Adultery ashwins adventure

[damien123456]

Story dead ?

no its not

[Astroboy11]

Hey dude. How's the story coming along?

[damien123456]

update continues:

                      The farmhouse is shrouded in darkness, with the clock ticking past 10 at night. Outside, the silence is broken only by the chirping of crickets and other nocturnal creatures. Inside, the house mirrors the quiet, except for the faint moaning of a woman coming from the bedroom on right side of the hall. The bedroom door is slightly ajar, revealing Radha, the woman of the house, clinging tightly to her business partner. Her arms are wrapped around him, and her legs encircle his hips as she holds onto him like a ragdoll.

Ashwin, her business partner, held her firmly with his hands, his palms supporting her thighs as he moved his hips back and forth. Radha's head hung slightly low, her cheek resting against Ashwin's chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

Sonu, the husband, is sleeping soundly in the room on his bed. He is lying on the side where Radha, his wife, and her partners are immersed in their carnal activity while standing. He continues snoring, completely unaware of what his wife is up to. All it would take is for him to open his eyes and witness the betrayal, but he remains fast asleep and does not wake up now or at any point until morning.

Radha: Ashu... please... no... She breathes heavily, her warm breath brushing against Ashwin's chest, while his warm breath touches the back of her head. She feels a heavy weight as her lover fucking her in the standing position, with her husband sleeping nearby.


The mere idea and act of engaging in sexual intercourse with the housewife in the presence of her husband causes Ashwin's arousal to intensify. He is not inclined to heed her words; his sole focus is on demonstrating to someone else's wife that he is a more skilled fucker than her husband. He is thrusting into her with great speed, his movements long and rapid, with each thrust withdrawing half of his cock from her vagina.

Radha: Ashu... no... Her voice shifted from the earlier moaning sound to something more intense. Ashwin felt something wetting his arm a few inches above his elbow. No... Ashu... please... This time, her crying reached Ashwin's ears without hesitation.

For a moment, Ashwin noticed the dampness on his arm and chest where Radha's head was resting. He slowed his movements but did not come to a complete stop.

Ashwin looked down at Radha, who was nestled comfortably against his chest, and asked softly, "Hello, Radha... what is it, my love?" His voice was gentle, but his attention was divided. As he began fuck her in  standing position, his gaze was drawn to Sonu, Radha's husband, who lay asleep nearby. A smirk crept across Ashwin's face as he took in the sight of Sonu in slumber. For Ashwin, there was a thrill in witnessing the contrast between himself and Sonu; each thrust he made with Radha filled him with a sense of dominance, as if he were asserting his superiority over her husband with every thrust.

As Ashwin gazes downward, he observes that Radha's spine is trembling slightly; however, it is not due to the orgasm but rather something else. With his deliberate movements, he calls out to her, "Hey... my... love... come on... what is happening? Look at me," he said, his voice imbued with curiosity and authority.


At this, Radha lifts her head from where it rested against his chest. She looks at him, her face devoid of the joy Ashwin feels. Instead, her expression is sad, her eyes almost bulging from their sockets, brimming with tears that spill freely. "No... Ashwin... please," she says, her voice breaking, each word separated by a pause, as though it takes all her strength to speak.

Observing her tear-streaked face, filled with sorrow rather than the sweat of exertion, and sadness instead of the pleasure typically associated with their fucking, Ashwin abruptly halted his thrusting. Without a moment's hesitation, he withdrew from her, letting her fall to her feet. However, she was unable to maintain her balance and gradually collapsed at his feet, weeping as she covered her face and bowed her head towards the floor near the bed. Meanwhile, Ashwin, with his unsatisfied cock fully erect, gazed at her in confusion, questioning why she was crying in the midst of what should have been an enjoyable experience. His expression revealed his inner turmoil.

"Hey, my love, what’s wrong?" he asks her as he stands, but all he gets in return is her weeping. Her shoulders tremble lightly with the intensity of her cries. Ashwin kneels down and sits opposite her. Gently but firmly, he lifts her face from her hands, looking into her tear-filled eyes. "What’s wrong, my love? Why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you?" he asks, his voice sweet and soothing, though his intentions are far from genuine.

Without answering him, she turned her head toward her husband and looked at him. Ashwin's gaze followed hers, and he understood that she did not like him fucking her  in her husband's presence. He quickly calculated his next steps to tackle the situation.

Before she could say anything, he softly said, "My love, I know what you're thinking and what's going through your mind. But please, don't let your temptations take over. Listen to me." His voice was humble and respectful, a stark contrast to the dominance he had shown just moments before.

He opened his mouth to say another word, but Radha stopped him by raising her palm, signaling him to stop. Instead of speaking, she stood up and left the room without a word, forgetting to collect her clothes—a detail she didn’t care about at the moment but would soon regret. Ashwin followed her, but before leaving the room, he glanced back at Sonu, his face momentarily filled with anger. In his mind, he thought, "Hey idiot, your wife is saying no to me now because you’re here. But this isn’t over. I’m going to have her again in this room, and next time, you won’t be asleep." Then, he left the room.

