Adultery The Descent of Meera; An Indian House Wife

[Renjith]

Waiting bro

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I am really sorry, couldn't post the update on time. The story was completed, but small kind of editing was pending from my side. My apologies for the delay. Thank you all for the support shown.

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Chapter 19 The Relieve

The cab ride home felt disconnected. Meera felt the cool, smooth leather of the seat against the backs of her thighs. She watched the city lights streak past the window, but the images didn't really register in her mind. All she could focus on was the warm, tingling spot on her wrist where Arjun's fingers had been. She could still feel the solid pressure of his knees pressing against hers under the small table. A heavy, excited feeling sat in her chest, just below her throat. Her body felt awake and sensitive. A low, persistent throbbing had started between her legs in the coffee shop and hadn't stopped. It was a constant physical reminder of his words, the way he looked at her, and the silent agreement they had made. A small voice in the back of her head whispered that this was wrong, but it was quiet, easily drowned out by the much louder feeling of raw want and the powerful need to keep this thrilling secret.

 
The cab stopped. She paid and walked into her building, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She put her key in the lock, the metal cold in her warm hand. The door swung open.

Aaryan: “Mamma! You came back! Did you bring balloon?”
He ran to her, his small body crashing into her legs. She bent down, her heart suddenly squeezing tight. A sharp, painful feeling of guilt hit her as she hugged him, pulling his small, warm body close. She breathed in his smell, a mix of baby shampoo and the faint, sweet scent of his skin. Her voice came out higher than normal. “Not today, beta. Next time, promise.”
 
Rajiv appeared from the living room. He was smiling. “Welcome back. Aarti got what she needed?” His tone was easy, casual.
 
A lie. She just had to lie. She smiled, a tight feeling in her cheeks. “Haan, haan… finally settled on a dress.” She turned away from him to take off her sandals, focusing on the buckle, avoiding his eyes. “It took some time.” Underneath the simple words, the memory of the afternoon pulsed through her like an electric current. She could feel the ghost of Arjun's hand on the bare skin of her back. She felt the pressure of his knees again. The silent, powerful nod she gave him replayed in her mind. It all hummed just under her skin, a secret rhythm only she could feel. Her face felt hot. She was intensely aware of her own body, of the dampness in her cotton panties.
 
The evening continued as it always did, but Meera felt like she was watching herself from far away. She served dinner, the steam from the warm dishes rising into the air, but the heat felt distant on her skin. She laughed at Aaryan’s silly stories, but the sound felt empty and fake to her own ears. She put him to bed, her hand automatically moving in circles on his small back while her mind replayed Arjun’s whispered words: “I have not exploded the way I did yesterday… in your thoughts.” Each time she remembered, a fresh wave of heat spread through her lower belly, making the throbbing between her legs stronger. She had to shift her position on the edge of his bed, pressing her thighs together to create some pressure.

Later, in their bedroom, Rajiv talked about his mother’s blood pressure pills and a cousin who was coming to visit. Meera nodded. She made the right sounds, “Hmm,” “Achaa,” “Theek hee,” but her mind was somewhere else entirely. Her phone was lying face-down on her bedside table. It felt like it was vibrating with a silent energy. She had seen the small green light blinking when she came home. A message. From him. The waiting was a physical feeling, a tight, throbbing need deep in her lower stomach.
 
She was wearing an old, light blue nightie. It was made of thin cotton and had a pattern of tiny white flowers on it. It was soft from being washed so many times. It was usually comfortable, but tonight it felt different. Every small movement made the fabric brush over her skin. It was a constant, subtle feeling that reminded her of the arousal that had been building since the coffee shop. The cotton felt like a gentle rub over her nipples, which were still hard and sensitive. She could also feel it against the wetness between her legs.
Finally, Rajiv’s breathing became deep and even. He was asleep. The room was dark, lit only by a little orange light from the street coming through the curtains. Meera’s body was tense with need. Last night had been her own private fantasy. Tonight was different. He knew. He knew she had touched herself thinking of him. He had told her, in detail, about his own climax. He had described the images of her – in her grey t-shirt, her white pants, her plain white cotton panties – that had made him do it.
 
Her mind, hot with need, created the picture he must have seen. Herself, lying back. The simple white cotton of her panties would be pulled tight over the soft, rounded shape of her pubic bone. The fabric would show the outline of her lips underneath, the gentle swell of her vulva. She imagined the cotton getting wet, a darker patch forming where her wetness was soaking through, sticking to the curls beneath. Her inner thighs, smooth and pale, would be slightly apart. The skin there was soft. She thought of Arjun imagining this, of his eyes on that specific, private part of her, and a strong shiver went through her. The image was not polite or careful; it was raw, sexual, and only for him.
 
She waited a few more minutes, listening to make sure Rajiv was really asleep. Then, with a hand that shook a little, she reached for the phone. The screen lit up her face in the dark. One message.

Arjun: Meera...
Just her name. But it felt full of meaning. It was a call. A demand to join him in their shared, secret sexual space. Her breath caught in her throat. She lay back on her pillows. The soft cotton of her nighty whispered over her skin as she moved, making her shiver. What could she say? Her mind was empty of words, full of physical feelings. She typed one shaky word.


Meera: Arjun..
She saw his status change to ‘online’. He had seen her message. The three dots appeared to show he was typing. Then they disappeared. They appeared again. Then vanished. No message came. The silence was painful. What was he typing and deleting?


Meera: Kya huva Arjun? (What happened Arjun?)

He replied right away, as if he had been waiting for her to ask.
Arjun: Meera,

She felt a jolt. He was having trouble. He wanted to say something deeply sexual, something that would cross another line.

Meera: Say Arjun, kya hua tujhe? (Say Arjun, what happened to you?)

Arjun: Meera,

Meera: Haan Meera he hoon… Kya hua? (Yes, it is Meera… What happened?)
She tried to sound light, but the sexual tension made her words feel heavy.

After a pause, the message came. 
Arjun: "I don’t know why, but something in my mind is making me feel heavy, Meera." A spike of worry went through her, mixed with a dark, thrilling curiosity.

Meera: Arjun kya, what's disturbing you?

Arjun: "Disturbance nahee, it's making me feel heavy." (Not disturbance, it's making me feel heavy.)

Meera: "Kyaa Bhoj udaaya?" (What burden are you carrying?) She tried to make it a joke, to give him a way out, even though her own body was tight with anticipation.

Arjun: Meera.....

Meera: Sorry Arjun, Teek he, tell me, Kya huvaa? (Sorry Arjun, alright, tell me, what happened?)

Arjun: "Bhoj nahee Meera, it's the heaviness from inside. I need to relieve it." (Not a burden, Meera, it's the heaviness from inside. I need to relieve it.)

She understood. The sexual tension that had been building, which had exploded into mutual confession today, was consuming him. He had taken care of it yesterday, but today’s events – the touches, the shared looks – had built it back up, stronger. He needed to do it again. And he was telling her. Directly. Her own need, a throbbing ache between her legs, got stronger. What did he want? What was he asking for? Silence hung between them, filled with her own frantic, sexual thoughts.

Arjun: "Meera I need to relieve the weight I am carrying now."

Meera: "Kya huva Arjun, tell me clearly, what weight are you carrying now? Kyaa bol rahe ho?" (What happened Arjun, tell me clearly, what weight are you carrying now? What are you saying?)

Arjun: "Weight nahee but softness..." (Not weight but softness...)
Her breath caught. Softness. He was talking about her breast. The deliberate, accidental press of her soft breast against the hard bone of his elbow in the store. The memory of that contact sent a fresh, sharp bolt of pleasure to her core. Her nipples tightened and felt hard against the cotton nightie. She wanted him to say it. To be clear.

Meera: Tell Arjun, teek se bathaavo. kyaa huva thume? (Tell Arjun, explain properly. What happened to you?)

Arjun: "Today's memories are a sweet weight on my mind, Meera. I feel drowned in them." The reply was a little more careful, but the meaning was the same. He was drowning in desire for her.

