Adultery Noida wife's descent into Quicksand ( New Novel)

[Mukul@99]

Such a fantastic read. Your writing is so engaging; I was thinking about the characters and couldn't wait to find out what was going to happen next.

[SilverArrow]

Such a fantastic read. Your writing is so engaging; I was thinking about the characters and couldn't wait to find out what was going to happen next.

Thanks so much for your encouragement and support.. means a world

[SilverArrow]

The Sunday morning sun filtered weakly through the winter haze, turning their balcony into a quiet little cocoon. Monica and Rakesh were sipping coffee at the small table outside, still in their night clothes — she in a loose satin slip that barely reached mid-thigh, he in just boxers. The plan they had set in motion with Bagha was now real, and the air between them hummed with that familiar mix of excitement and nervous energy.
Rakesh set his mug down and leaned back, stretching. “So… today’s the day we meet Sadlur. I’ve been thinking. Meeting him right inside the basti feels too risky. Let’s do it smarter. Near the market area —under that big banyan tree. Public enough that nothing funny can happen, but quiet enough for a proper chat. You talk to him one-on-one. I’ll loiter around pretending to buy veggies and groceries… keep an eye on you the whole time. Safety first, baby. At least we know I’m right there if anything feels off.”

Monica tilted her head, a slow, sassy smile spreading across her lips. She crossed her legs, the slip riding higher on her smooth toned thighs. “Hmm… I like it. My protective husband playing bodyguard while I handle the dirty work”

She took a sip of coffee, eyes sparkling with mischief. “But Rak… what exactly do I even ask him? ‘Hi, I’m the memsaab who needs high quality gaanja for my NRI friends’? Sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud.”

Rakesh chuckled,

“Be straightforward, Mon. It’s just gaanja — super common here. No need to overthink or act shady. Tell him the truth: we’re going to Manali with college friends from the US, we want really good quality stuff for the trip, and we heard he’s the guy who can supply it fresh. Keep it casual, confident… like you. You’re good at that.”

Monica raised an eyebrow, playful but a little uncertain. “Alright… but I’m wearing something decent today. No cleavage parade for the entire bazaar to enjoy. I don’t need random uncles and shopkeepers getting a free show while I negotiate with him” She stood up, stretching languidly, the satin slipping off one shoulder. “Give me twenty minutes to get ready.”

By late morning they were at the western end of the local market, under the sprawling banyan tree whose thick roots made natural benches. The place was busy but not crowded — weekend shoppers, vegetable vendors calling out prices, the faint smell of fresh coriander and onions in the air. Rakesh had parked their car a little away and was now casually browsing a vegetable cart twenty metres from the tree, eyes never leaving Monica.

She stood under the tree looking effortlessly elegant in a fitted green turtleneck sweater that hugged her full breasts and narrow waist, paired with snug white trousers that accentuated the curve of her taut, round ass. Her long hair was tied in a loose ponytail, kajal-lined eyes calm and confident. She looked like any well-off wife waiting for her husband..
Rakesh’s phone buzzed with a text from her: He’s here. Stay chill, baby ?

Sadlur arrived exactly on time, riding a well-maintained Royal Enfield. He was exactly as Bagha had described — rough, ugly in a brute sort of way, heavily muscular with thick arms and a broad chest that strained against his faded grey shirt. Short-cropped hair, a jagged scar above one eyebrow, and a thick moustache. But his demeanour was surprisingly professional — calm, no-nonsense, the kind of man who didn’t waste words.

Monica stepped forward with a friendly smile as he killed the engine and swung off the bike. “Hi… Sadlur ji? Bagha saab spoke about you. I’m Monica.”

Sadlur gave a small nod, eyes flicking over her once — slow, appreciative, but not crude. “Haan memsaab. Bagha ne bataya tha. Boliye… kya chahiye?”

Rakesh pretended to inspect tomatoes but his gaze was locked on them. He watched Monica laugh lightly at something Sadlur said, then lean in a little as she explained — the Manali trip, old college friends flying in from Los Angeles, the need for “really good quality” stuff so the whole gang could relax properly in the mountains. Her voice carried just enough for Rakesh to catch fragments: “...not the weak stuff, Sadlur ji… something fresh, strong… we’re going to be there for 2-3 days ”

Sadlur listened, nodding professionally, but his eyes kept drifting — tracing the way her turtleneck stretched across her chest when she gestured, lingering on the swell of her ass when she shifted her weight. Monica handled it with perfect sassy confidence — smiling, meeting his gaze straight on, even teasing lightly when he asked about quantity.

Rakesh felt a strange twist in his stomach: pride mixed with a sharp, uncomfortable heat. His wife was standing there, bold and beautiful, chatting up a dangerous-looking dealer like it was the most normal Sunday errand.