[Astroboy11]

Hmm, an unexpected twist. Thanks for continuing the story. You have always managed to convey the emotional state of Radha throughout the story. Do you have to make Ashwin sound so... deceitful? Looking forward to many more updates. Thanks.

[damien123456]

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[damien123456]

this update is not i wanted its disturb the way i imagined this story thats why i deleted the last update

[damien123456]

I need help, my friends. I'm working on the next update in my vision, and I want to include a GIF, but every one I've tried to upload doesn't show up in the sections. I know how to insert pictures or GIFs, but please help me find GIFs that don't crack or break in Xossipy.

[Astroboy11]

this update is not i wanted its disturb the way i imagined this story thats why i deleted the last update

Hi. Don’t be disheartened by other’s comments. We the readers are here because of your effort with writing this story. Take your time to refine it if you deem that appropriate.

[damien123456]

update 38:

                Ashwin shuts the door with a loud thud, the sound echoing his anger and disappointment. He searches for Radha outside the bedroom, looking around the hall, but she isn't there. His eyes scan the room until he spots her directly opposite the bedroom. She has her back to him, her face buried in her hands as she leans slightly against the wall. Even in her sorrow, Radha's figure captivates him. Her naked ass is exposed, trembling lightly as soft sobs escape her. Ashwin's gaze travels from the back of her head, where her long hair cascades down and covers most of her spine, to the curve of her hips. Her body shakes gently as she cries, and Ashwin feels his erection intensify at the sight before him.

Ashwin braced himself for what was to come from Radha, knowing now that he needed her more than what she is going to throw at him in anger. He resolved to set aside his own frustration and disappointment, as he wants to fuck her the whole night  tonight. He didn't rush toward her, instead moving slowly as his breathing grew heavier with each step, he is enjoying the sight in front of him naked Radha and her shaking beautiful pretty white ass as it wiggles with her shaking, his desire intensifying as he drew closer to her. 

Ashwin: "Hey Radha, what is it, my love?" His voice is calm but carries a hint of coldness. She doesn’t reply, her sobbing persists. Even as Ashwin speaks, his eyes remain fixed on her ass. Standing just a foot away, his warm breath threatens to reach her, but he consciously holds it back.

Ashwin placed his right palm on her shoulder and gently turned her towards him, his eyes searching her face. She kept her face covered, so he used his other hand to carefully move her hands away. Her once beautiful face now appeared pale and dull; her eyes were slightly swollen, and her cheeks were streaked with tears. With his right hand, he used his fingertips to softly wipe away the tears from her eyes and cheeks. "My love, what... why... are... you..." he stammered, (he is just acting here) his voice trembling as he tried to maintain his composure to comfort her.

Radha: Ashu... do you really love me? Her voice is unsteady, filled with confusion and pleading, as she looks into his eyes.

Ashwin: What made you think that, my love? Tell me. His voice is calm and subtle as he holds her face in his palm, never breaking eye contact.

Radha: The way you act doesn’t feel like love, Ashwin. It seems like it’s only lust. Am I just an escape to you?

Ashwin: Hey, don’t say that, Radha. You know I like you.

Radha: You can take me whenever and wherever you want, Ashwin, but why there? She hesitates and said with him right beside and you lift me and closed the distance between us and him.

Ashwin: Oh, come on, Radha. Is that what’s bothering you? I didn’t plan it that way, my love. I missed you so much in just one night, and after your dance, I lost control. If it hurt your heart, I’m sorry. His gaze remains fixed on her, searching for what’s going on inside her.

Radha: No, Ashwin. You were only thinking about yourself and what you wanted. You care only about your pleasure. This time, she can’t hold his gaze, her eyes shifting to the side as she continues. You didn’t care about me or my feelings. How would I feel when I see his face next to us, snoring? You didn’t lift me because you care about me.

Ashwin: So I don’t care about you, right? Then why did I stop and speak with you now? We’re in the hall, not in the room. Your husband isn’t here. If what you’re saying is true, I wouldn’t be talking to you now. I’d just bang you here like an mad dog. But I’m not doing that, am I?


Radha: Tell me, Ashwin, am I just a thrill for you, someone’s wife, and our relationship isn’t going to last long? Is all you want just to make me spread my legs?

Ashwin: Hey. This time, Ashwin’s palm descended to her throat, holding her a little tight. “Look at me, Radha. Don’t think of me like that, okay? If that’s how it is, then I wouldn’t be here talking to you. I’d either wait for you to calm down or leave while you cry. Do I do that? No.” His grip loosened, and Radha gasped as she breathed freely again. “I love you, Radha. That’s why I’m here. You don’t deserve this—a drunkard husband and working like a horse on your farm. You haven’t cared about yourself, your wants, or your needs. All I want is to remind you of who you really are.”

Radha: What do I deserve, my love? This time her emotions began to fade, and curiosity crept into her voice.

Ashwin: “You’re the most gorgeous woman who deserves more than what you’ve settled for. You need to be cared for, to be  loved, to be seen, to be touched like only you matters, treated with respect—and treated without respect only in the bedroom.” He winked at her with these words, and she blushed. A very positive sign for Ashwin now.

Ashwin: "You're not my secret, Radha, not a book I open in the dark and hide in the morning. You're not someone I forget with the sunrise." He gazed into her eyes as his hand descended gently to her hip, his touch gliding down her body with every word. Radha was completely absorbed in him, his words weaving their magic around her.