Meera: "Pahale, weight, baad mein soft, abhi drowned? Kya ho gaya hai tumhe? Such bathaa, kahaan kho gaye hoo?" (First weight, then soft, now drowned? What has happened to you? Tell the truth, where are you lost?)

Arjun: "I am lost in the thoughts, Meera."

Meera: Which thoughts?

Arjun: "Thoughts about you. The time we spent together. The moments. Some are so precious, I am still living in that memory."

She knew. Her own thoughts were the same. The press of her breast, the touch of his hand on her back, the pressure of his knees.

Meera: Arjun, come out of those thoughts, please.

Arjun: "Still I can feel your softness on my elbow, Chandrika."
Hearing him say it so directly, using the pet name for her navel in this sexual way, made her gasp silently. She could actually feel the ghost of that pressure, the warmth of his skin. Her hand moved without her thinking to her own breast, cupping it through the nightie, feeling the hard point of her nipple.

She was silent, overwhelmed.

Arjun: "Meera,"

Meera: "Hmmmm...." It was a soft, breathy moan typed out. "Don’t think about all that, Arjun, you try to get some good sleep."
 
Arjun: "I think I will get my sleep only if I relieve myself."
She knew exactly what he meant.

Arjun: "I need it badly, Meera."
He can do it. He doesn’t need my permission. She thought to herself. Why is he telling me? But a deep, hungry part of her wanted him to need her permission. She wanted to know exactly what he needed from her.

Meera: Boolo Arjun, what you need? (Tell me Arjun, what do you need?)

Arjun: "I need......"
The typing indicator hovered. Meera’s sexual tension shot up. Her heart beat hard against her ribs. She pressed her thighs together tightly, the pressure sending a jolt through her.

Arjun: "I need to cum for you, Meera. In your thoughts."
The clear words, appearing on the screen in the dark room, shocked her. She had been expecting it, but seeing it written so plainly sent a violent, pleasurable shock through her body. Her whole body shuddered, a convulsive shake that made the bed creak a little. She quickly looked at Rajiv, but he was still asleep.

Arjun: Meera.
She couldn’t reply. Arousal made her fingers feel numb. She was drowning in it.

Arjun: Say something, Chandrika.
She remained silent, her mind screaming.

Arjun: "Chandrika."
That name. The name for her navel. It felt like a key turning in a lock deep inside her. She was pulled toward him.

Meera: "Arjun, really kya... what do you want to do? Tell me." Her message was a mix of weak protest and breathless encouragement.

Arjun: "I want to relieve it, Meera."
She wished him to explicitly say

Arjun: "In your thoughts, Chandrika."

Meera: "Ohh Arjun," Her body humming, sensations firing everywhere

Arjun: "Today you should know that I am doing it for you. In your thoughts."
She didn’t say anything. Her free hand, the one not holding the phone, moved slowly over her stomach, down over the blue cotton nightie, coming to rest on her thigh. The touch felt electric.

Arjun: Meera, I need you to know it, dear. That my boy is hard for you.
The words made her picture him. She imagined him in his room, maybe lying on his bed. His pants would be down around his thighs. His erection would be standing up, thick and hard. The skin would be smooth and tight, a deep color, darker at the tip where the head was swollen, wet with a drop of fluid. She could see veins along its length. His fingers would be wrapped around the base, his grip firm. The image was vivid, clear, and it made her clench inside with raw need.

Arjun: "Today I need you to know it, Chandrika. I need your permission. I need you to say it, Chandrika."
Her inner thoughts raced. Giving him clear permission would erase another line, would pull them into a new, even more intimate place. This was mutual, active sharing.

Arjun: Meera, can I?
She was silent, but her fingers hovered over the keypad. She typed a letter, deleted it. Typed another, paused.

Arjun: "Chandrika, you can also stop me."
No. I don’t want to stop him. I want him to do it. For me. Thinking of me. I want to know he is touching himself because of me, that he will come because of me.

Arjun: "Meera, please say something. Don't be silent, dear."
She didn’t know what to write. The tension inside her was unbearable.

Arjun: "Chandrika, please."

With shaking hands, her fingers trembling so badly she almost dropped the phone, she typed.
Meera: Arjun,

Arjun: "Tell me, Meera. Shall I? Give me the permission, dear."
She needed to give it. She wanted him to know how excited she was, how much this was affecting her.

Meera: "Hmmm...."
As she hit send, another full-body shudder went through her. It was a clear, unmistakable sound of yes.

Arjun: "Say it to me, Chandrika."
He knew she had given permission, but he wanted the words. He was making her say it, making her part of his act, of their shared act.

Meera: Arjun, kya huva abhi? (Arjun, what happened now?) She was stalling, her anxiety and arousal fighting.

Arjun: "Tell me, Meera. Give me the permission."
She could feel her own wetness soaking through her panties, a slick heat against her skin. Her free hand pressed harder against her inner thigh, then began to rub slowly, up and down, over the damp cotton of her nightie.

Meera: Arjun..
Arjun: "Say, Chandrika. Let me do it in thoughts of you."

Meera: Yes, Arjun.....
She typed it. Clearly. As she did, the hand on her thigh moved inward, pressing the heel of her palm firmly against the centre of her pleasure, rubbing in a slow, circular motion over the layers of fabric. The pressure felt good, driving her crazy.

Arjun: "Ohh my Chandrika, I really needed this. The boy really needed this."
My Chandrika. The possessiveness, the intimacy, sent another thrill through her. She wanted to go along with it, to react to his arousal, to feed it. A part of her was still hesitant, screaming about the risk, but it was being drowned out by the roaring need in her blood.

Arjun: "I am really in need of it, Chandrika. He is so hard for you. In your thoughts."

Meera: "Ohh Arjun," She was trying to play along, to give in to the current pulling her under. The line she had tried to hold was disappearing.

Arjun: "Yes, my Chandrika, he is so hard on your thoughts. I need to imagine you now."
What should I say? How can I help him? How can I join him in this? She felt a powerful urge to match her actions with his, to be a part of his fantasy.

Meera: Arjun.....

Arjun: "Say, Chandrika."
Meera changed her position on the bed, turning slightly away from Rajiv, curling onto her side.

Meera: dont know Arjun,
Arjun: "Say, dear."
This is wrong. This is so wrong. Rajiv is right here. What if he wakes up? But… Arjun is so hard for me… he needs me… I need this… The conflict was a sharp pain in her chest, but it was no match for the throbbing between her legs.

Meera: (With inner conflict tearing at her) asked him, "What are you doing, Arjun?"

Arjun: "Ohh my Meera, my boy is too hard now. For you."
She wanted to know more. The hardness was for her. The thought was powerful, intoxicating.

Arjun: "I have pulled my pants down and it is throbbing for you, dear. I am holding the base of my erection, thinking of you. I need to see you in my thoughts, Meera. Please help me, dear."

Meera was pressing her inner thighs together rhythmically now, her hand still applying firm pressure over her nightie. She was picturing him again, his naked penis in his hand. She could almost see the muscles in his forearm tightening as he began to move his hand.

Meera: Haaan, Arjun,

Arjun: "Tell me,"

Meera: "Kyaa, Arjun?"

Arjun: "I wish to see you, dear."

Meera: "No, Arjun, please don't ask me that. Please." The tension was back. This was too much.

Arjun: "Nahee, Meera, I wish to picturise you. I wish to imagine you now."

Meera: "Arjun.... kaise?" (Arjun.... how?)

Arjun: "What are you doing, Meera?"
She was pressing hard against herself now, her eyes closed. She didn’t reply.

Arjun: "Tell me, Chandrika."
After a reluctant pause, she typed, her movements frantic.

Meera: Math poocho, Arjun. (Don’t ask, Arjun.)