Then suddenly, Sadlur said something low, gesturing towards his bike. Monica’s eyes widened for a split second, then she thought for a while and nodded. Before Rakesh could process it, she swung one long leg over the pillion seat, holding Sadlur’s broad shoulder for balance. Her fat, round ass prominent due to the fabric of her plazo pants squeezed tightly into the narrow seat behind him..She settled in close — very close — her chest almost brushing his back as she adjusted her grip.
Rakesh’s heart slammed against his ribs. He pulled out his phone instantly and typed on WhatsApp : What’s happening? Where are you going?

Her reply came as the bike started : Everything okay, baby. He’s a good guy. Says he’s not here from tomorrow — has to go out of town. His godown is just on the other side of the highway. He’ll supply it right away. I said yes. Chill.
Rakesh watched the bike roar to life. Monica’s arms went around Sadlur’s waist as they whizzed past him. Her ass looked even more prominent pressed against the seat, thighs snug against the man’s hips. The bike disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust.
He stood frozen for a second, vegetables forgotten. Another text from her a minute later: Listen ! You go home and relax… I’ll be right back after this.

Rakesh walked back to the car slowly, pulse still racing. On the way into the building he crossed Bagha at the gate. The watchman gave him a quick, knowing glance — nothing said, just a slight nod. Rakesh wondered if Bagha had any idea where his wife had just gone on the back of Sadlur’s bike. He went upstairs absent mindedly.

Almost an hour and twenty minutes later the doorbell rang.
Monica stepped in looking fresh, cheeks slightly pink from the cold ride, ponytail a little messy. She was carrying a small, nondescript black polythene bag. She kicked off her shoes and grinned at Rakesh, who was standing in the living room

“Mission accomplished, baby,” she said sassily, holding up the bag. “Four top-quality packets — fresh, sticky, smells amazing. Sadlur was actually a fun guy, nothing alarming honestly"
Rakesh looked at the packet as Monica continued " I waited outside the godown — it’s just an old paints warehouse on the highway side. He went in, came out with this, i paid him .. and then.... then he offered me chai. I thought it would be rude to say no… so we had chai inside. Nothing weird. Then he dropped me right back near the market.”

She walked over, ass swaying, and pressed the bag into Rakesh’s hands. “See? Good stuff, right?”
Rakesh examined the packets, relief and that same twisted heat mixing in his chest. “Looks decent… Vishal and Deepak are going to lose their minds.”

Monica laughed, that bold, sassy laugh he loved. “Even me and Saloni plan to get properly sloshed in Manali, not just the boys. Fair’s fair.”
He set the bag down and pulled her close, searching her face. “The guy was safe, right? No red flags?”
Monica smiled, tilting her head with pure mischief. “ Yea...Well-mannered, professional, even cracked a couple of jokes. Just looks scary with that big, muscular body of his.” She paused, eyes sparkling. “Why? Were you worried for me, Rak?”

“A little,” he admitted, voice low.

Monica bit her lower lip, stepping even closer so her breasts brushed his chest. “You should have seen me getting on his bike… I had to hold his shoulder and literally squeeze my ass into that tiny seat behind him. The bastard had taken up the entire space — I had to sit all close and cozy, thighs pressed against him the whole way.” Her voice dropped into that teasing, erotic lilt. “And on both trips — to the godown and back — the ride was so bumpy… my nipples got so hard from the vibration and the cold wind. I could feel them poking against my bra, all sensitive. Then the lucky bastard started closing in deliberately, leaning back a little more on every turn so his broad back pressed fully against my tits. It was like he was making sure he felt every single brush… that slow, constant boob massage the entire ride. I was so conscious, Rak… but what could I have done ? "

Rakesh’s grip on her waist tightened, a low groan escaping him. The image of his wife pressed tight against that rough, muscular dealer flooded his mind. “Fuck, Mon… so the dealer literally had the most sexy customer of his life today. Imagine him riding with your soft, full tits rubbing all over his back — that constant massage must have driven the bastard mad. Bet he’s still hard thinking about it.”
Monica giggled, playful , leaning into the joke. “Oh totally. Poor guy probably had the best ride . Every bump and I was practically giving him a free tit-job from behind. He even slowed down once or twice on purpose, I swear — like he wanted to enjoy it longer.”

Rakesh grinned, voice dropping dirtier. “Lucky slum bastard. Most men in that basti only get to jerk off thinking about you… and he got the real thing — your hard nipples dragging across his back for an hour. Bet he’ll be replaying it tonight while he strokes himself.”
Monica laughed again, but when the jokes turned even filthier - she placed a finger on his lips, still smiling but firm.
“Alright, alright… let’s not build too many fantasies now,” she said jokingly, eyes twinkling. “We got the stuff, mission accomplished, and I’m home safe. No need to turn one bike ride into a full porno in our heads, baby.”

Rakesh smiled,
Monica rolled her eyes with a laugh. “Now , we should call Vishal and Deepak…and confirm if all the bookings are done. We leave Friday morning right ? ”
Rakesh nodded, already dialling, but his mind still radiating heat !