Ashwin: "You're my love, my life. I may not have all the words for our future, but one thing is certain—you are mine, and I am yours, now and forever."

Radha: "You say all this now... when everything feels hot and wild. But what about tomorrow? When the heat cools and reality sets in?"

Ashwin: "Even when the fire fades, your name will still burn on my lips. Even if I walk through a hundred mornings, your face will haunt each one of them." With that, he closed the distance between them, his face inches from hers, his gaze flickering between her eyes and lips. But he didn't kiss her. Instead, he rested his lips near her forehead and whispered, "I didn't touch you out of lust. I touched you because I lost a part of myself the moment I saw you."

Radha's hands, which had been pressed against the wall, moved to Ashwin's shoulders. Her palms rested there, her eyes now brimming with love and longing. Ashwin understood her emotions but didn't make a move, waiting for her to take the first step.

Without saying a word, she embraced him tightly, as if he were the only man in the world, her sole savior. Her grip was filled with both love and desire, and she was now infatuated with Ashwin. She spoke while her face rested against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Ashwin's erection is  pressed against her abdomen, situated between her belly button and waist. "Ashwin, please do something to me now; I need you, please, right now." A smile crept onto Ashwin's face as he gazed at her pretty white ass as he can easily see it with support of his height, fully aware of what he needed to do next.

He pressed her firmly against the wall, fully pinning her backside, upper back, and head against it. As she gazes at him, he places his right palm on her cheek, his finger hovering near her ear while the other four fingers glide down to the back of her head. He tenderly rubs his thumb against her skin and leans in to kiss her deeply. His kiss is slow and sensual; he envelops her lips completely, then gently sucks on her lower lip before moving to her upper lip. She wraps her arms around him tightly as he kisses her, her hands exploring Ashwin's upper back and hips. Ashwin delights in her reaction to him. Gradually, he slips his tongue into her mouth, and she eagerly responds by offering her tongue in return. He skillfully maneuvers his tongue around hers, exploring every corner, from side to side and down to the area between her tongue and jaw. The kiss becomes increasingly passionate, with saliva trickling down both of their chins. He pulls back his tongue, and she instinctively lets hers out, placing it inside his mouth. She tries to reciprocate, but he playfully prevents her, sucking her tongue like honeycomb and savoring her sweetness. She is completely captivated by the way he kisses and indulges in her tongue.



The kiss is currently both sloppy and passionate. Neither Radha nor Ashwin is willing to relent; they are even struggling to breathe. They have no intention of halting this kiss. Ashwin's right hand descends in a very deliberate and slow manner, exploring her body all the way down until it reaches its destination: her breast. He holds her breast entirely in his palm, fully enveloping it, with her nipple nestled between his middle and ring fingers. He does not rush; instead, he moves his palm up and down, ensuring that her nipple remains under his control. His movements are slow yet sensual. Meanwhile, his other hand travels to her ass, where he holds and kneads it roughly. This all feels incredibly pleasurable for Radha; her rear is kneaded vigorously while her breast is caressed in a sensual manner, and the way he kisses her is intoxicating.

Ultimately, their lungs compelled them to pause as they required air. The kiss was interrupted, yet the fire between them remained. Ashwin then spread his legs to lower his height to match hers, both of them breathing heavily in silence, contemplating their next actions. Ashwin executed the split gradually, his rock hard dick descending slowly towards its desired destination with each movement his cock head is rubbing down on her belly to waist and to lower the waist where its destination too wait for it. Radha did not avert her gaze from him, as he too was captivated. Ashwin's feet halted as his cockhead reached its intended place, her pussy, and he began to move it gently up and down on the soft pussy petals. The initial contact of his cockhead against her delicate flower elicited a hiss from her lips, prompting Ashwin to smile at her. Now, both of his hands rested on either side of her waist, and he began to rub, each teasing motion driving Radha into a frenzy of desire. She yearned to feel him inside her with an overwhelming urgency.

Radha was not in the mood for any teasing at this moment, as she was fully wet and lubed for the all night fucking. All she desired was to have him fuck her and engage in uninterrupted sex with him. However, Ashwin seemed more intent on teasing her, aiming to heighten her excitement before they start to fuck. In response, Radha lowered both of her hands from his shoulder to grasp his shaft, feeling the contours of his veins and the thickness of his girth. She then positioned the tip of his penis at her entrance, gripping his hips and pulling him towards her to facilitate his entry. Throughout this exchange, they maintained eye contact, gazing into each other's faces.

Ashwin required no further encouragement; he began to engage with her in a standing position. He sensed that she  is so tight but the wetness and lubing it gives made him to go in and out of her as he wish. He attempted to a rhythm but struggled, ultimately thrusting into her with great force, each thrust reaching her womb. She was moaning, and this time, she did not attempt to suppress her sounds; instead, she fully embraced the experience with him, thinking of nothing else but their connection. Ashwin then placed his palm over hers, twisting it and positioning it on either side of her head against the wall, pressing her hands firmly against the surface.

The night is far from over. The hall has become their playground, where they can fuck in any position they desire, and nothing will hinder them now.