Arjun: "Are you touching yourself?"
Meera pressed down harder, a soft moan escaping her lips. She quickly stopped it, looking at Rajiv. Her knees were drawn up now, and her nightie had ridden up, exposing her thighs. The skin of her inner thighs rubbed together, a smooth, sensual feeling. Knowing Rajiv was sleeping right beside her made the sensation feel dangerous and thrilling.

Arjun: "Tell me, Meera. What are you doing now?"
She was losing control. This was becoming clearly mutual. She was silent, her breathing rough.

Arjun: "Are you touching there, Meera?" There. The word was obvious.
She didn’t answer. He needed to know. He needed to know if her fingers were on her pussy.

Arjun: "Meera.... Chandrika... touch there.... I know you need to touch yourself. Touch it for me, dear."
Meera’s sexual thoughts were a storm. Her need was a physical command.

Arjun: "Touch, dear, for me. Think how hard I am for you."

Meera: "Ohh Arjun......" Her fingers fumbled on the screen.

Arjun: "Meera, touch your pussy."
The clear word, appearing on her screen, was a final, shocking push. Her tension was unbearable.

Arjun: "Do it for me, dear."

Meera: "No, Arjun, I can't,, please," But even as she typed the no, the hand under her nightie slipped beneath the waistband of her panties. Her fingers met the wet, hot skin of her own vulva. She gasped, her eyes opening wide.

Arjun: "Meera, let's do it together, dear. You should know how hard I am for you."

Meera: "No, Arjun, I can't"

Arjun: "But why, dear? You don't wish to, Meera?"
I do! I do wish to! How can I tell him? Her thoughts wandered

Meera: "Arjun, Rajiv..." It was the only protest she could manage.

Arjun: "Come to the front room. There, on the sofa. Go there, dear."

Meera: "No, Arjun, please don't ask like that."

Arjun: "I will ask today, Meera. Please go there. Be alone for you. Be alone for me."
Go to the living room? Touch myself there while he does the same on the phone? Tell him clearly that I’m fingering myself for him? That my pussy is wet for him because his cock is hard for me? The conflict was huge, a war between what was right and a desire so deep it felt basic. But the desire was winning. It was a huge wave.

She straightened her legs, putting the phone down beside her. She lay in the dark, listening to Rajiv’s breathing, feeling the wet proof of her arousal on her fingers. The phone buzzed again. And again. The sound was a constant pull.

Her internal conflict was a scream, but her sexual desire was a roar. She was so curious. So desperately needy. She was dripping for him. She made a promise to herself: just tonight. This would be it. After this, she would avoid him, pull back. This would not happen again. But tonight… tonight she would do it. With him.

Slowly, silently, she pushed back the covers. She swung her bare feet onto the cool wooden floor. She stood up, her legs feeling weak. She picked up the buzzing phone. She took a step, then another, moving very slowly, scared of making a sound. The floor didn't creak. She reached the bedroom door, turned the knob with great care, and pulled it open just enough to slip through. She stood in the dark hallway, her heart pounding. She pulled the door closed, the click of the latch sounding very loud in the quiet. She froze, listening. Nothing. Rajiv still slept.

She walked on bare feet down the short hallway to the living room. The space was dark and full of shadows. She didn’t look at the phone. She went to the sofa and lay down on it, on her back, staring up at the dark ceiling. She was silent. She had crossed the line. The boundaries were gone. She knew how wet she was. She knew she was going to do it. She was going to touch herself for Arjun, and he was going to know. She picked up the phone, her decision made. The screen glowed in the darkness, lighting up her determined, aroused, and terrified face.
 

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Chapter 19 continued.....

The cool leather of the sofa stuck to the back of Meera’s thighs. The only light came from her phone screen, glowing in the dark room. It buzzed again, a hard vibration against her palm. She was deep in it now.
 
Arjun: Go Meera, just go there and be yourself.
Arjun: Meera,
Arjun: Kya huva Meera, where are you?
Arjun: Please Meera, reply me.
 
He knew she was reading. Three dots popped up. He was typing again. Her stomach tightened, a mix of fear and a sharp, hungry thrill.
 
Arjun: Meera.... where did you go, dear?
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[i]He knows I’m here. He knows I’m looking at this. Should I tell him? Should I say I’m on the sofa, about to do what he’s doing? This is so fucked up. So completely fucked up. Her heart was pounding, a fast, hard beat against her ribs.[/i]
 
Arjun: Meera, say dear. Where are you now?
Her fingers were shaking. After a long pause, she typed one word.

Meera: Arjun...

Arjun: Say dear, abhi kahaan pe ho?

Meera: Am here.

Arjun: Where?
She couldn’t type it. Saying the words felt like crossing a line she could never come back from.

Arjun: Are you on the sofa, Chandrika?
The pet name, the specific guess. A cold shiver shot down her spine. He knew. He was picturing her right here.

Meera: Hmmm...
[i]He knows. He’s imagining me. Lying here on this sofa. For him. Oh my god. The thought scared her and turned her on at the same time. The idea of him looking at her, even in his head, made her pussy throb. She felt a fresh, hot wetness soak into her cotton panties.[/i]
 
Arjun: Ohh dear, Meera. You now say, dear. You too do it now.
She didn’t type back. Instead, she slowly bent her legs, pulling her knees up. The movement made her light blue nightie, already pushed up, slide down to bunch around her hips. The cool air in the room hit her bare skin, making the fine hairs on her thighs stand up. She was naked from the waist down except for her panties. She let her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, drift down. Her palms skimmed over the skin of her thighs. It felt smooth, a little cold. She slid her hands higher, toward the heat between her legs. Her fingers traced the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, and the touch sent a jolt straight to her aching pussy.
 
New messages lit up the screen.
Arjun: Chandrika, boolo, are you touching?
She didn’t answer with words. Her middle finger moved on its own, dipping lower. It brushed over the damp cotton of her panties, right over her pussy lips underneath. The fabric was already wet, a dark spot spreading where her juice had leaked through. The light pressure felt electric. Her eyes closed. Her head fell back against the sofa arm. Her lips parted, and she bit down softly on her lower lip. Through the wet cotton, she could feel the puffy shape of her outer lips, swollen and sensitive.
 
She pressed the heel of her hand harder against herself. A low, soft moan slipped out of her mouth as the pressure sent waves of pleasure through her. Her legs spread wider by themselves, giving her hand more room.

Arjun: Meera, please say to me dear.
Struggling, she kept one hand pressing against her panties and typed with the other.

Meera: Arjun....

Arjun: Yes, my Meera... say it.
[i]He wants me to say it. To admit what I’m doing. Out loud. The pressure of her hand got more intense, a steady rhythm over her clit through the soaked fabric. She moaned again, louder this time. The sound surprised her in the quiet room.[/i]

Arjun: Meera... can I call you? Please dear....
Panic hit her. A call? His actual voice? That was too much. Too real.

Meera: No, Arjun, I can’t. Please don’t ask for that.

Arjun: Ok, Chandrika. But tell me, what are you doing?
Her hand moved again, pressing, making little circles. The cotton was completely wet now, stuck to her skin, showing the outline of everything. She let out another moan, tilting her head to the side, her neck arching.

Arjun: Please, dear. He needs to know it. The boy is so hard to know it.
[i]His boy… his penis..... hard… for me. The picture in her head got clearer. Him, lying on his bed. His pants down. His cock in his hand. It would be thick, the skin tight and smooth, a dark red color. The head would be wet, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. His fingers would be wrapped around the base, his knuckles white from gripping so hard. He’d be stroking it, slow then fast, his fist moving up and down the shaft. Thinking of her. Of her on this sofa. The thought made her hips jerk up off the sofa. A fresh gush of wetness coated her fingers through her panties.[/i]
 
Arjun: Meera, dear, say it.
Shaking with tension and need, she typed.

Meera: Arjun, what are you doing?

Arjun: Ohh my dear, yaaa... he is now so hard for you, dear. I am lying without my clothes, thinking of you. My hand is pressing on it, imagining you there, Meera. I need to cum for you, dear.
 