Pics ::


Monica with Sadlur on the Royal Enfield

[Mukul@99]

Your characters feel incredibly real; I am so invested in their journey. Is the wife going to miss the trip ?

[SubmissiveSwati]

Your characters feel incredibly real; I am so invested in their journey. Is the wife going to miss the trip ?

that sounds like the real possibility

[Ramukakalegend]

Very solid progression.... like how story is developing. Adore the intricate details of the each scene, the dialogs, the subtle gestures of Monica, and the reactive geatures from other men... looking forward to the trip. But wud love to see her venturrs within the basti.. esp with the "gaanja man". Hope it evolves into some raunchy escalating encounters.....
No need for sex immediately... but whenever the opportunity is ripe.

Also try to add the images within the story paragraphs where its referrred to. Not at end of update.
Well done on the visuals created so far.

[SilverArrow]

The Friday morning air was thick with December fog, turning Noida into a sleepy, ghostly version of itself — deserted roads, streetlights still glowing faintly, the kind of quiet you usually only find in hill stations at dawn. It was barely 6 AM when Monica and Rakesh stepped out of their building,  the car’s headlights cut through the mist as Rakesh started the engine, the heater humming softly.

Monica settled into the passenger seat next to Rakesh, looking effortlessly hot in a fitted cream colored turtleneck that hugged her full, heavy breasts and a pair of snug denim jeans that clung to the generous curve of her taut, round ass. Her long hair was tied in a messy ponytail, kajal-lined eyes still sleepy but sparkling with excitement. She stretched her legs, the fabric stretching tight over her thighs.

As they merged onto the empty Delhi-Shimla highway, the world outside still wrapped in milky white fog, Monica turned to Rakesh with a playful little smirk.

“Baby… did you send Bagha up to our apartment this morning for something?”

Rakesh glanced at her, startled, one hand on the wheel. “No… why? I didn’t send him anywhere.”

Monica raised an eyebrow, that sassy glint already in her eyes. “Because when I was getting dressed, he suddenly walked into our apartment like he owned the place.”

Rakesh’s eyes widened. “What? Wait… he told me while I was loading the luggage that he wanted to check the electric fuse on our floor. The main door was open, Mon… I thought you’d locked it behind me.”

“Well, it wasn’t locked. I was standing in the bedroom in just my bra, hunting for this cream sweater I wanted to put on... The bedroom door was ajar… and suddenly there he was, Bagha Saab, standing right there in the living room, staring straight at me.”

Rakesh’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, a rush of shock and dirty excitement flashing across his face. “Holy fuck… he saw you like that? Just in your bra?”

Monica nodded, biting her lower lip, her voice dropping into that bold, teasing lilt she knew drove him crazy. “Yep. Full view from the back.. ..  I was turned slightly sideways, searching the cupboard, so he got a nice long look at the side swell and the way my nipples were poking against the lace from the cold morning air. I somehow yelled, ‘Bagha Saab! What are you doing here?’ and slammed the bedroom door shut so fast I almost knocked the mirror off the wall.”





Rakesh let out a low groan, eyes flicking between the foggy road and his wife. “And what did he say?”

“He got all apologetic instantly,” Monica continued, her tone turning playful . “Kept saying, ‘Sorry madam ji, main toh sirf fuse check karne aaya tha… blah blah.’ I told him he should have at least knocked once before walking in like that. He kept apologising, looking all guilty… but I could see that hungry little flash in his eyes before he turned away. Since we were already running late, I just let it go. Told him it was fine and to lock the door properly on his way out.”

Rakesh shook his head, half shocked, half turned on. “Fuck, Mon….. I should have bolted the damn door from outside.”

Monica reached over and squeezed his thigh, her touch lingering. “You should have, Rak. But it’s okay… it was my mistake also ..i should have checked as well... But just imagine the audacity of the Bihari watchman, just strolling inside seeing the open door...Pretty weird shit honestly ” She laughed, the sound low and sassy.  The car stopped at the tool naka.


“These Bihari watchmen, I swear… they all have that same shameless stare. Probably goes and jerks off in his cabin thinking about my tits bouncing while I slammed the door.” Monica said as she paid the toll tax.

Rakesh chuckled, the tension easing into their favourite kind of dirty playfulness. “Thank God ..we are away for a week..  will be less awkward for you baby"

Monica grinned, leaning closer, her full breasts pressing against the seatbelt. “Oh totally. .I dont know how will I face that bastard again ....and the evil networks he has in the slum ..fuck!!!! "
" He is bloody connected ..Monica ... may be i should just pay him 500 rupees as bakshish next time i meet him " Rakesh said while trying to overtake a slow moving truck.

Monica smiled ....

"He is an ass Rak ...Imagine him telling the other guys in the basti tonight — ‘Arre yaar, aaj subah Monica memsaab ko bra mein dekh liya… full side view, kya size hai yaar ...pure nipples bhi sab dikh gaya’” She mimicked Bagha’s voice in a husky whisper, making Rakesh laugh harder.