Soon, Ashwin releases her palms and grips her by her hips, continuing his thrusts into her. She moans, and he responds with grunts. Radha is approaching her climax now; Ashwin perceives this from the way her vaginal muscles tighten around his length. However, he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.




Radha: oooohhhh...........aaaaahhhhhhh...........ssssssssssssshhhhh............with a loud cry, Radha experienced yet another orgasm of the night, her fluids flowing from her vagina, trailing along Ashwin's length, and falling as droplets onto the floor from his balls.


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In the hostel room, the girls were packing their belongings, ready to leave as their college life had come to an end. Meanwhile, Pooja was slowly packing her things, her mind elsewhere, consumed by confusion. Her thoughts kept replaying the kiss she had given to Ashwin, like an Instagram reel looping endlessly in her head.

Sameera: "Hey, Pooja, what are you doing?" she asked, but her question failed to snap Pooja out of her trance. Frustrated, she threw an empty water bottle at her.

Pooja: "Hey, what? Why are you hitting me?" she asked, irritation evident in her voice.

Sameera: "Where’s your mind, Pooja? What’s that in your hand?" Pooja looked down and realized she was folding a frock.

Pooja: "I’m just folding my dress." 

Sameera: "That’s my frock, you idiot. Give it back!" She snatched the frock from Pooja's hands.

Reena: "Relax, girls. I think she still feels her man’s lips on hers—that’s why she’s lost in thought," she teased with a laugh.

Pooja: "Hey, don’t talk nonsense! It was an accident, and I wasn’t in my senses at the time."

Sameera: "Yeah, girl. You weren’t in your senses—that’s why you acted on what’s in your heart," she said, stepping away, knowing Pooja might hit her.

Pooja: "Please stop it, girls. I was intoxicated; that’s probably why I acted that way," she said, trying to clarify that she had no interest in Ashwin.

Reena: "Hey, Sameera, remember that quote we saw on social media? ‘Your true self comes out when you’re intoxicated or afraid,’" she said with a wink.

Sameera: "Yeah, I remember that too." They both looked at Pooja, waiting for her response. Pooja’s face betrayed her nervousness and desperation to deny their claims.

Pooja: "Please, stop it, okay? You all know about my dreams. I won’t let anyone distract me from them." 

Sameera: Whether you're into him or not, you can use him to advance your career. Pooja looked at her with a questioning expression, and Sameera continued, "He's a good auditor here, and you want to work in an auditing office to achieve your goal of becoming a chartered accountant. Through him, you could get placed in a good CA office, or he might even teach you. And from what Roopa said, we know he's very skilled."

Reena: "Hey, we all know how skilled he is from the way he mentored us on our project."

Pooja: "I don't think it will work." The girls looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain. Pooja continued, "I think he wouldn't do that. You all know how I managed and forced him to take me and my sister as his business partners, right? To keep me calm, he's helping us and trying to maintain his 'good guy' image with me. If I ask him to teach me, he wouldn't do that."

Reena: "Hey, don't talk like that. He's a genuine person."

Sameera: "Yes, Pooja, don't push too much. He's good, and you and he have a mutual interest in each other, though you'll never admit it."

Pooja: "How can you all say that he's genuine?"

Same: "Because of the way he handled the kiss from you." Pooja's face turned red, but before she could say anything, Sameera gestured for her to stop and continued, "I know many men. If someone else were in his place, he would have said he loves you and you love him too. But he didn't do anything like that. He took it lightly and told you in the morning that you were intoxicated, so it happened. He said not to take it seriously. Who else would do that after the way you threw yourself at him and kissed him like he was some dessert?"

Pooja: "Stop it! Let's leave now. If we keep talking like this, we'll miss the buses. So all of you, shut up and pack quickly!"



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Radha made no effort to conceal her moans; she is moaning and gasping as her partner takes her in the doggy style position. This time, she is providing him with excellent support. Ashwin is following his rhythm well, executing two slow and deep thrusts followed by one shallow and fast thrust.


Radha: mmmhhhh........oooooohhhhh..........Ashu..........sshhhh......she is enjoying completely now. 

Ashwin: ohh......mmmm.....Radha you feel so tight now my love.


 
After he removed his penis from her vagina as she experienced orgasm in the standing position, he instructed her to lie on the floor and fucked her in the missionary position. Once she achieved orgasm in that position, he then positioned her for doggy style. He had no intention of pausing for even a moment; his hips moved rapidly, accompanied by loud moans as Radha reached her orgasm once more.





Radha: ooohhhh........sshhhhhhh......with a loud shriek she cummed hard on Ashwin's dick again wetting and lubing his dick again.

Her body is now becoming numb from this orgasm. She moves forward with her trembling body and lies on her stomach on the floor. Her entire body is shaking. Ashwin kneels behind her, his cock slick with their combined juices.

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Sameera and Pooja sit alone at the bus stand, enjoying tea together at night after Reena leaves as her bus departs, before parting ways for a while.

Sameera: Hey, next week I'll be back in town as we discussed, okay?

Pooja: Okay, once you find the right place for us, let me know and i will come.

Sameera: Will your sister allow you to stay with us and work in the town?