The picture in her head got even more detailed. She saw his whole naked body, not just his dick. The dark hair on his chest, leading down his stomach. The muscles in his arms flexing as he jerked off. His nipples, small and dark, hard from the cool air. He was completely naked and hard for her.

Arjun: Meera, what are you wearing, dear?
[i]He needs to know. He wants to picture me. She looked down at herself. Her nightie was bunched at her waist. The front buttons had come partly undone from her moving, showing the deep crack between her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard little points, rubbing against the soft cotton of the nightie with every small movement, sending little shocks through her.[/i]

Arjun: Say, dear.

Meera: (With struggle) Nighty.
Arjun: And inside?
Her eyes dropped to her panties. The plain white cotton. The wet patch. The clear outline of her pussy underneath.

Arjun: Please say, Meera. Let me imagine you, dear. You laying on that sofa. I wish to imagine you, dear.

Meera: Arjun..

Arjun: Say, please. Tell me.

Meera: Yes.
Her hesitation was melting, replaced by a desperate need for him to know.

Arjun: Kya yes, Meera?

Meera: Yes, Arjun, am wearing it.

Arjun: Kya, Meera? Boolo na clearly, please. For me.. for him.

Meera: Arjun... please..

Arjun: Meera, come on, please. I wish to imagine you, dear.

Meera: Arjun, haaan, am wearing a panty.
She’d said it. It was out there. She pressed her pussy harder, a groan coming out of her mouth as the pleasure built.

Arjun: Ohhh dear... Meera. I seriously wish to hear you now, please... let me call you, my Chandrika.
Fear spiked again.

Meera: No, Arjun, please. Rajiv is in the other room. Don't ask me, please.

Arjun: Put an earphone, Meera. I just want to hear your whisper, baby.
[i]Baby. The word sent another thrill through her. Her eyes scanned the dark room and landed on a tangled pair of earphones on the side table. Her hands shaking badly, her heart pounding so hard she felt dizzy, she reached for them. She fumbled, plugging them into the phone, her movements clumsy.[/i]
 
Arjun: Are you there, Meera?

Meera: Yes, Arjun.

Arjun: Wish to call you, dear. Hear your voice. Wish your presence when I cum for you.
[i]Hear his voice… hear him groan… hear him cum… for me. The idea was terrifyingly intimate. She imagined the sounds—low, grunting groans, his breath catching, his voice breaking when he said her name as he came.[/i]

Arjun: Put the earphones, Meera. Let me call you. Say something, dear.
With one last shaky breath, she gave in.

Meera: Han, Arjun.
The call came through instantly. The ringtone was loud in her ears. She waited, frozen, through two rings, then three. On the fourth, she swiped to answer.
 
"Chandrika..." His voice was a low, rough whisper, thick with want. It went straight into her ear, a hot touch that made her gasp.
 
She didn’t speak. She just breathed, the sound loud and shaky in her own ears. She knew the microphone would pick it up.
[i]What the fuck am I doing? This is so wrong. Rajiv is right there! But her body was on fire, her fingers still pressing against her wet panties.[/i]
 
Again, his voice, softer. "Meera, say something, dear."
She let out a gasp, a heavy, breathy sound. Then another. Her voice, when it came, was a broken whisper. "Aaarjun.."
 
Arjun’s raspy voice came back fast, full of raw hunger. "Ohh, dear... I am on cloud nine after hearing you, dear." She heard his own heavy breathing on the other end. "You should see, Meera, how hard I am for you... in your thoughts."
 
Her mind showed her the picture again, clearer than ever. Him, naked on his back. The hard lines of his stomach, the trail of hair down to his thick, veiny cock. His hand wrapped around it, stroking. The head, swollen and dark, popping out of his fist with each upward stroke. The muscles in his forearm tight from the effort.
 
"Ohh," a choked sound escaped Meera, a mix of shock and intense turn-on.
 
"Meera, I am doing it, dear... Where is your hand, Meera?"
 
Her free hand, the one not holding the phone, finally slipped inside the waistband of her panties. Her fingers brushed through her pubic hair, then lower, to the smooth, slick, swollen lips of her pussy, soaked with her own wetness. The second her fingers touched her bare skin, a soft, shaking moan got out. "Shhhh..." It was quiet, but she knew he heard it.
Arjun’s voice came back, strained. "Ohh, Meera, are you touching for me, dear?"
She didn’t answer, but her breathing got heavier, more ragged, telling him everything.
 
"Say it, baby. I know where your hands are now. But express it to me, dear." His voice was so raspy, so full of need, it broke her completely.
 
She couldn’t form words. Her fingers explored further, pushing deeper into her panties. Her middle finger found the slit of her pussy, already open and slick. She pressed there and vibrated her fingers slightly. Another, louder gasp and moan was torn from her mouth.
[i]He can hear me. He can hear how wet I am. How much I need this. Her finger found her clit, hard and incredibly sensitive. The feeling was almost too much. Her hips bucked off the sofa. The inside of her thighs were slick with her juice, her pubic area a mess of wetness and feeling.[/i]
 
"Ohh, Meera, I can now imagine you, dear," his voice was shaking now, matching the tremors in her own body. "Your fingers touching your wetness. I wish I was there right now."
Meera closed her eyes, picturing him. Naked. Hard. Stroking himself fast. For her.

"Meera... aaah... speak to me, dear.. tell me, Meera, are you touching, dear?"
 
"Haaan," she breathed out in a weak voice, followed by a sharp, shuddering inhale.
 
"Aaahh," his hungry sound came from the other side. "Meeraaa...."

He said her name again. "Haaa aan," Meera responded with a broken gasp.
 
Her middle finger started to slowly spread her pussy lips apart. The heat was intense. The wetness was everywhere. Her swollen lips were super sensitive. Her body shook with a small climax already, her nipples hard with pleasure. "Ahhhh, Meera," his voice was ragged, "I feel your soft breast touching my elbow today. I feel the softness of it, dear..."
 
"Ohhhhh," Meera whispered, another soft moan escaping as her finger found her hole.
 
"And I now see your hands, baby.. Ohhh..." Meera could clearly hear his voice shaking from jerking off. "Touch for me, Meera."
 
"Haaaan," her voice was stumbling but louder this time.
 
Arjun’s voice was desperate. "Are you, Meera? Are you touching, dear? Say it."
 
She pushed her finger inside her pussy. [i]He’s picturing this. Picturing me touching myself, me in these panties, my naked pussy… Her finger slid into the hot, slippery, tight wetness. A low, grunting moan “aaahhhh” vibrated in her throat, clear for him to hear.[/i]
 
"Say, baby, say it to me. Are you touching there, dear?"
 
She couldn’t hold back anymore. "Haaaaaa," a broken, stumbling, desperate voice came out.
"Ohhh, Meera, is your finger inside your pussy now?" He was asking directly, his own voice ragged.
 
She had to answer. "Hmmmm," the quiet confirmation came out between ragged breaths.
 
"Ohh, baby," Arjun’s voice was pure lust. "Are you wet for me, dear?"
 
She wanted him to know. She needed him to know. "Say na.. please. Imagine how hard I am for you. Imagine the way I am stroking it for you, Meera."
 
She closed her eyes. She dragged her fingers through the thick wetness coating her outer lips. She imagined him. [i]He’s stroking… fast… for me. Her middle finger found her hole again – unbelievably hot, tight, wet. She shoved two fingers inside herself, deep, feeling her inner walls clamp down on them. Her hips jerked wildly up off the sofa. Her breath came in sharp, fast pants.[/i]
 
"Are you wet, Meera?" Arjun needed to hear it.
 
"Hmmmm..." her voice was clearer now, more desperate. "Aaahhh!" a soft moan came out on its own as she pulled her fingers out, covered in her slick.
 
Arjun heard it. "Ohh, Meera, touch it hard for me. I am stroking myself in your thoughts, dear."
 
She rubbed her wet fingers hard against her clit, stroking the sensitive nub. Her breathing was too heavy, too loud.
 