Rakesh glanced at her, eyes dark with lust and amusement. “Quite a start to the trip you had baby ...”

Monica winked, squeezing his thigh again. “That’s why you love me, baby. Keeps things spicy.” She leaned back, watching the fog slowly lift as the sun climbed higher, revealing stretches of empty highway ahead. “Now relax and drive properly. Vishal and Saloni are coming by flight… we just got a message that operations are delayed because of this damn fog. No point rushing like maniacs if they’re still stuck at the airport.”

Rakesh nodded, smiling as he eased his foot off the accelerator a little. The road opened up in front of them, the winter sun finally breaking through the mist, painting everything in soft golden light.

[SubmissiveSwati]

good progress but short

[Mukul@99]

The imagery in your writing is incredibly vivid—I could see the setting perfectly. Just wondering .. you are testing waters or is this your style of writing ?

[SilverArrow]

The Friday morning sun had finally burned through the last traces of fog by the time they crossed the toll naka on the Delhi-Shimla highway. Haryana stretched out before them — endless stretches of flat fields, golden wheat stubble, and the occasional cluster of mud-brick houses under a clear, crisp blue sky. The air was pleasantly warm, the kind of winter sunshine that made everything feel alive and lazy at the same time. Traffic was almost non-existent; just the occasional truck rumbling past and the soft hum of their car engine.

Monica leaned back in the passenger seat, that naughty, sassy smile already playing on her lips. She pulled out the small packet Sadlur had given them, and started rolling a joint with practised ease — the same expert way she used to do it in college.

“God, this stuff smells so fucking fresh,” she murmured, licking the paper slowly. She rolled one perfectly for herself, then glanced at Rakesh with a teasing glint. “You sure you want one, baby? Weed this strong might make your driving  really difficult”

Rakesh grinned, eyes on the empty road. “Fuck it. Give me one. I will manage!”

She lit hers first, took a long, deep drag, and passed it to him. The smoke filled the car with that sweet, earthy scent. Monica exhaled slowly, her full breasts rising and falling under the fitted cream turtleneck as the first wave hit her. “Mmm… this is the real deal. Sadlur didn’t lie. I’m already feeling the kick”

They smoked in comfortable silence for a while, the highway unwinding ahead. After the second joint, even Rakesh — who had been driving straight — started feeling the buzz. His shoulders relaxed, a lazy smile spreading across his face. By the third slow, shared joint, both of them were properly high, the weed working its magic — euphoric, horny, and deliciously uninhibited.

Monica stretched like a cat, her turtleneck riding up to show a teasing strip of smooth midriff. “Baby… pull over somewhere. I need cigarettes. And you look like you’re floating already.”

Monica got down at a paan shop next to the highway to buy cigarettes as few men oogled shamelessly at that tight taut ass as if they wanted to spank her.

When Rakesh restarted the engine , he felt his hands shaking a little....Rakesh chuckled, voice a little thick. “Yeah… I’m feeling it too. Dizzy as fuck in the best way.”

Monica lit a cigarette and warned Rakesh " Rak you are high now and you have been driving non stop babe.. lets take a small break no ?"

Rakesh nodded absent mindedly.

He took a slight detour off the main highway onto a narrow village road. Tall grass swayed on both sides, the fields empty except for a few distant farmers. He found the perfect spot — behind an old, dilapidated brick wall half-covered in vines, next to a small sparkling stream. The car rolled to a stop, completely hidden from the highway. It was serene, photogenic, almost cinematic: golden sunlight, tall grass rustling in the gentle breeze, the soft gurgle of water nearby.

Monica stepped out first, phone in hand. “This place is straight out of a postcard. Wait, let me take some pics.” She posed against the wall, then in the grass, snapping selfies and a few videos, her snug denim jeans hugging every curve of her taut, round ass, the turtleneck stretched tight over her heavy breasts. She looked radiant, high, and irresistibly fuckable.

She came back to the car after a few minutes, cheeks flushed from the weed and the sun. Rakesh was already out, leaning against the hood, eyes dark with that unmistakable high-horniness. Without a word he pulled her close and kissed her — slow at first, then deep, hungry, tongues sliding together. The weed made everything feel electric.

“Fuck, Mon… you look so hot right now,” he growled against her mouth, hands sliding down to squeeze her plump ass.

Monica moaned softly into the kiss, grinding against him. “Mmm… I can feel how hard you are already, baby.”

In a sudden burst of kink, Rakesh grabbed the hem of her turtleneck and yanked it up and off in one swift motion. Monica gasped, now standing there in just her skimpy white lace bra ! Her full, heavy D-cup breasts looked absolutely obscene in the bright sunlight: the underwire pushed them up high and together, creating a deep, soft valley of cleavage, while the sheer lace cups barely covered the lower half, leaving the upper swells spilling out heavily. Her dark, hardened nipples poked prominently against the thin fabric, clearly visible and begging for attention. The bra made her tits look even bigger, rounder, and raunchier than usual — the kind of view that would make any man lose control.