Pooja: She will, I know her. She doesn’t want my life to end in that village; she supports me.

Sameera: Hey, did your sister say anything about Ashwin? Like, does he have an ego or is he an arrogant guy like many rich guys?

Pooja: Enough, Sameera! I want to end the discussion about this, okay? I want to work, shine, and stand on my own feet soon.

Sameera: Hey, I’m curious because you think he’s acting like other rich, arrogant guys. That’s why I’m asking. Tell me what your sister said about him.

Pooja: Well, I never talked about him with my sister, but as far as she has said, he’s a good guy with a kind heart.

Sameera: Pooja, I’m serious now, okay? Don’t interrupt me until I’m done. Listen, Pooja, you have an interest in Ashwin even if you fail to admit it. Do you know why you kissed him? Not because of your love for him, but because of your jealousy toward Riya. She told me during our project days that she liked Ashwin, but his attention was mostly on you. I know about the hate you and Riya have for each other, okay? You didn’t want Riya to take the man who’s interested in you, and that’s why you expressed your love to him in your drunkenness. Okay?

pooja: hey, stop.

sameera: Let me finish first, Pooja. As I said, Ashwim seems to be a good guy. Even if he isn't, you can benefit from him. You can ask him to teach you or help you get to the right place where you can achieve your dreams. But if you really love him, don't lose him. Express it as soon as you can because once something's gone, it's gone forever. Now, you're going to stay with him in the same house for a while. Observe him and get to know him better. If you still feel the same way, then let this go once and for all. But I believe you two will soon find true love.

Before Pooja could say anything, Sameera's bus honked, and the conductor called the passengers as the bus prepared to leave for its destination. Sameera left her friend there, saying, "Think about what I said, Pooja." With that, she departed, leaving Pooja standing alone. Pooja knew what Sameera said was true—she liked him. However, she wanted to focus on earning before thinking about love, marriage, and family. Now, her mind was torn between her friends' words and her claims of no love. On the surface, she might deny their claims, but deep down, she knew she kissed him to show Riya who he truly belonged to.

Currently, she is unable to make any definitive decisions, so she boarded her bus and commenced her journey to her village. Throughout the trip, she attempted to erase Ashwin from her thoughts, yet the kiss remained vivid in her memory. Nevertheless, she resolved not to confess her feelings to Ashwin, and if he were to propose, she would decline due to her commitments. As the bus traveled, her mind raced with various scenarios. She will reach the village by morning, contemplating numerous 'if' and 'what if' situations concerning her business partner. However, little did she know that soon Ashwin would pluck her precious flowr from her completely, and she would willingly open her legs wide to him, much like her sister.


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Ashwin fucked Radha in various positions within the hall, ranging from a standing position to a dominant missionary stance, as well as the tightness of the doggy style, among several other positions in the hall.











Ashwin is fucking Radha in various positions, with each session lasting between three to five minutes as she experiences intense orgasms in each position, each position is echoing his passion and desire for her, leaving her astonished by his performance tonight.

Ashwin desires to be rough and degrading with her, yet he understands that the moment is not appropriate for such actions; the walls of the hall resonate with their fervor, and nothing seems to hinder them.

As Ashwin senses his climax approaching, he moves forward and lays Radha on the floor while she rides him. He transitions back to the missionary position, gripping her legs and folding them so that they nearly touch her face, holding her calves in his hands and then he thrusts into her forcefully once more.






He rammed her so hard when he realized he is no longer can hold back he leave her legs and lie completely on her putting his whole weight on her and rammed her

Radha: ooohhh.......mmmmmm..........Ashu..........i am cumming again......ooohhhhh


Ashwin: mmmmhhh.......baby i can't hold back anymore take it my love with that he gives some long and deep stroke before burying to the hilt inside her both of them climaxed together 




Ashwin remains inside her for a period before withdrawing. The overwhelming orgasms she experienced left him feeling light and joyful, gradually lulling her into a peaceful slumber. After some time, Ashwin removes his diminishing member from her and lies down beside her, eventually falling asleep as well. Her intimate area is now a complete mess; the intercourse has created a white foam that fully envelops her cunt and asshole, and half of the area where her ass rests is now wet. In the dim light of the hall, Ashwin's member also glistens with the white foam.

[Astroboy11]

Hot update. Nice job re-writing the update. Keep up the good work and can't wait for the next chapter.

[Celeb41]

Great writing bro. Keep updating. Show some more dominant sides of Ashwini. Rock ?

[Astroboy11]

Hello author. Hope you've been working on this story. When can we expect the next chapter?

[damien123456]

Hello author. Hope you've been working on this story. When can we expect the next chapter?

I intend to write, but I am currently quite busy. However, I am confident there will be update before the end of the month.

[Celeb41]

Please try to upload a bit frequently. Your writing skills are very good. I am quite hooked with this story.

[damien123456]

A sneak peek at what's coming next.

The moon shines brightly, casting its gentle light as a cool breeze drifts through the air. The night is calm and pleasant, with the soothing sound of water streaming down its path clearly audible. On the bank, a navy-colored tent stands empty. Just a few feet away from the stream, near the tent's entrance, lies a mat. On the mat, a couple is locked in a passionate kiss, the girl lying beneath the man as he leans over her.
 