"Meera, I can hear you, dear. I can hear your voice for me." She tilted her head to the side, lost in the feeling. Her other hand grabbed her breast hard through her nightie, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, pinching the hard nipple through the fabric.
 
"Ohhh, Meeraaaa..... Aahhhh..." his voice was breaking too. She could hear him clearly now—the wet sounds of his stroking, his ragged breathing, the creak of his bed.
 
Her fingers pushed back inside her slippery pussy, deep, curling hard. She pulled them out and rubbed her clit roughly. Pleasure shot through her, sharp and intense. "Sshshhhsss!" a sharp, loud moan ripped from her mouth.
 
Arjun, hearing this, clearly sped up. "Ohhh, dea... I am seeing you in my imagination, dear.... I see your fingers deep inside your wetness. Ohhh, Meeraaaa... Aaahhh, aahhh..." His sounds were broken, matching the rhythm of his strokes.
Her hips bucked wildly, out of control, against her own hand. Her phone slipped from her sweaty hand onto the sofa, but the earphones stayed in. Her back arched off the sofa, her breasts heaving, her trapped hand kneading her breast and pinching her nipple hard. "Ohhh, aaahhh!" moans escaped her mouth, one after another.
 
She could hear him now, clearly, shaking his dick hard, the sounds wet and frantic. "Ohhhh, Meeraaa, Aaahh...." She imagined it—his hips pumping into his fist. His fingers moving up and down the hard length, the skin sliding, the slick head appearing and disappearing. Each stroke was for her.
 
She could hear his shaky, desperate sounds, his loud moans of her name. "Meera... ah... Meera..."
 
She shoved three fingers into her dripping pussy, fucking herself with them deeply, the sound wet and dirty. "Sssshshhhhsss...." her loud moan filled the room as she gasped for air. Her head thrashed side to side. She could feel her wetness dripping down her inner thighs.
 
"Aaahhhhhh, Meeraaa,,,, aaaaah, cum with me, dear... Meeraa...."
 
"Aaahhhhh!" Meera moaned loudly, the sound coming from deep inside. "Aahhhhh...." She kept fingering herself wildly, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, her knees falling open. "Ssshhhhh, aaaaaahhhhhh..." Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips in a perfect 'O', her chin trembling. Her other hand was a claw on her breast, pressing and pinching hard.
 
"Aaahhh, Meeraaa, cum for me, dear... aaahhhh," his stroking sounds got more violent, she could clearly hear him fucking his fist, fast and desperate. "Aaaaaahhhh, aaaahhhh, meeraaaaa..."
 
"Ssshhhhhh, ooooaaaa!" Meera let out a loud, guttural moan, her body bowing off the sofa. Everything focused on the sensations wrecking her. Her lips trembled and gasped for air; her eyes rolled back under closed lids; her throat worked, making continuous, low moans; her fingers pistoned in and out of her soaked pussy and rubbed her clit in frantic circles; her hips churned and bucked against her hand; her thighs shook violently; her hair stuck to her sweaty face and neck.
 
She exploded. Her body shook with violent, uncontrollable spasms. "Ssshhhhh, hhhhhhhh, aahahhhh... SSsss, hhhhhhhhh, ammmmmm!" Her voice was full of raw, primal need, a continuous, broken sound of release. The muscles of her pussy clenched and unclenched around her fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses. Her juice gushed out, hot and copious, covering her hand, her thighs, her panties, and the leather sofa under her. Her vision went white. Her head thrashed. Her legs kicked out once, then went limp, splayed open. Her arms dropped to her sides, heavy and useless. The pounding of her heart was all she could hear besides his ragged breathing in her ears.
 
She could hear Arjun’s groaning, final sounds on the other end. "Aaaaaaahhhh, Meeraaaaaaa, am going to cum for you, dear..... ooohhhhh, dear... Meeraaa..... oohhhh, ooaaaa, oooohhhhh, ohhh, aaahhh..."
 
She imagined his cock pulsing in his hand, thick ropes of his cum shooting out, landing on his stomach, for her. Because of her.
 
Heavy, tired breathing came from both sides.

"Ohhhhh, Meeraaaa......" his voice was wrecked. "Tell me, did you? Did you come, dear?"
Meera didn’t answer. Her breath was still fast and heavy, her chest rising and falling. Her fingers, still inside her panties, moved weakly, touching her swollen, oversensitive lips, smearing her own wetness.
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[i]No. This isn’t real. How did I do this? Her mind finally went to the other room, where her husband and son were sleeping. The guilt crashed down, cold and horrible.[/i]
 
"Meera, tell me, baby, please," Arjun’s voice came again, soft now, satisfied.
 
Her fingers still brushed over her naked, wet pussy. She couldn’t speak, but her breathing was too high and loud for him to not know she’d came.
 
"Meera, I haven't cum this hard in my life, dear.. it was... Meera, so.. "
 
She cut him off, her words slurred and thick. "Am am... ssorry. Need t-to go." She didn’t wait for a reply. She hung up, the sudden silence in her ears overwhelming.
 
She pulled her hand out of her panties, staring at her fingers, shiny with her own wetness in the dim light. With shaking legs, a deep, cold guilt in her gut, and the smell of sex thick in the air, she slowly, unsteadily, got up from the sofa. She pulled down her nightie, the damp fabric clinging to her skin. She walked on trembling legs back toward her bedroom, toward her sleeping husband and son, each step feeling like a mile, the sound of her own moans and his voice stuck in her head. She had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

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Waiting for the day Arjun disrobing lovely wife of Rajeev and Mom of Aaryan Meera.

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Super update friend.
Soon Arjun should fuck her brains out in her own marital bed and impregnate her with his potent seeds.

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Chapter 20: The Repent

The morning light was too bright and harsh. Meera moved around the kitchen like she was half asleep. Her hands made coffee and toast but her mind was stuck on last night. She felt sick with guilt. It was a heavy, solid feeling in her gut.


Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again. The dark living room. The blue light from her phone screen. She remembered the way her own fingers had moved between her legs, fast and desperate. She could still hear the sounds. Her own low moans. And then Arjun’s voice, rough and close in her ear, groaning as he came. A shiver went through her, part disgust, part a deep, shameful excitement. Sometimes, while she was washing a cup or getting her son’s cereal, a small smile would start to form on her mouth as she remembered the feeling of her own orgasm. Then the guilt would hit her and she would force it away.

She was very aware of her panties. They were the same white cotton ones from yesterday. They felt different now. The fabric was stiff and scratchy right in the center. There was a dried, crusty patch on them. It was her own dried juice, and it rubbed against her skin with every step she took. It was proof of what she had done. A secret stuck to her body.

Rajiv walked up behind her while she was staring at the kettle. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. It was a normal thing for him to do. Meera jumped away from him like his touch was fire. She spun around to face the counter, her heart beating hard and fast.

“Hey… are you okay?” He looked confused. A little hurt.

“Yes, yes,” she said, her voice too high. “It’s just… the kettle. It was going to whistle.” He touched me right there. Right on my panties. Can he feel the crust? Does he know?

“You seem far away. Bad sleep?”

“Just a headache,” she lied, rubbing her temples. “I probably didn’t drink enough water.”

“Take a pill. Aaryan, finish your toast, son. The bus is coming.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. The kiss felt like a lie on her skin.

They talked about normal things. The water bill. The broken geyser. Rajiv said he would call a mechanic. The words were simple and everyday, but they felt fake now. They were just a thin cover for her secret.

After they left, the house was very quiet. She picked up her phone. A notification was on the screen. A message from Arjun.

Arjun: (8:05 AM) Good morning Chandrika. Hope you slept well.

The casualness of it, the pet name, felt like a slap. Slept well? After what we did? She didn't reply. She didn’t write back. Her finger shook. A deep, hungry part of her wanted to type back, to feel that excitement again, to see what dirty thing he would say next. But a bigger, scared part of her yelled to stop. This is how you lose your family. It hurt in her chest. She threw the phone on the sofa like it was hot.