“Rak! What the hell… we’re in the middle of nowhere!” she hissed, half-shocked arms instinctively crossing over her chest for a second.

Rakesh’s eyes were glazed with lust and weed. “It’s completely safe, baby. Look around — no one for miles. That wall blocks everything. No cars, no people. Just us.”










Monica still hesitating at this sudden public exposure, her Bra straining hard against her huge tits..

.He pulled her closer, kissing her neck. “Come on… I want to see you like this in the open sun.”

Monica hesitated again , the public thrill mixing with the high. Then she grinned, bold and sassy as ever. “You’re such a dirty pervert when you’re high… but fuck it. I’m too buzzed to say no.”

She let her arms drop, standing there topless in just the bra, the sunlight making her smooth, fair skin glow. They kissed again, deeper, more urgent, then tumbled onto the soft grass behind the wall, laughing and rolling together like horny teenagers.

After a few minutes of lazy making out and dirty whispers, Monica pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, her heavy breasts swaying heavily in the bra, nipples scbanging against the lace with every movement.




She looked down at him with that wicked, open-minded sparkle. “So… you want me to blow you quickly, baby? Right here? "

Rakesh groaned, nodding eagerly. “Fuck yes. Nothing hotter than a public blowjob Monica..thats like ultimate”

Monica smiled and teased" Are you sure you ready for it ? We are open in public mister!'

Rakesh " Mon, cut the tease and start it quickly!"

Monica tied her long hair into a messy bun with the hair tie from her wrist, giving him a slow, teasing smile. “Then watch me, Rak. I’m going to make this the sloppiest, dirtiest blowjob you’ve ever had. Your cock is going to be dripping with my spit by the time I’m done.”

She smiled like on a mission and slid down his body, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang out, already rock-hard and throbbing from the weed, the head glistening.

She wrapped her soft hand around the thick base, stroking slowly as she looked up at him, her heavy tits jiggling in the bra with every movement. “Mmm… look at this big, thick cock. All mine and so fucking hard already. You’ve been leaking since I told you about Bagha seeing my tits this morning, haven’t you?

Rakesh groaned loudly, hips bucking. “Fuck, Mon… you’re such a dirty girl. Suck it deeper… show me how much you love being my public whore. Those tits look so fucking obscene in that bra right now.”

Monica laughed softly around his cock, the vibration making him twitch. She took him in deeper, lips stretching wide, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head with expert rhythm — slow and teasing at first, swirling her tongue around the swollen cock head, licking every vein, then taking him all the way to the back of her throat with wet, gagging sounds.

"Slpppp..Slpppppl ..Slppppppppp" the sound echoed around the wall as Monica sucked her husband cock right there in open wearing just a lacy Bra. She looked like an expert totally in control and was now having the entire length of her husband cock totally inside her mouth. She let out a faint groaning sound appropriate to the kind of expertise she had in sucking , slow , rhythmic and intense having the entire manhood of her hubby well inside her pretty mouth. She slowed down purposefully to ascertain if Rakesh could withstand the pleasure only to start more vigorously with lot of unmatched venom!
Spit dripped messily down her chin and onto her sprawling cleavage, making the lace bra glisten and turning the valley between her heavy breasts shiny and slick. She used one hand to stroke the base firmly while the other cupped and gently massaged his balls, rolling them in her palm. Every few strokes she pulled off with a loud, obscene pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, stroking him fast and talking filthy between breaths.

“Look the poor you Rak , look like you wont survive another minute " Monica joked as she dove back down, sucking harder, tongue flicking the underside relentlessly, making loud slurping noises that echoed softly in the quiet field. She even pushed her heavy breasts together with her arms, letting the head of his cock slap wetly against the soft, spit-slick flesh of her cleavage between strokes. “Mmm… you want to cum on these tits too, baby? Or should I swallow every drop like the greedy little wife I am?”

Rakesh was groaning like a pig now — deep, guttural, animalistic sounds — his hands tangled in her hair as he fucked her mouth harder. “Shit… Mon… you’re too fucking good at this… I... i will ..… gonna cum… fuck… swallow it all, baby…”

Monica moaned encouragingly around him, speeding up, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. She wanted it messy, wanted every drop. She took him as deep as she could, throat relaxing, milking him with her tongue and lips until Rakesh’s balls tightened and he started cumming hard — thick, heavy ropes shooting straight down her throat. Monica swallowed greedily, gulping down load after load, but there was so much that some escaped the corners of her mouth, dripping messily down her chin and landing right onto her sprawling, heaving cleavage. The warm cum trickled slowly between her pushed-up breasts, making the white lace glisten obscenely in the sunlight.

Just as Rakesh’s orgasm peaked and he was still twitching, pumping the last spurts into her mouth, the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle engine cut through the quiet. It was getting closer.

Monica’s eyes widened in panic even as she swallowed the last of him, pulling off with a wet gasp. A thick string of cum and spit still connected her lips to his cock for a second before breaking.

