoliation. Her pink nipples stand proudly atop her breasts, a rosy hue that darkens with arousal. Between her legs, she keeps her pussy clean shaven, a soft pink that matches the tender skin of her inner thighs. Her silky black hair cascades down her back, reaching her waist, and frames her heart-shaped face perfectly.

Anjali had always been proud of her body, but in the privacy of their bedroom, she felt a thrill of exhibitionism, knowing that Vijay appreciated her every curve. She had caught him looking more than once, his eyes tracing the line of her neck down to her breasts, and she knew he found her desirable. The thought made her feel powerful, a goddess to be worshipped. She often fantasized about him returning home early to surprise her, catching her in various states of undress, his eyes darkening with lust as he took her in.



Vijay had a knack for choosing the most exquisite pieces of lingerie, each one more seductive than the last. After every trip, he would return with a new set, a token of his love and a silent promise of the passionate nights to come. Anjali would eagerly unwrap the delicate packages, her heart racing as she revealed the lace and silk that lay within. She would try them on, twirling in front of the mirror, watching as the material hugged her body in all the right places. The anticipation of Vijay's reaction was almost as thrilling as the moment when he would finally see her in them.

The bedroom became their stage, the soft lighting a spotlight on Anjali's beauty. She would pose for him, arching her back, letting the lingerie speak for itself. Vijay would snap photos on his phone, capturing her in moments of pure sensuality. They had a private album, a visual diary of their love and desire for each other. He would whisper sweet nothings into her ear, his hands tracing the lace patterns on her skin, making her shiver with pleasure. It was their secret, a ritual that brought them closer, even when the miles stretched between them like a tightly pulled rubber band, threatening to snap.


But it wasn't just about the lingerie. It was about the connection they shared, the intimacy of being seen and desired. The photos were a tangible reminder of their love, a way to bridge the gap of his absence. And when Vijay was home, the lingerie became a prelude to a symphony of touch and kisses, a promise of the passion that awaited them beneath the sheets. Anjali knew she had the power to make him want her, to make him crave her, and she reveled in it. The knowledge that she could evoke such raw desire in him was a heady aphrodisiac, and she used it to keep the flames of their marriage burning bright.

In bed, Vijay was a man of passion, if not endurance. His love-making was intense and focused, but it often ended too quickly for Anjali's liking. Despite his best efforts, his body would betray him, reaching climax in a matter of minutes. She knew he felt guilty, his eyes filled with regret as he rolled off her, sweat glistening on his forehead. But she never let it show. She understood his limitations and appreciated his eagerness to please her, even when he couldn't last as long as she wanted. And so, he learned to compensate with his hands and mouth, bringing her to the edge of pleasure with his skilled touch.


He took it upon himself to become an expert in the art of cunnilingus, reading articles and watching tutorials in his spare time. He studied the way she moved, the sounds she made, learning her body like a map, knowing just where to touch to make her tremble. His tongue danced around her clit, flicking and stroking until she was a writhing mess beneath him. He'd slide his fingers inside her, curling them to hit that magical spot, all the while keeping an eye on her face, gauging her reactions. And when she finally came, her back arching and her cries of pleasure filling the room, he felt a sense of pride, of accomplishment.

But Anjali knew that Vijay craved the same release she felt. And so, she took it upon herself to return the favour. With patience and understanding, she try to help him last longer, taught him techniques to control his urges. But he failed in that. HIs 5" cock will release the cum in 3 minutes of fucking. Anjali felt bad for him.

While he is on tour, she make him happy by showing her nakedness in video call. She knew that her husband was missing her a lot.

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In the flat they hire a maid when they shifted in to that flat. The maid name is Mini and 48 year old. She lives near by street of that apartment building. She prepare tasty food take care of the whole flat. She have and extra key. Mini came at early in the morning around 06:00am and left at 02:00pm after locking the flat. Anjali and Vivek trusted her. Now she is working with them as a maid around 9 months. They treated her as a family member. They give her a big amount as salary and she was happy with that.

Present:  After one week, When Anjali was come back from the hospital. She open the door with her key and enter in. She kept they car key, bag, mobile and her coat on the sofa and walked towards the bedroom. She heired the shower sound from the bathroom and she found the bag of Vijay on the side of the bed. She become happy, finally Vijay came back after the log trip. She suddenly removed all her dress and rush towards the bathroom. She opens the bathroom door. There was steam everywhere. Vijay was under the shower. She saw his bare body. His skin was fair, He don't do workout and his pot belly was the evidence of that. He was busy in washing his body. He didn't knew that Anjali was there. She was about to shout, but then she had an idea. She silently entered the bathroom and locked the door from inside. She went closer to Vijay and kissed his back. Vijay was shocked and turned towards her. He saw her naked body. He was surprised and happy. He grabbed her and kissed her passionately.