The female is petite, while the man appears to be a strong hunk. He breaks the kiss and hovers over her and his palms are two sides of the women as he balances himself over her the image all seems in a lightly shadowy manner then down between the girl which spread wide as the man's is waiting there for her consent with his raging hard on and his backside his pecks and hip and butt echos his workouts and his dick which appears big and full of vein he takes his right hand to the base of his dick and rubbed the cockhead over her vulva  his cockhead is seems to be little bigger then her vulva a slight touch from him on her vulva caused the women to groan.

girl: ooohhhhh........oooohhhhh

Then the guy used his hips to push forward, and somehow, just the tip of his cock split her vagina. He waited for a bit, then pushed again, fully burying his cockhead inside her. The woman groaned again; this time, she couldn't handle the mix of pain and pleasure. She lifted her head off the mat, placing her palms on his shoulders and arms. Her face was close to the left side of the man's neck, and she moaned. This time, her face became clear—it was Puja. The man turned his head toward her and kissed her cheek. It was Ashwin, and he started moving his hips forward again.


puja: ooohhh.....god.......mmmmmhhhhh.....Ashwin......i......love.......

Hey, the village is the next stop! Come on, people, wake up! Don’t blame me later if you miss your stop. The conductor is shouting loudly and banging on the roof of the bus to wake everyone up. Puja stirs, her face somber, with a trickle of saliva running down her chin. For a moment, she is startled and then realizes it was all a dream but the wetness between her legs said it's very real maybe.

[damien123456]

the next update is coming soon

[Celeb41]

Waiting

[damien123456]

update 39:

             
                The dawn is approaching, and Radha sleeps soundly in the hall alongside Ashwin. There is no mat on the floor, yet their nude bodies are intertwined as they lie face to face, embracing tightly. The crowing of roosters interrupts Radha's slumber, prompting her to open her eyes and see Ashwin's face close to hers. She smiles and feels the urge to leave, as the day is about to begin. Gently, she pushes Ashwin aside, turning him onto his back on the floor, and then she rises to gather her clothes. Although she does not put them on, she holds them close to her chest and turns her face to glance at Ashwin, who is displaying his impressive morning erection in all its glory. She is taken aback by his arousal, wondering how he can be so hard once again.

Radha: How could he? In her mind, she takes a few steps closer to him, letting her gaze travel from his feet to his head. For a moment, she admires his muscular form, fully aware of his strength. She feels an urge to touch him, but her rational side holds her back. If she acts now, Ashwin might wake up, and he would surely relive his morning erection on her.

She quietly left the premises and made her way to the backyard. After attending to her nature calls, she proceeded to the bathroom for a refreshing bath. The sound of water splashing, along with the crowing of a rooster, roused Ashwin from his slumber. He opened his eyes to find himself on the floor of the hall, noticing the emptiness beside him. However, the dampness and warmth from the area indicated that his partner had departed just moments earlier. The distinct sound of water splashing informed him of her current location. He stood up and exited the hall, heading to the backyard to address his own nature calls. Before that he opened Sonu's room door, he glanced at his face and smirked to himself before proceeding to the backyard. He found himself urinating in the open rather than using the restroom, which was situated opposite the bathroom where Radha was bathing. As Ashwin was about to conclude his business, he heard the sound of a door opening and turned to see what it was. Radha, anticipating that Ashwin might wake up later, had not taken any fresh clothes with her after her bath, intending to return to her room before he awoke to dress herself. Thus, she had brought only a towel with her, placing her old clothes in a bucket of water to wash later. Now, she was clad in a small towel that fully covered her chest and belly,  but only extended a few inches down her love hole and half of her butt, leaving her white thighs and lower ass exposed to the air. As she emerged from the bathroom, she encountered a nude Ashwin standing before her.

Now they stand face to face, with a few feet separating them. Radha gazes at her naked lover, who stands with his morning erection in all its glory. His gaze and the saliva that creeps to the side of his lips convey something unspoken. She realizes that if she does not act quickly, she will find herself bathing once more in the very room, but this time it will be Ashwin who bathes her. She does not want that now, as she has some chores to attend to. When Ashwin quickens his pace toward the bathroom, intending to lock himself inside with Radha, she acts swiftly and escapes by running into the house. She then closes the backyard door and leans against it, gasping for breath.

Ashwin: "Hey Radha, come on, open the door," his voice echoed with need.

Radha: "No, Ashu, I know what you'll do if I open the door," she teased, her tone playful.

Ashwin: "Please, my love, don't you see me fully?" he said, standing two feet from the door, rubbing his erection. Radha understood what he meant.

Radha: "I've seen you many times," she teased again.

Ashwin: "Hey, open the door, please, my love. Don't you have mercy on me?" His voice now pleaded, and she understood that too.

Radha: "Ashu, we can do it again, but not now. If I open this door, I know what will happen. I have to start the day, and you too have your morning routine, okay?" Her tone was simple but conveyed her message clearly.

Ashwin: "We can start the day a bit later, my love," he pleaded again.