Rakesh was still panting, cum leaking from the corner of her mouth and smeared across her cleavage. The bike was approaching fast along the dirt path near the wall — two rough-looking  men on it, clearly curious why a  car was parked behind the old wall in the middle of nowhere.

“Shit… Rak… someone’s coming!” she hissed, quickly grabbing the thin shawl from the car bonnet and wrapping it around her shoulders over the bra. It barely covered anything — her heavy, cum-streaked breasts still strained against the lace, nipples clearly visible, the shawl doing little to hide how topless and messy she was.

Rakesh fumbled to zip his pants, still dazed and panting from the orgasm. The bike slowed down near their car, the riders peering curiously.

Monica stayed crouched behind the wall, heart hammering, the thrill of almost getting caught mixing with the lingering high and the taste of him still on her tongue. “Rak… go see what they want. Take them away from the car… distract them. I can’t walk to the car like this — I’m  topless in this fucking bra with your cum all over my tits. My sweater’s still inside. Just get them away for a minute so I can run and change.”

Rakesh nodded nervously, face flushed, trying to look normal as he stood up on shaky legs. “Yeah… yeah, I got it. Dont make sound Honey.”

He walked towards the bike, forcing a casual smile, while Monica peeked from behind the wall, pulse racing, the shawl clutched tight over her cum-glistening cleavage.

It was already turning into the filthiest adventure of their lives.

[SubmissiveSwati]

nice cliffhanger

[Ramukakalegend]

Short update, good images plz update fast

[Mukul@99]

Love the way you structured it with such a unique perspective & made it so interesting! A story with heat and substance. Looking forward for the next chapter.

[SubmissiveSwati]

another one bites the dust

[tweeny_fory]

wow bhai you kept us on the cliff hanger
till now everythingwent smooth and as expected
so what do the couple do
who is the intruder?

[SilverArrow]

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Rakesh reached the rear of the car, pulse racing. Two tall, thickly built men sat on heavy Royal Enfields, engines idling. Both were dark, sun-burnt, with thick bushy moustaches and the kind of powerful frames that screamed years of tough service. The older one — around 39 or 40 — had sharp, predatory eyes that scanned everything at once. He would be around 6 feet tall with biceps big enough to lift his heavy bike. He looked even more ominous when he got out after turning down the engine of his bike. His Shirt stretched tight across a broad hairy chest with thick black hair peeping out of the open top shirt button. The younger one, four or five years junior, looked less intimidating— though he also had a physique which spoke of either cop or military.

Rakesh got his heart pulsating, are they really cops , he tried to push a brave face...
"Ji Bhaisaab"

The taller thicker man raised a hand politely and spoke with eased authority “Sorry to bother you Bhaisaab ,  We had a puncture. Do you have a tyre puncture kit? " The man walked ahead in confident strides,, the second man added  "Mister ... It’s hard to find a workshop on this stretch of the highway… ”

Rakesh felt a rush of relief. They are neither cops nor most probably knew what they were doing ! “Yes, I have one. Let me get it.” Rakesh still stammered ...

He turned towards the boot, buying time. Monica, hearing everything, tiptoed quickly to the passenger side, reached through the open window, grabbed her cream turtleneck, and pulled it over her head in one frantic motion. The fabric stuck slightly to the drying cum on her cleavage, but she was atleast covered. She let out a shaky breath.

The taller man watched Rakesh with calm eyes. Rakesh smiled " Ji , its on the other side of the hood , wait I will get it "

“Thank you Bhaisaab "

Monica stepped out from behind the wall, fully dressed now, cheeks still flushed. She recognised them instantly — the same two men from the dhaba paan shop earlier. They had actually helped her give change when she stepped down to buy cigarettes!

Tezpal’s eyes flicked to her, lingering a second too long on her chest, as if he could sense something was off beneath the sweater.

Rakesh pulled out the puncture kit from behind the hood and gave to the taller heavier man .

The man took it " Thanks Bhaisaab , Bahut shukriya Ji , by the way I’m Tezpal. This is my colleague Jung Bahadur.
We are both from the para military ... Are you guys in  for a holiday ?"  
Tezpal spoke slowly while adjusting the rear wheel over the spanner - his  biceps thickening as he pushed the spanner hard ...
Rakesh nodded " Ha bhaisaab , travelling to Manali ..you guys ?"

Monica was searching for a bottle of mineral water , her mouth still filled with Rakesh's cum which she could not swallow whole..

The man named Tezpal greeted Monica by waving his hand " Hello Memsaab"

Monica rinsed her mouth and smiled " Namaste Bhaisaab, thanks for the change , us time jaldi pe thi so I couldn't ask you guys your names "
The other shorter guy spoke for the first time in a weird Hindi " Memsaab I am Jung Bahadur and he is Tezpal!! "

They chatted for a while and as things turned out they were both heading to Manali
" This is our old ritual.. every new year we take leave and explore the mountains .. You guys are coming from Delhi ?"
Tezpal asked trying to replace with the spare wheel.
" No Noida Tezpal ji " replied Rakesh as both he and Jung bahadur helped him to push the replaced the wheel.