Their bodies melded together, the water cascading down their skin as they kissed. Anjali's hands roamed over Vijay's chest, feeling the firm chubby skin beneath her fingertips. His 5" cock, now fully erect, brushed against her stomach, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. She reached down and took it in her hand, stroking him gently. Vijay groaned, his eyes closing as he leaned into her touch. He spun her around, pressing her against the cool tiles of the shower. His hands slid down to her hips, guiding her closer to him. But the touch of her cold smooth hand on his cock cant hold anymore. He started to squirt in her hand with loud moan. He felt guilty but Anjali just smirked at him, knowing this was his limit. She took the soap and began to wash his body, her touch both tender and teasing.

Moving down, she lathered his chest, her fingers circling his nipples, watching them pebble under her touch. His breath hitched as she traced the line of his belly, her hand slipping lower to his thighs. Despite his recent release, his body was already responding to her again. Vijay opened his eyes to find Anjali's eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew his desperation, his need to satisfy her. It was a power dynamic they both enjoyed, the thrill of the chase as much a part of their love as the sweet moments of connection.


Vijay took the soap from her hand and began to wash her body, his hands lingering on her breasts, her stomach, her hips. He dropped to his knees, the water sluicing over them as he kissed his way down her body. His tongue danced around her clit, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. Anjali gripped the shower rail, her breath coming in short gasps as he worked his magic. She could feel the tension building within her, the anticipation of release like a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with need, and whispered, "I've missed you so much."

Her words fueled his passion, his tongue moving faster, more insistently. Anjali's legs began to tremble as the first waves of pleasure crashed over her. She threw her head back, crying out his name as her orgasm took her over. Vijay watched her, his heart swelling with love and desire. He stood up, pulling her into his arms, the water running down their bodies. "I've missed you too," he murmured into her ear. "Let's not wait anymore."

They stepped out of the shower, their bodies still slick with soap. Anjali led Vijay to the bedroom, her heart racing with excitement. She pushed him onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. With a wicked smile, she straddled him, her hand reaching for his cock. It was already spent, but eager for her touch. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. Vijay's eyes rolled back in his head, his body responding despite his earlier climax.


As Anjali worked her magic, she leaned in to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. She told him of her long days at the hospital, the quiet nights she'd spent alone in their bed, dreaming of his touch. Her words were a siren's song, and he was her devoted sailor. She felt him growing hard again, his cock swelling in her hand. She positioned herself above him, lowering herself onto his length. His eyes widened as she took him in, her walls tight around him.

They moved together, their rhythm syncing like two instruments in a passionate duet. Anjali's hips rolled and bucked, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Vijay's hands gripped her waist, guiding her, urging her faster. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin on skin, their mingled gasps and moans. Anjali threw her head back, her long hair brushing against Vijay's chest, as the intensity grew.

But he cant hold more, He ejaculated in a big moan in 3 minute. She felt bad for him, she knew he was trying his best. She looked down at his cock which was now limp and covered in cum. She leaned in to kiss him, tasting the saltiness of his sweat on his lips. "It's okay, baby," she murmured, her voice soothing. "We've got all night."


They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the sound of their breathing slowly returning to normal. Anjali felt a twinge of sadness, knowing that their passionate reunion was already over. But she pushed the thought aside. There was always tomorrow, and the days after that. For now, she was content to bask in the warmth of Vijay's love.

Later that night, They had dinner together and slept without sex. Next day she cancel all her appointment and take leave and informed to Mini that not to come. They decided to spend the whole day in bed. The whole day was filled with passion, love and laughter. Vijay's tongue explored every inch of her body, from the sensitive tips of her toes to the soft curve of her earlobes. He took his time, savouring each moan and gasp, his own arousal building with every passing moment. Anjali felt like a goddess being worshipped, her body responding to his every touch.

As the day progressed, their love play grew more intense. Vijay's hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing and teasing the sensitive peaks until she was begging for more. He took her in his mouth, sucking and licking until she was writhing beneath him. Anjali's hand slid down to his cock, stroking him gently, feeling him swell and pulse with each breath. She reached her orgasm with his tongue. But later the actual fuck was total failure. But she never complaint about that. Se was happy with the foreplay.


The following week was like that. They enjoyed that week by outing, shopping, movies, but the sex was below Avg. They planned no  children for 3 years. So she used pills and sometimes condom. After 10 days he is ready to go to another trip.


After one month, when Vijay was at home, one evening they decided to go for a movie. Both getting ready. She wear a blue Jeans and white T shirt. That tight dress reveals her curvy figure. They enjoyed the film and had dinner from a hotel and drive back to home. Anjali was driving. She loves to drive the car. She maintain the safe speed in her SUV. The time was around 1:30am. The most of the road was empty. But unfortunately the unexpected things happened. Anjali apply break and but the SUV hit the bike in front of her. Actually that was not her mistake. That person suddenly dragged his bike towards their SUV.

[amol1]

Awesome..!! Waiting for next update..!!

[Projectmp]

Amazing

[Chilipi]

Hi kuttosan bro. Good start.

Small request, can you post links for your stories in the signature instead of just names.

[Saikarthik]

Good start

[krantikumar]

Good update kuttoo sir... Don't neglect jaya story plz consider