The dried patch on her panties was itchy now. A constant, annoying feeling that would not go away. She went into the bathroom and locked the door. Under the bright white light, she pushed her panties down her legs. She held them up and looked. There it was. A stiff, yellowish-white stain on the white cotton, right over the crotch. For one second, looking at it, a strong memory of last night’s pleasure hit her. The feeling of her own wetness soaking the fabric. The sound of his voice. The power of her climax. She felt a small throb of heat between her legs.

Then the guilt came back, cold and heavy. This is disgusting. This is wrong. She remembered the whole phone call. His words. Her whispered answers. Both of them touching themselves while her family slept in the next room. She felt sick.

She didn't even take her nightie off. She stepped right into the shower and turned the water on as hot as she could stand. She wanted to burn the memory off her skin. She wanted to wash away the feeling of him, the sound of him, the smell of her own betrayal. The wet nightie stuck to her body.

Why did I do it? The question pounded in her head. Am I that hungry for attention? No. Rajiv was a good husband. He held her. He talked to her. He fucked her regularly. It was nice. It was safe. So why? Why do I keep thinking about Arjun? What is wrong with me? She had a nice house, a good husband, a healthy son. She had everything. This is a sickness. This is greed. She made a promise to herself under the hot water: I will not do it again. I will not talk to him again. I will stop this.

She pulled the soaked nightie off and threw it on the floor. She grabbed the soap and started to scrub her skin hard. But as her hands moved over her body, the memories came back. As her soapy hands passed over her breasts, her nipples, already sensitized from the rough washing, hardened instantly. A jolt, purely physical and intensely pleasant, shot straight to her core. Her hand stilled. No. Don’t. She forced herself to move on. When she washed between her legs, her fingers brushed against her sensitive skin. A jolt of last night’s pleasure made her gasp. She pulled her hand away fast. No. She soaped her stomach and remembered his voice saying “Chandrika.” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to make the thought leave. She rinsed off, but it was no use. The memories were inside her now. The sound of his groans, the way his voice broke when he came… it kept playing in her head. She got out of the shower feeling dirtier than when she got in.

The whole day was a fight. She cleaned the house like a machine. Her eyes kept going to the sofa. Then she saw it: a small, darker patch on the light brown leather where she had been lying last night. Her wetness had left a mark. Panic rushed through her. She ran to the kitchen, wet a cloth, and ran back. She scrubbed at the spot, trying to make it vanish, to erase the proof of what she did.

Her phone was quiet on the sofa. The need to pick it up, to see if he had written more, was a physical ache. She walked away. She folded clothes. She cut vegetables for dinner. She walked back into the living room. Her hand reached for the phone, then she pulled it back and made a fist. The fight inside her was tiring. She was trapped in her own house by a stupid phone.

When Rajiv came home that night, he was happy. He hugged her, and this time she made her body stay still.

“Great day at work!” he said. “That new project we did? The client loved it. The whole team did well.”

“That’s great,” she said, making her voice sound happy. The whole team. Arjun’s team.

“Yeah, Arjun especially. He did most of the work. He was brilliant.”

Hearing his name was like a shock. She turned back to the stove.

Later, after dinner and after their son was in bed, Rajiv sat on the sofa—the sofa—and looked at his phone. Meera sat in a chair across from him, pretending to read. Her heart was pounding. She saw him call a number. He put the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Arjun?… Yeah, just calling… Listen, what was wrong with you today?” Rajiv listened. “The presentation was a success! Everyone was happy… But you seemed so quiet. Is everything okay?” Rajiv was quiet, listening to something Meera could not hear. “...Just ‘nothing’? It didn’t seem like nothing… You sure? Parents are okay? Maybe you were lonely after your birthday?…” More silence. “Okay, okay… if you say so. But take care. It was a good day… Okay. Bye.”

He hung up and looked at Meera. “I don’t know. He was so upset. Just kept saying ‘it’s nothing’. Something is wrong. Maybe he was lonely on his birthday.”

Meera’s stomach twisted. She knew why Arjun was upset. It was because of her. Her silence. Her stopping after she let him hear everything last night. A weird feeling went through her—part guilt, part a dark thrill. I have that power. I can make him feel that bad.

“Maybe… maybe he will be better tomorrow,” she said, her voice weak. It felt like a betrayal to both of them.

Before bed, she could not fight it anymore. She picked up her phone. The screen was full of messages from Arjun.

Arjun: (12:17 PM) Meera?
Arjun: (12:45 PM) Chandrika, what happened?
Arjun: (1:30 PM) Are you mad at me?
Arjun: (3:05 PM) Please say something.
Arjun: (4:48 PM) I am worried.
Arjun: (5:55 PM) Meera, I am sorry if I did something wrong.
Arjun: (6:40 PM) Please just tell me you are okay.
Arjun: (8:02 PM) I feel like I ruined everything.

She was staring at the list, her feelings a mess, when she saw his status change to ‘online’. A shock went through her. She quickly locked the phone and put it down, her heart pounding.

Rajiv came up behind her then and put his arms around her. He kissed her neck. “You have been quiet all night.” His hands were warm on her stomach. He wanted to have sex.

Meera went stiff. The guilt was a sharp pain. But a part of her knew she had to do this. She had to act normal. Maybe this would wash the feeling of Arjun away. She made herself relax against him. She turned her head and let him kiss her. She kissed him back, slow and unsure at first.

“Mmmm, that’s better,” he said into her mouth. He kissed her deeply, his hands moving over her clothes.
This is my husband. This is real. Focus on him. But her mind was screaming Arjun’s name.

Rajiv took her hand and led her to the living room. He guided her down onto the sofa. The same sofa. The memory of last night was so strong it was like a third person in the room. Rajiv didn't notice. He took her clothes off, his moves familiar and gentle. He kissed her neck, her shoulders. He held her breasts through her bra, his thumbs rubbing her nipples.

“You are so beautiful, Meera.”

He took her bra off and put his mouth on her breasts, sucking and kissing. It felt good. It always felt good. But her mind was somewhere else. 

He kissed down her stomach, his hands pulling her leggings and panties down. When his lips touched her belly button, the word Chandrika blew up in her mind. She gasped, her hips jumping. Rajiv thought it was pleasure and kept going, kissing lower.

He took his own clothes off and got on top of her. He pushed his cock into her. She wrapped her legs around him, a move she knew well. She shut her eyes tight. Rajiv moved in her with a steady, known rhythm. Be here. Be with your husband. But behind her eyelids, the image was not of Rajiv. It was of Arjun. Of his naked body as she had imagined it. His hard, thick erection, the skin smooth and taut, the head dark and slick. She pictured his hand, the way it would have moved, stroking up and down, the skin gliding over the shaft. The image was crystal clear, unbearably erotic. She could almost hear his groans again, mixing with the sound of Rajiv’s breathing above her. She turned her head to the side and her eyes opened. Her phone, on the table, glowed with a new message. She knew it was from him. A new wave of dirty excitement went through her. Her body was still wet from her husband, but this was different.

She started to move faster, pushing her hips up to meet Rajiv’s thrusts. But her mind was elsewhere her movement was not for Rajiv, but in rhythm with the memory of her own orgasm. She was remembering the sounds Arjun made when he came for her. The desperate, broken way he’d chanted her name. It was for Arjun she was getting close to coming.

“Oh, Meera… yes… it’s so good,” he groaned, surprised and happy by her sudden hunger. “Your body is amazing… so perfect for me.”

His words, for her, somehow made the fantasy stronger. She came with a choked scream, her body shaking, her mind screaming Arjun’s name. Rajiv came soon after, collapsing on top of her, tired and happy.

They lay together on the sofa, breathing hard. Rajiv kissed her shoulder. “That was amazing.” He got up to go to the bathroom.

The second he was gone, Meera looked at the phone. She could not stop herself. She reached over and unlocked it. There were more messages from Arjun.

