Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang

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She smiled and then stripped the sports bra off. Kamal caught his breath as her breasts spilled out,

full and heavy and perfect, each globe topped by a soft pink bud. Her nipples were like pencil erasers, and

when they were hard, they stood out a good way from her body. They were super-sensitive too—just a little

rubbing and she’d be moaning, and even a gentle pinch was too much for her—both in terms of pain and

pleasure, she said.



Luckily, he knew to be gentle.

Right now, they were soft...but Kamal could already see them start to pucker as she stood there staring at the

camera. She might have been hesitant, but a part of her clearly liked the feeling of being watched. She felt an

unknown thrill exposing herself to the camera even if its her husband on the other end.



She kicked off her running shoes and then lowered her hands to her shorts...except she didn’t just lower

them. They kind of skimmed down her body, as if to draw attention to her trim waist. It wasn’t exactly like a

stripper would do it on stage—this was Athidi, after all: his sweet, innocent wife. But it had just a hint of

stripper about it. She was getting into it.







Her thumbs hooked into the shorts and she slid them down, taking her panties with them at the same time.

She was shaven down to a neat triangle of hair there, the silky brown curls not quite hiding her delicate pink

lips. She flushed again as she exposed herself completely to him, her cheeks turning a crimson red due to

shyness, but there was a sort of pride, too.

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She stepped in to the shower..... as per Her husband requested she adjusted her laptop to view clearly and

Athidi went under the shower.....







               Fresh water was limited, so the showers were on a timer, she’d told him. Sixty seconds of water.

Sixty seconds of watching her naked body glisten as she turned and stretched her arms overhead, getting

every inch of her wet. Her breasts shone as they bounced and for a second, Kamal almost considered

stroking himself...but that would be weird, right? He found himself wishing there wasn’t a camera on his end,

so he could do it without her knowing. Kamal by looking his own wife's bathing nudely.... his organ get

hard. And kamal started stroking slowly but not reveling to his wife..




Kamal caught himself and reddened. This was his wife he was watching! He shouldn’t be thinking of her like

some slut on a website, and secretly jacking off to her!





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             The water stopped and she grabbed the bottle of shower gel. The idea was that you got wet, soaped

up and then used another sixty second blast of water to rinse off. Of course, while the water was off you were

left shivering and, as she frantically rubbed the shining green goo into her skin, Kamal could see her nipples

harden. Then she slapped her hand against the button again and gasped in relief as hot water crashed down

over her. This time Kamal was unable to stop his hand straying down to the front of his pants as he watched

her rub her breasts...and then, to his delight, one of her hands slipped down between her thighs.



Her eyes fluttered closed and, private for a moment, Kamal started to rub himself even as he watched her

begin to do the same. He couldn’t believe she was playing with herself, right in front of him. Had she

forgotten the camera was there, or was she doing it for his benefit? Either way, Kamal ate it up, staring

intently at the screen as her fingers played over her lips...and then slid between them.





After finishing her bath.... She trying to off the shower...

Too soon, the water switched off and she pulled her hand away, then grabbed for the towel.

But that time  Nitesh was so engaged to watching beauty and continue stroking

focused on what she was doing, he forgot to snatch his own hand away from his cock until it was too late.

She stared at the camera in amazement and then stepped closer. “Were you doing  hand job.. —”

Kamal flushed. “No!” he swallowed. “OK, a little. Sorry. You just looked so...hot!” So I did this.... Sorry...

Now she blushed. “Really?” she said shyly. She pulled the towel around herself. “OK. Um. I have to go.” And

she ended the call, without a kiss or an I love you.


For long minutes afterwards, Kamal was terrified. Had he angered her, or disappointed her? She’d known he

was watching...surely, she must have guessed what he’d be tempted to do? On the other hand, it was the

first time he’d ever watched her play with herself—had he freaked her out?



After he thinking like that...... Already evening..... came.... Then.... Athidhi open the laptop and..

She sent him an instant message later that evening. “  I think you liked me watching. I think. Want to watch

me again sometime?”

Kamal with a beaming smile sent back, YES!!!


Each and everything has been clearly viewing by her hubby....