Rakesh pushed the spare wheel over the arc , forcing a smile. “Noida? Small world… we’re from there too.”
" Woow which sector ?" Monica asked
" 65 " Jang Bahadur started the bike as a dust bowl erupted behind the wheel
" Thats close , we just shifted to sector 62 , by the way I am Monica and my hubby Rakesh "


“Let me guess you guys are Sharma ? ” Tezpal said, voice smooth and warm,
“ No .. we are Patel , but yea Monica's maiden name is Sharma" Rakesh grinned

Tezpal chuckled, “Thanks Rakesh bhai , we are done boss! Bahut shukriya again ”

The conversation flowed a more as Tezpal and Jung Bahadur sat on the grass to wash hands "
Monica asked politely " Bhaisaab you need water to wash ?"

Tezpal: “No Memsaab , we are soldiers , used to dirt and mud by the way where you guys work? ”

Rakesh : “Yes, I work for Delhi metro and my wife in a manager in a Life Insurance company ! You both look like proper soldiers though. Border duty must have been tough.”

Tezpal: “It was tough, but we enjoyed it. Now in Delhi cantonment , it’s a bit more peaceful.”

Jung Bahadur: “How long are you staying in Manali?”

Monica: “About 3-4 days. College gang reunion. Old friends from the US are coming.”

Tezpal: “Sounds like a lot of fun. If we bump into each other there, we must have a drink. After all we are Noida neighbours ”

Rakesh grinned and waved at them.

They whizzed past in their noisy bullet when Monica smiled " Fuck what was that Rak ? We were almost caught !" Monica exhaled as Rakesh followed the bikes.
" Yea good little adventure No ? " Rakesh giggled ...

Monica made a face " What would have happened if these two saw me topless? Have you looked at their sizes .. would have taken me surely behind the wall and made me suck their cocks as well !"
" Relax , baby .. they are patrol officers " Rakesh said while over taking a slow moving car

Monica giggled " by the way you fucking came like a buffalo .. must have poured gallons on me "
" Shona , if you get naked in full open and lick my balls the way you did .. you expect anything else "
" Ok hero , dont make me horny again , concentrate on the road , mountains are starting "
As they reached the Himachal Pradesh checkpoint, they again met Tezpal and Jung bahadur.

The official looked at Rakesh and said " Sir , dont drive alone on the mountains with madam !" Then looking at Tezpal said " Bhaisaab you guys travel together, safe for all of you!"
Monica asked little worried " why but ?"
" Dacoits madam , Chalie drive safely .. good night "

Jung Bahadur assured Rakesh firmly " Dont worry lets go together, you follow our bikes "

They reached Manali by night. The hotel was beautiful, wooden balconies overlooking snow-dusted peaks. But the road was torture , dimly lit , deserted and highly unsafe.
The roads were dug up in between with shady men oogling at them at the dead of the night.
When Rakesh switched off the ignition of his car , he knew how helpful Tezpal and Jung have been , it would be really risky without them ,
Monica told Rakesh " Man , how sweet and responsible both are , escorted us right at the gate of the hotel in this fucking freezing winter "
Rakesh nodded and got out of the car and shook Tezpal's iron fist in gratitude " you both were saviors Tejpal ji "
Tejpal smiled " koi nahi .. you guys take rest , we will get going !"
Rakesh interrupted " Hey Tejpal .. whats this ? You guys escorted us all the way and where will you both go in this freezing night ?"
Jung laughed " dont worry hero , we are used to it "

Monica protested " No tezpal ji , not fair , its snowing around and you guys dont have bookings .. do one thing stay with us here no?  !"

Tezpal shook his head " Aree memsaab No No , this is your private booked property , we have a nice hotel in the mall dont worry " He started the ignition of the bike ..

Thats when the hotel receptionist came forward
" Saab the road to city is closed due to snowfall , we have a very nice spare room , please stay here , we will give you good discount, please Sir business is really bad , so we give you discount, dont go anywhere "
Jung Bahadur looked at Tezpal and laughed " This guy is pleading Boss , what say ?"

Tezpal put his hands on the receptionist and told " Thik hai , tension mat le , saab log ke samaan andar le ke ja "

Rakesh chuckled " Thats more like it guys , I m sure you will like the property "

Tezpal nodded " Yea"

Monica teased Tezpal " Dude , when I requested .. look how you guys were giving all excuses and when this receptionist spoke , you were all bought , huh how do you know their business is bad huh ?"

Rakesh and Jung laughed as Tezpal said " Because we did not want to be trespassers Monica, Simple!"

" Come on Tezpal , you can do better!" Monica playfully smiled..
They all chatted over coffee at the reception as they gathered around a fireplace

" Are you still scared of the dacoits Memsaab ?" Now it was turn of Jung Bahadur to tease Monica
" When exactly did I tell I was scared mister ? " Monica snapped back playfully...