Radha: "A bit later?" she smiled, her smile audible to Ashwin. He knew why she smiled. "There’s no 'bit late' or 'moment' with you, Ashu—you definitely take your time. So go and refresh yourself, okay?"

Ashwin: "Hey, I forgot to take my clothes with me. Could you open the door and let me in to collect them?"

Radha: "No chance, dear, I know you too well. Go, you'll get what you need." With that, she left the door and went to her room. The sight of her husband's face irritated her a bit, so she simply grabbed her clothes and put herself on it  in the hall. Then, hearing the noise of splashing water, she knew Ashwin was refreshing himself. She opened the backyard door and placed a towel for him to use, then headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

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The bus came to a halt at the stop, and Pooja woke up to the conductor's voice. For a moment, she wondered if it had all been just a dream—it had felt so real. She gathered her belongings and stepped off the bus. Wanting to surprise her sister with her return, she hadn’t informed her in advance or told Ashwin about it yesterday. She began walking through the village roads, which were coming to life under the rising sun. Women were splashing water on their front yards, cleaning and decorating them. Some women who recognized Pooja greeted her, asking, "Hi Pooja, how are you? How’s life? Are you back from college? Did you complete your course?" Pooja answered their questions and continued down the road. More women asked the same questions, and she gave the same answers, quickly growing tired of it all. She thought to herself, "God, I should walk faster to avoid these people and their irritating questions." 

Leaving the village behind, she found herself alone on the tar road leading to the nearby village, which also passed by her house. Walking toward her home, the sun was now almost fully risen, its yellow rays making the path clearer. She was midway between her house and the main village when she suddenly heard a loud horn. Turning around, she saw a Honda City car speeding toward her. Quickly, she stepped aside.

As she stepped aside, she didn’t look back at the car and continued her stroll toward the house, dragging her suitcase on wheels, her bag slung over her back, and a handbag in her other hand. The speeding car suddenly screeched to a halt as its driver hit the brakes. Pooja glanced toward it but didn’t pay much attention and kept walking. After passing a few feet beyond the car, she heard the car door open and someone call out, “Hey Pooja, how are you?” She turned around and saw Irfan, her old college classmate, stepping out of the car.

Irfan: "Hey Pooja, how are you doing?" His voice is full of energy, expecting a warm reaction from her.

Pooja: "Hi..." Her voice is low, and her expression shows confusion as she looks at him, trying to figure out who he is.

Irfan: "Pooja, do you remember me?"

Pooja: She continues acting confused, though she knows who he is. She doesn't want to show it because she doesn't like him.

Irfan: "Hey, I think you don't remember me. I'm Mohammed Irfan, your classmate from college. Don't you remember?"

Pooja: "Oh... Irfan. I forgot about you, sorry. How are you?" Her tone lacks enthusiasm, sounding plain and neutral.

Irfan: "Well, I'm fine." He notices that she is walking toward her home, which he already knows. "Do you need me to drop you at your house? I'm heading in that direction."

Pooja: "No, thanks. I can manage." She steps back, signaling her discomfort with his presence.

Irfan: "Hey, come on, there's no need for formality. Let me drop you." He moves toward her, attempting to take her suitcase but she pulls it back.

Irfan: "What, Pooja? Come on!"

Pooja: "Well, I want to enjoy the morning weather. That's why I prefer to walk, so could you..." Before she finishes—

Irfan: "Oh, fine then. Let me accompany you to your house. Or, if you want, you can hop in my car, and I'll drive slowly. The morning is nice, and you need better company to enjoy it too." His tone now turns subtle and teasing.

Pooja: "I have my own way to enjoy it, no need for others." Her voice is stern, dismissing his words, and her face shows a hint of anger.

Irfan: "Hey, I just want to help you, my friend."

Pooja: "Classmates."

Irfan: "What? I don't get it."

Pooja: "Classmates, not friends. We were classmates in college."

As they talk, a guy steps out from the passenger seat near the driver’s side. His name is Ajay, a family friend of Irfan.

Ajay: Hey Irfan, what are you doing? Who’s this beauty? (his tone is teasing)

Pooja: Hello excuse me! (alertness in her voice)

Irfan: Hey, come on, Ajay, stop. This is Pooja, my friend.

Pooja: Classmate.

Irfan: Mmm, yes, classmate from college.

Pooja doesn’t enjoy talking to these two guys and looks for a way to avoid them. She turns her face toward the village and notices someone riding toward them on a TVS 50. Focusing her gaze, she feels safe when she realizes it’s Kavita on the two-wheeler.

Kavita is heading to the field in the morning to gather pasture for her cows at home. She wants to finish early today as she needs to work on the farm with her friends. Riding her two-wheeler, she notices a girl speaking with two boys near a parked car in the middle of the road. As she gets closer, she realizes it’s Pooja, cornered by Irfan. Understanding the nature of Irfan and his friend Ajay, she stops her bike near them, wanting to help Pooja.

Kavita: Hey Pooja, I told you to wait, and I would drop you. Then why are you doing this? Her voice shows concern and tension, like she is telling the truth.

Pooja: I just wanted to enjoy a morning walk on the road, that’s all. It’s okay. Here, take my suitcase. She scoops her suitcase, places it in front of Kavita’s TVS 50, and is about to straddle the bike too. She understands Kavita and continues with her flow.