Dream of hubby:
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       The morning light danced through the blinds, casting a series of sharp lines across the tiled floor.Athidi

stood in the centre; her breaths heavy from the exertion of her run. Her hair clung to her damp forehead as

she reached for the towel hanging from the rack. With a swift motion, she wiped the sweat from her face, the

fabric leaving a trail of coolness in its wake.


Her eyes fell on the mirror, reflecting an image of a woman flushed with the warmth of exertion. The

tightness of her skin spoke of the effort she had put into her jog, and she couldn't help but admire the way

her muscles rippled under her smooth, moist surface. Her hand travelled down to the zipper of her tracksuit,

tracing the line that separated the fabric from her bare flesh.





             



With deliberate slowness, Athidi began to peel the suit away from her body. She revelled in the sensation of

cool air against her heated skin. The garment pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, standing

in nothing but her sports bra and panties. The material clung to her curves, outlining the firmness of her

thighs and the roundness of her buttocks. A smirk played on her lips as she reached behind to unhook her

bra, letting it fall to the floor and free her breasts. They bounced gently with the motion, their tips already

peaked with arousal.






The showerhead hissed to life, spraying warm water over the glass enclosure. Steam began to fill the room,

fogging the mirror and blurring the edges of her reflection. She stepped into the embrace of the water,

feeling it cascade down her back and run in rivulets down her legs. The heat washed over her, relaxing her

muscles and heightening her senses. Taking the bar of soap from the shelf, she began to lather her body. Her

hands moved in lazy circles, starting at her neck and shoulders, savouring the slickness against her skin.




Her breasts were next, the soap gliding over her firm mounds with a gentle touch. She took her time, her

thumbs flicking over her nipples, watching as they grew harder under her ministrations. The sensation sent a

delicious shiver down her spine, making her legs quiver. With a low moan, she allowed the soap to slip lower,

her stomach muscles tensing in anticipation. The scent of lavender filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma

of sweat and the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.


Her hand slid down her flat stomach, tracing the line of her pussy. which already wet with desire, and she felt

her clit swollen with need. Taking a deep breath, she began to massage herself, her movements slow and

deliberate. The water pattered against her skin like a soft drumbeat, echoing the rhythm of her own pulse.

The heat from the shower enveloped her, adding to the building tension between her legs.

Her eyes widened in shock when the shower door slid open. In the steam-filled room, a fully nude muscular

man stepped in. His skin was slick with water, and his eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent a bolt of

excitement through her. Athidi's hand froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt the sudden intrusion

like a jolt of electricity, the tension in the room shifting from one of solo pleasure to one of shared,

heightened desire.





The man's gaze raked over her body, lingering on the spot between her legs where she had been playing. A

smouldering smile spread across his face, and he took a step closer, his foot splashing in the pooling water.

She could see the outline of his arousal growing against his muscular thigh. His movements were purposeful,

unhurried, and Athidi felt her own anticipation spiral higher.

Her eyes remained locked on his, the surprise giving way to curiosity. His thumb traced her lower lip, and she

felt her mouth open slightly, inviting his touch. He took advantage, his hand sliding down to her chin and

tilting her head back. The water continued to cascade around them, muffling the world outside and leaving

them in a cocoon of heat and steam. His other hand found her wrist, guiding it away from her body.

He stepped closer, the warmth of his body pressing against hers. His erection brushed against her thigh,

sending a jolt of desire through her. Without breaking eye contact, the man took the soap from her hand and

began to lather her body with the same slow, methodical strokes she had been using. His touch was firm but

gentle, sending shivers down her spine as he explored every curve and contour.



Athidi's breaths grew heavier as his thumb traced her bottom lip, and she felt the urge to bite it, to claim

some semblance of control in this unexpected situation. But she didn't. Instead, she parted her lips and took

a shallow breath, the steam swirling around them as the tension grew.
         


The man leaned in, his eyes dark with lust, and claimed her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue slid

against hers, the soap from her hand mixing with the taste of him. The kiss was hungry, a declaration of

intent that sent a tremor through her body. Her hand, now free, found its way to his chest, feeling the

strength beneath the slick skin. His muscles rippled under her touch, and she realized with a jolt that she had

missed this – the feeling of power and masculinity, the scent of a man's desire.