Arjun: (9:58 PM) I am missing you.
Arjun: (10:15 PM) Please just say something.
Arjun: (10:38 PM) Tell me what I did wrong. I will fix it.

She was sitting naked on the same sofa where she had just let her husband fuck her and where she had fingered herself for another man the night before. The confusion was too much. She saw the typing indicator pop up. He was typing right now. Arousal, sharp and unwanted, prickled through her again, even though she was still wet from Rajiv. The pull was so strong it was scary. With a fight that felt like it took all her strength, she locked the phone and threw it back on the table.

Rajiv came back, smiling. “Ready for bed?”

Meera nodded, unable to talk. She followed him to the bedroom, leaving the phone behind, but the ghost of Arjun’s words followed her. She had gotten everything from her husband—a good fuck, closeness, love. But as she lay in the dark next to Rajiv, her body satisfied but her mind running wild, she knew with a cold, sick feeling that it had not been enough. A part of her was still on that sofa, waiting for Arjun’s next message, already wanting the dangerous, dirty thrill that her safe, loving marriage could never give her. The guilt was a part of her now, and it had a name. Chandrika.

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Chapter continued...

The next morning, Meera did not feel peace. She felt a sharp, sick feeling in her gut. She couldn't stop thinking about last night. She had had sex with her husband, Rajiv. But her mind, her passion, her whole being had been somewhere else. She had been thinking of another man, Arjun. The thought made her feel guilty and sick.


She stood in the kitchen, making tea. Her body felt slow and heavy.

What is wrong with me? she thought. I am a wife. A mother. I have a good husband. How could I do that? How could I think of him while Rajiv was on top of me, inside me? She gripped the counter hard. It is disgusting. I am disgusting. This has to stop. It has to.
She heard footsteps. She jumped. Rajiv came up behind her. His presence made her feel both safe and guilty. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. She felt the whole length of his body against her back and her ass. She went stiff for a second, then forced her body to go soft.

Rajiv: “Good morning,” he said, his voice rough from sleep. He pressed his face into her neck. “You were amazing last night. Seriously. The way you… moved. The sounds you made. It was wonderful.” He kissed the spot right behind her ear.

His words felt like sharp little stabs on her skin. She had been amazing because she was imagining another man, another man’s cock. The lie of it made her want to choke.

Rajiv: “Oh, and I forgot to tell you yesterday. There’s a wedding tomorrow evening. We have to go for the dinner.” He kept holding her, his big hands spread flat on her stomach. “And about Arjun… he was so quiet yesterday. I’m really worried. Can you try to find out what’s bothering him? You’re better at these things.”

I know what’s bothering him! Meera screamed inside her head. I am the problem! I ignored him after… after we almost fucked. I pushed him away, and now he’s hurting. The knowledge was a sharp, painful twist deep in her chest. She felt responsible. And a strange, possessive ache for his pain.

Rajiv: “In fact, I was thinking… let’s have him over for dinner again tonight. I’ll make him come. You can talk to him properly then, see what’s really going on in his head.”

He’s coming here? Tonight? Her mind raced. How can I look at him? How can I sit across from him, knowing I wanted him, knowing I touched myself thinking about him? But under the panic, a dark, thrilling excitement sparked deep in her belly. She would see him. She could talk to him. Explain. Maybe see his eyes light up again for her. The thought was a powerful pull between her legs.

Without even thinking, she turned around in his arms. She looked up at his kind, concerned face and felt a confusing mix of love and shame. She leaned up and gave him a quick, soft kiss on his cheek.

Meera: “Haan, theek hai. Main dekhungi.” (Yes, alright. I’ll see.)

Rajiv smiled, happy, and kissed her back properly on the lips before leaving for work. Meera stood frozen after he left. She felt a little relief. The decision was made. But more than relief, she felt a hot, bubbling happiness. She was going to see Arjun.

After Rajiv left, the house felt different. Lighter. She picked up her phone. Her heart was pounding. The last message from Arjun was from last night. Just her name. ‘Chandrika.’ He hadn’t been online all morning. He was still in the pain she caused. But he had reached out. A slow, real smile spread across her face. He was waiting for her.

She started to hum as she cleaned the kitchen. There was a new swing in her hips as she wiped the counters. She decided to make his favorite dessert, a special rice pudding. Each step felt like a secret message just for him.

Around 11 AM, before her bath, she checked her phone again. No new messages. A little thread of worry started in her stomach. Her phone rang. It was Rajiv.

Rajiv: “Meera? Arjun didn’t come to the office today. And he’s not picking up his phone. I’m getting a little worried now.”

Meera’s worry got bigger. “Achaa? Pata nahi kyun…” (Oh? Don’t know why…) she said, trying to sound normal.

Rajiv: “Haan. I’ll try him again later. About dinner… I’ll try my best to bring him. You prepare, okay?”

Meera: “Haan, theek hai.” (Yes, okay.) She hung up, her mind racing. Where is he? Is he so upset he skipped work? The thought was too much. She picked up her phone and typed a message.

Meera: Arjun, where are you?
She put the phone down, her heart beating hard. It buzzed right away.

Arjun: Meera, I am sorry. Please forgive me.
The message was like a relief. He wasn't mad at her; he was saying sorry! He thought he had done wrong. A huge wave of tenderness washed over her. She played along, a little smile on her face.

Meera: Kya? Chandrika nahi? (What? Not Chandrika?) Then, she added, “Rajiv was saying you are not at office and not picking up the phone. Ab theek ho ke jaldi office jao. Be a good…” She stopped before typing ‘boy’. She didn’t want to bring that up yet.

Arjun: Sure, Meera.
His simple reply made her smile wider. He was listening.

Meera: Kyaa? Chandrika ko bhool gaye ho kya? (What? Have you forgotten Chandrika?)

Arjun: A blushing emoji. That was all. It was enough. She felt pure joy. They were connected again.

Feeling light, she went for her bath. The warm water ran over her skin. She tried not to think sexy thoughts, tried to block out the feeling Arjun always caused in her body. But her eyes looked down at herself. She watched the water run over her tits. Soap bubbles stuck to one of her nipples. She watched, fascinated, as a single drop of water formed on the hard tip of her nipple. It clung there for a second, then started a slow, cool path down the curve of her breast.

His tongue… The thought hit her, hard and vivid. She imagined Arjun in the shower with her. His head would be bent down. His dark eyes would look up at her. His tongue, just the very tip of it, would dart out. It wouldn't be to taste her, but to catch that single drop of water from her nipple. The image was so clear she could almost feel it—the slight rough feel of his tongue, the incredible softness of his lips just brushing against her hard nipple. A violent shiver went through her whole body. Goosebumps broke out on her arms and legs even though the water was warm. A familiar, unwanted heat pulsed low in her belly, right in her pussy. She felt a distinct, slick wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the shower.

No! She shook her head hard and turned the water to cold for a brutal few seconds. What happened was a mistake. It was too much. It can’t happen again. She scrambled out of the bathroom, drying herself roughly with a towel, trying to rub away the feeling and the powerful picture in her head.

There was a missed call from Rajiv. She called him back, her breath still a little fast.

Rajiv: “Meera! Good news. Arjun came to the office just now. I had to really pressure him, but he’s agreed to come for dinner.”

Meera: “Achaa? That’s good. How… how is he?” she asked, trying to sound normal.

Rajiv: “Better than yesterday, I think. But still… lost somewhere. Distant. You’ll see tonight. Try to talk to him, okay?”

Meera: “Haan, theek hai.” (Yes, okay.) She hung up, her heart flipping over.
He’s coming. He’s lost because of me. And I will find him. Her feeling for him grew, a warm, protective feeling mixed with the thrilling want to see him.