Irfan: Hey Radha, come on, let me drop you in my car, he insists.

Pooja: No need, Irfan. Kavita wants to help. She told me to wait when I passed her house, but I dragged myself and my luggage this far because I like walking, so no thanks.

Kavita: Hey, I have some work at home, so please hurry. She pushes Pooja to leave the place quickly.

Pooja: Okay, Irfan, bye. With that, not expecting anything in return, she straddles the pillion seat, and Kavita revs up the accelerator to move away from them.

Kavita




Kavita and Pooja leave the place on the bike, meanwhile:

Ajay: Hey bhai, what’s going on?  

Irfan: What, Ajay? Nothing.  

Ajay: Don’t lie to me. From the brightness on your face, I can tell—you like her, right? 
 
Irfan: Yes, I like her.  

Ajay: So sad, the parrot has flown away from us, bhai.  

Irfan: She can’t fly away every time like this.  

Ajay: So you love her, right? Hmm?  

Irfan: Hey, you know me. Do I look like someone who would just settle for love with one woman?
  
Ajay: I know that, which is why I’m asking—do you love her, or…?  

Irfan: Or what? (He looks at his friend with a smile.)  

Ajay: Well, or maybe I could get something. (He winks at Irfan.)  

Irfan: Well, you know we always share things, so no problem.
  
Ajay: Okay, let’s follow them. Come on, start the vehicle.  

As Irfan opens the car door, his mobile rings. It’s something important, so he tells his friend, “I’ll tell you about Pooja and how we’ll get her later, but now we should move fast. See, I got a call from them.”  

Irfan's car sped past Kavita's two-wheeler, and as it passed, both girls exclaimed in unison, "Scoundrels!"

Kavita: Hey Pooja, how did they catch you? Didn't you tell Radha you were coming?

Pooja: No, I wanted to surprise my sister, so I didn’t tell her.

Kavita: You and your surprises! How did Irfan catch you?

Pooja: Well, while I was walking toward my house, he came by unexpectedly and started talking to me.

Kavita: Pooja, avoid him. He’s not a good guy, you know that, right?

Pooja: I know, Kavi, no need to remind me. Last time I was here, I heard he was in jail for something.

Kavita: Yes. Did you see the other guy with him?

Pooja: Yes, what about him?

Kavita: His name is Ajay. He’s his partner in crime.

Pooja: You mean...

Kavita: Yes, he’s the one who was with him for that.

Pooja: Hey, how is she? Is she still in the village?

Kavita: Do you think the men in this village would let her family live peacefully after that? She left the village with her parents. I think she’s in the town where you studied.

Pooja: Poor girl. What’s her name again? I forgot.

Kavita: Her name is Amsa.

Pooja: Hey Kavita, tell me about it. What really happened? Many people say different things about it.

Kavita: There are many versions, but the truth is he bangd her, and his friend did too. They tortured her privately for two days, that's it.

Pooja: Men like that must be punished harshly.

Kavita: Well, he comes from a wealthy family and has political influence since his father was the runner-up in the last assembly elections.

Pooja: Why don't we change the topic? I don't want to spoil my mood by talking about trash like him, okay?

Kavita: Okay, so what do you want to talk about?

Pooja: How's my sister? Is she okay?

Kavita: How can she be good after marrying that thug? But one thing's for sure, after Ashwin Sir's arrival, her face looks a little brighter and shows some signs of happiness.

Pooja: Hey, don't talk ill about her.

Kavita: No ill, Pooja. I mean, he's a good guy.

Pooja: Oh, come on, stop with that "Ashwin is a good guy" talk! (mimicking in a childlike tone as she's tired of hearing it).

Kavita: Hey, what?

Pooja: Nothing. Could you go a little faster, please?

Kavita: Okay, okay, let me drop you first. With that, they didn’t speak until they reached the house. Kavita dropped Pooja off, then headed toward the nearby cotton field to cut pastures for her cows.

Pooja opened the gate and closed it.

Pooja slowly walks toward her home, her heart racing with excitement as she imagines how Radha would react to her arrival. Smiling to herself, she strolls leisurely, unaware of the scene unfolding inside the house. Radha, standing in the kitchen, is sharing a deep, passionate kiss with Ashwin. After freshening up, Ashwin had found a towel waiting for him and discovered Radha cooking. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he was captivated by her swaying body, her curves, and the glimpse of her waistline with her partially visible belly button. Unable to resist, he hugged her from behind, turned her toward him, and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed along her spine and shoulders, and she responded by kissing him back.


Pooja approaches the door, while Ashwin's hand shifts from Radha's  back to her waist, gently rubbing it for a moment before moving to her chest to grasp her breast.

[Celeb41]

A update after so much, but not much action, please give us a long update. You are an amazing writer.

[Astroboy11]

Nice update.

Good description of the morning after between two lovers. The balance one has to achieve between passion, each other’s desires, daily routines and responsibilities has been refreshing to see. Not everything in life is about giving in to lust and banging away.

Good job expanding the village setting with the new characters. Women have that understanding with each other where they know the tricks and stick together to survive.

Looking forward to the next update and the scene unfolding in the kitchen.