Athidi's right hand hypnotically moved closer to his thick manhood. She watched the scene unfold in the

foggy mirror, as if it was being played out in slow motion. Her fingers closed around his shaft, the soap

making the contact smoother, more erotic. She began to stroke him, her movements matching the rhythm of

his kiss. The soap bubbles danced around his cock, catching the light from the shower and casting

shimmering reflections on the tiles.



                   His hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck, holding her in place as his kiss grew more

insistent. The sensation of his hardness in her grip was exhilarating, a silent symphony of passion that played

in sync with the pounding of the shower. His hips rocked gently against her palm, urging her to go faster,

harder. The water cascading over them added to the rhythm, a natural crescendo to their silent melody.

Athidi's eyes never left his in the mirror, the reflection of their bodies intertwined like a living painting of lust.

Her strokes grew more confident, her hand moving in a sensual dance as the soap created a slick, erotic

barrier between her skin and his. The water droplets caught on the tip of his cock, glistening like jewels in the

soft light. Her own arousal was palpable, her breaths coming in ragged gasps that matched the tempo of her

hand. The background was slowly getting brighter by each passing moment.



Even when it was getting harder to clearly see one can hear the man's moans which grew louder, vibrating in

her mouth as his kisses grew more urgent. His hand left her neck to cup her breast, squeezing gently as his

thumb circled her nipple. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure through her, making her legs quiver and

her core tighten. She could feel his cock swell in her grip, and she knew he was close. His hips began to buck,

pushing into her hand with increasing desperation. And then there was a blinding white light and Kamal

woke up from his sleep glistening with sweat and a raging hard on.



Kamal thought.... Ohh... God.... This is a dream.    He got some relief but under his pants a big hard on he felt.. .....

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And then there was a blinding white light and Kamal woke up from his sleep glistening with sweat and a raging hard on.

Kamal thought.... Ohh... God.... This is a dream.    He got some relief but under his pants a big hard on he felt.. 

Wow - Kamal dream sequence is just too hot. 
Loved it - As if we were seeing it happen in real time. Wonderful post.
Guess Wifey's push into debauchery would come from Kamal itself.

[Suresh@123]

Wow - Kamal dream sequence is just too hot. 
Loved it - As if we were seeing it happen in real time. Wonderful post.
Guess Wifey's push into debauchery would come from Kamal itself.

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After that hot erotic dream, Kamal's fantasy growing more... He  mentally don't like but physically aroused.

When Kamal got up on the morning of the third day he went straight to the shower. He was still thinking of

the dream he had; he still was sporting a hardon and instinctively his hand went to his cock and he applied

some soap and started stroking his cock vigorously. His eyes closed trying to visualise what he has seen in his

dream. He knew it was his wife  Athidhi with someone else but he couldn’t help but get aroused by the

thought of such  a scenario.

When he was done with self-pleasure and his morning chores he came out of the bathroom and

took a look at the living room, where the remains of last night’s takeout still stood, and made a decision.






Left alone, guys generally revert to cavemen pretty quickly—if  kamal  just let things slide, Athidh would return


to find him thirty pounds heavier, lying sprawled on the couch surrounded by beer cans and pizza boxes,

eyes red from Netflix binges and video games. That wasn’t right—she was out there working her ass off on

the island for them, he thought.

So, he cleaned up, hit the gym and then worked his ass off all day. By evening, he was exhausted, proud…and

horny.


While he thinking about  everything happened the series  and he is looking towards the latap for......... Then


suddenly the laptop chimed( vibrated)  call from Athidi then he immediately Kamal accepted the call...and He

was looking at some guy he didn’t know. Black hair cut....... and short hair.... the person had......

short and a dark shadow of stubble around his chin. He wore jeans, but with a white shirt...not a roughneck,

then—some sort of administrator? He thinks....

He had a deep tan and dark brown eyes, a hint of North Indian about his

looks. He grinned into the camera as he saw me. “It’s on!” he called.