She stood in front of her bedroom mirror, putting on lotion. Her skin was still pink from the shower. Her eyes went to her reflection, to her tits. Her nipples were still hard, from the cold water or from her thoughts. The image of Arjun’s tongue came back, even more detailed. She imagined him not just catching a drop, but his lips parting. The tip of his tongue would flick against her hard nipple, not once, but over and over, a soft, steady touch that would make her legs feel weak. She could almost feel the gentle pull of his mouth, the light scbang of his teeth…

She shook her head hard. No. No more. She dressed in simple, modest clothes, a high-necked kurti and loose pants. Fabric that hid her shape, that wouldn’t ‘start’ anything. She went to the kitchen and started cooking with all her focus, putting her mixed-up feelings into the food. She made the rice pudding for him, stirring the milk and sugar carefully. Each stir felt like a sorry and a secret gift for him. She checked her phone a lot, but there were no new messages.

Evening came. She heard the car pull up, then the front door open. Her heart began to pound. She heard Rajiv’s happy voice call out, “Meera! We’re here! The dull boy is here!”

Meera had to press her hand to her mouth to stop a laugh. The dull boy. If only Rajiv knew why his ‘boy’ was so dull. The private joke, something only she and Arjun shared, sent a thrill through her.

She walked into the living room, smoothing down her kurti. Their eyes met right away. Arjun stood behind Rajiv. She could still see the shadow in his eyes, a sadness that pulled at her heart. But seeing him, right there in her house, sent a powerful jolt through her body, a zap of pure connection that pushed her guilt aside for a second.

They sat down to eat. She was super-aware of him sitting close to her. She made sure her bare foot was placed where his could easily brush against it. It was like she was waiting for him to be naughty. She would not have pulled away. A deep, hidden part of her wanted him to press against her. She would have allowed it. She imagined his foot touching hers, his toes slowly moving up her ankle, under the bottom of her pants. The thought was so real it made her breath catch. She would have allowed that. She might have even let his hand ‘accidentally’ fall on her knee under the table, a fast, secret touch. But he didn’t. He kept to himself.

She tried to catch his eye, giving him small smiles. But he looked at his food, only glancing at her once or twice before looking away. A pain of sadness hit her. He’s really hurt. Later, reaching for a water glass, she let her hand brush against his arm. He flinched and pulled his arm away fast, like her touch burned. Meera looked at him, her eyes wide with a silent question, but he wouldn't look back. It became a frustrating, silent game. She’d feel him looking at her, but when she looked up, he’d be staring at his plate or the wall.

After dinner, she was cleaning up in the kitchen, her feelings a mess. She heard footsteps and her heart jumped, thinking it was Arjun. But it was Rajiv.

Rajiv: “Kuch pata nahi chala,” he said, leaning in the doorway. (Couldn’t find out anything.) “Usse baat kar. Main Aaryan ko sula ke aata hoon.” (You talk to him. I’ll put Aaryan to sleep and come.)

Meera’s heart pounded. This was it. She heard Rajiv in the other room.

Rajiv: “Arjun, main Aaryan ko sulane ja raha hoon, thodi der mein aata hoon.” (Arjun, I’m going to put Aaryan to sleep, I’ll be back in a bit.)

Arjun: “Theek hai, main bhi chalta hoon.” (Alright, I’ll leave too.)

Rajiv: “Nahi nahi, ruko. Tumse discuss karna hai.” (No no, wait. I need to discuss something with you.) Then he called out, “Meera! Zara Arjun ko company do.” (Meera! Keep Arjun company for a bit.)

Meera leaned against the kitchen shelf, taking a deep breath. I won’t do anything wrong. I won’t. I just need to talk to him. I need to see him smile. I need to make him happy again. She saw her reflection in a shiny silver dish. She quickly fixed a piece of hair, pinched her cheeks for color, and took another breath before walking into the living room.

Arjun was sitting on the sofa, the same sofa where she had gotten herself off thinking about him. His elbows were on his knees, and he was staring at the floor. He looked up as she came in, his eyes meeting hers for a second before looking away, lost. His eyes then landed on the lavender flower in a vase on the table—the one he had brought for her. She had kept it alive. A small, real smile touched her lips. He saw it, and his face softened a tiny bit.

Gathering her courage, she didn’t sit across from him. She walked over and sat down right beside him on the sofa, leaving only a small space between them. He looked at her, surprised. She held his look, her eyes soft and begging.

His hand was resting on the sofa cushion between them. Slowly, giving him every chance to pull away, she reached out and put her hand gently on top of his. His skin was warm. The touch was electric. Her hand shook a little against his. He didn’t pull away. He just looked down at their hands, then back up at her face, his eyes wide, the sadness in them now mixed with confusion and a new, dawning hope.

She leaned in closer, closing the gap between them until the side of her breast was almost touching his arm. She could feel the heat coming off his body, a warmth that seemed to go right through her clothes and into her skin. Her voice, when she spoke, was a whisper, sweet and full of feeling.

Meera: “Arjun… itna dull kyun ho? Hamein tension ho rahi hai tumhare liye.” (Arjun… why are you so dull? We are getting worried for you.)
He shook his head. “Nahi… aisa kuch nahi hai…” (No… it’s nothing like that…)

Meera: You should not be dull again please.

Arjun nodded his head, a small smile finally touching his lips.

Right then, they heard the bedroom door open. Meera jumped back, snatching her hand away like she’d been burned, and stood up fast, putting a big space between them. Rajiv walked in, smiling.

Rajiv: “Kya hua dull boy ko? Abhi theek ho gaya?” (What happened to the dull boy? Is he better now?) He clapped Arjun on the shoulder.
Meera had to look down to hide her smile. The ‘boy’ thing again. She glanced at Arjun and saw a light pink on his cheeks. He felt it, too.

Meera: “Haan… shayad yeh boy kuch miss kar raha tha,” she said, her voice playful. (Yes… maybe this boy was missing something.)

Rajiv: “Kya miss kar raha tha, Arjun?” Rajiv asked, honestly curious. (What were you missing, Arjun?)

Arjun suddenly got flustered. “Aise kuch nahi… bus aise hi… main bilkul theek ho jaayega… Thanks a lot… just missing back home.” (It’s nothing… just like that… I’ll be completely fine… just missing home.)

Rajiv: “Arre yaar, ab yeh sab chhodo… be a happy boy.” (Oh come on, leave all that now… be a happy boy.)
The word ‘boy’ hung in the air. Meera and Arjun’s eyes met across the room. A shared, secret understanding passed between them. Meera let a slow, naughty smile spread across her face, her eyes holding his for a moment too long, letting him see her amusement, her shared secret.

Rajiv and Arjun talked for a while more about work. Meera kept busy in the kitchen, her heart feeling light. Later, when she was in the washroom, she heard the front door close. Rajiv called out, “Meera! Arjun left. He was waiting to say goodbye to you, but his Uber came quickly.”

She felt a pinch of disappointment but it was covered by happiness. The night had ended well. They were connected again.

She picked up her phone before bed. There was no message from him. She typed one.

Meera: Arjun.

The reply came fast.
Arjun: Meera.

Meera: Kya hua? Bool gaye aapka Chandrika ko? (What happened? Did you forget your Chandrika?) It was a bold move, claiming their intimacy again. She needed him to know her mind was back with him.

Arjun: No. Never. It’s always in my mind.

Meera: Then what happened to you, Arjun? Be good… She sent it, carefully not saying ‘boy’ this time.
She waited. There was no quick response. Just as she was putting the phone down, she typed one last thing.

Meera: Be a happy boy.

A blushing emoji came back instantly from Arjun. She put the phone down, a deep feeling of satisfaction and warm want settling over her. She fell asleep, her thoughts not filled with guilt, but with the memory of his warm hand under hers and the promise in his blushing emoji. The problem wasn’t fixed, but it was put aside, replaced by the thrilling surety of their secret bond.

[Hotyyhard]

excellent bro

[Projectmp]

Amazing update. The tension is so intense now

[Projectmp]

Arjun played his cards well. Meera has developed soft corner for him.

[satya203]

I'm waiting for the next update.

[Hotyyhard]

next update?

[sexycharan]

Awesome going

[পোস্ট বক্স]

Update please

[Dinesh5]

Hot update bro