Athidi appeared from off camera. “Oh! Thanks! Hi, Rahul. . .Rahul was just leaving, but he was curious to see

you. Say ‘hi’!” Athidi told to Kamal...

Kamal waved, awkwardly. He was caught completely off guard—Rahul ooked to be bigger than him, his wide

shoulders stretching his shirt. “Hi.” And Rahul continues....

“We’ve all been helping Athidi settle in,” Rahul said. “Don’t worry—we’ll take good care of her.” He grinned

again and Kamal felt stupid for his awkwardness—he seemed friendly enough.

Athidi herded him out of her room and pushed the door closed behind him. She was turning back to Kamal

as it finished closing, so she didn’t see what  Kamal saw over her shoulder: Rahul standing in the corridor,

giving one last, longing look at her.


Kamal thought, ‘what exactly had he been doing in her room?’

He ten brushed the thought off thinking that ‘I am being paranoid! It was ridiculous—Athidi wouldn’t be

interested in Rahul except as eye candy, and she was completely faithful. The poor guy was just horny—hell,

I’d only been without my wife for a few days and I was already feeling it. How long was it since the crew of the

island had had a woman—months? I should let him ogle her, just to throw him a bone.’

The crew, they also do eye contact to Athidi and they will feel happy... I also

same like without Athidi.... felt so..... They will also feels... same like mine". Kamal him 

self thinking. 



Kamal felt that familiar dark ripple pass through him, again some cock loading fantacy entered him. except

this time with a twist. He’d always secretly liked the fantasy of seeing his wife with another man, even if he’d

never allow it in reality. And he liked the idea of corrupting her, just a little—being the one to suggest

something.

With a wicked smile he thought, ‘What if.... No. That was crazy.’. Then Athidi looking towards Kamal....

“Are you okay?” Athidhi asked, and Kamal realized that he hadn’t spoken yet and was lost in his thoughts.

Kamal then came into senses and asked her “Sorry. How are you? How’s work?”

They chatted about her day and he told her proudly how he’d cranked out his work. And then the

conversation turned to the crew.



“It’s okay,” she told him. “I eat breakfast with them—the food’s better than you’d think. Some of them make a

few off-colour jokes, but most of them are okay. They look at me a lot, but they don’t do anything.” Athidi

told to Kamal.... about her colleagues and crew.  Then Kamal asked her one more question

“And what about Rahul?”  Kamal asked casually.

Then Athidhi: “He’s sort of the quartermaster—provisions and things. He’s stopped by a few times. He’s

responsible for getting the mail to us, and getting anything from shore that people want. The guys always

want...you know—” she flushed( shyness) . They likes “Porn.”

All those guys, without a woman for months...Athidhi walking amongst them must be like a gift from the

gods. Kamal thinking inside his mind.

Kamal wondered how many guys’ fantasies she was appearing in, and the idea made his cock twitch.



“Anyway,” she said, “I was asking him if I could get a few things for my room, since I’m going to be cooped up

here so long. Just something to go on the walls.”

Kamal nodded. But he was thinking of the look Rahul had given her, as the door closed.

Athidi asked “About last night,” she said, and Kamal  snapped back to the present.

“Was it okay?” Kamal asked. He could feel himself tensing up. “I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything.”

Athidhi shook her head. “It was fine.” She lowered her eyes. “Better than fine.”

She let that hang there for a few seconds.

“Would you like to do it again?” Kamal asked carefully.

She bit her lip. God, she was even more beautiful when she was a little unsure, a little nervous. She seemed

so innocent on the surface, but he was starting to realize that there were dark fantasies swirling beneath.

finally with shyness she told you want “Another shower?” she asked at last.

Kamal looking She was back in her jeans and sweatshirt tonight, her breasts visible as enticing swells

beneath the soft fabric.

Kamal: “What if you started by taking off your clothes—right here in front of the camera?” he asked.

She stared into his eyes for a moment and then got up.

Kamal caught his breath, worried that he’d offended  her


And then she locked the door and sat back down. A second later, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head,

and then the tank top she wore beneath.









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Great update. Slowly this bastard is changing her to a bitch

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