Rakesh smiled  " Come on Mon , dont be so ungrateful, atleast accept  you were trembling in the car !"

Monica protested laughing " Rakesh you are supposed to be on my side " all of them laughed heartily

Soon , Jung Bahadur brought out a large bottle of Single malt whiskey and said to the waiter to arrange for ice and coke.

Monica said " guys, I am really tired , you guys bond over whiskey, I will call it a night tonight please dont mind !"

Tezpal protested" Rakesh tell your biwi man , she has the best collection of jokes , she cant go away like this!" Jung nodded and said " No No you stay " and  neatly served whiskey on all four glasses ..
Rakesh sipping the whiskey winked" Mon one glass please !"

" Guys! I am just so damn sleepy trust me, i would just doze off here , better i will listen all the fun stories tomorrow morning huh !"

Tezpal got up and told Rakesh " Okay ..Rakesh ji you guys take up the bigger couple room , we will manage in the smaller room with separate beds What say Jung ? "

He nodded and drank the whole glass.

Monica looked at her husband and said " There is only one key ...I will not bolt the door  you get in just by pushing "

" Ok honey good night "

" Good night Rak, Dont drink too much you are already tired"

" No , i wont baby , you go and sleep!"
As Monica walked slowly away , both Tezpal and Jung did not miss the sexy jiggle of her ass under the tight skinny jeans , the kind of ass both soldiers dreamt of spanking and fucking during the harsh winters of North India. They would sit in their freezing bunkers and yank off under the blanket till their thick cocks ached and turn blood red ! Jung bahadur thought there is no way he can sleep today without shagging thinking about Monica's ass. Just that he was so horny he wanted a room all for himself where he could have shagged in peace.

The moment she closed the door of her room, Monica yanked off her turtleneck and then the cum-stained white lace bra in one quick motion. The dried streaks were still visible on her skin. She tossed the bra onto the bed . She wanted to sleep naked , but the men were drinking right outside the room. So she wore a tiny flimsy slip which unfortunately covered nothing and crashed on the sack !


The next morning in Manali was crisp and bright, the kind of winter sunshine that made the snow-dusted peaks sparkle like diamonds. Monica woke up first, almost naked in the flimsy slip , her body pleasantly sore and sticky in all the right places. Rakesh was snoring softly beside her. She slipped out of bed, the dried streaks of yesterday’s cum still faintly visible on her heavy breasts, and padded to the bathroom. A quick hot shower washed away the evidence, but the memory of that public blowjob — and the two men who had almost caught her with Rakesh’s load dripping down her cleavage — kept her pussy tingling.

By the time Rakesh stirred, Monica was already dressed in a soft white sweater that hugged her full tits and a pair of tight black leggings that made her round ass look obscene. She kissed him awake with a filthy little smile.

“Morning, baby. Ready for the gang to arrive? Or should I suck you off again before they get here?”

Rakesh groaned, pulling her down for a deep kiss. “hhhhh Mon. That blowjob yesterday… fuck, I still can’t believe you swallowed me like that in full open.”

Monica laughed, grinding against his morning hardness. “And I still have the taste of your cock inside me , But save it for later. Today is our reunion day.”

By late afternoon, the dream get-together finally began. Vishal and Saloni arrived first, looking exhausted from the delayed flight but beaming the moment they saw Monica and Rakesh in the hotel lobby. Deepak rolled in an hour later from Chandigarh, and the five of them exploded into hugs, laughter, and longing love,their eyes glistening with pure tears!!

“Finally! Two whole years, you bastards!” Vishal boomed, pulling Rakesh into a bear hug. Saloni squealed and tackled Monica, kissing her cheek.

“Monica, you look even hotter than before, you bitch! Marriage suits you.”

Deepak grinned, slinging an arm around both women. “College gang is back, baby! ”

They spent the whole evening and late into the night in the cozy lounge by the fireplace — five old friends who were more family than friends. Tezpal and Jung Bahadur joined them after dinner, invited by Rakesh. The two men sat a little apart at first, but the whiskey flowed and the conversation turned loud and easy.

Vishal raised his glass. “To old friends and new adventures”

Saloni clinked glasses with Monica. “And to finally getting sloshed together again. I missed this so much.”

The talk flowed naturally, jumping from topic to topic as old friends do.

Rakesh: “Pollution in Delhi is killing us, yaar. Noida is no better now.”

Vishal: “Tell me about it.. You guys still breathing that poison every day?”

Monica laughed. “We moved to a quieter satellite town. Less pollution, more peace… much cleaner air”

Tezpal, sipping his whiskey slowly, smiled at her across the table. “Come on I smoke 10 cigarettes a day , Delhi air cant be worse ”

Monica met his eyes with a calm, sassy smile. “Exactly Tezpal ji , its not that bad media makes it to be , I agree”

Jung Bahadur chuckled. “Arre madam, these bastard media houses are all competing to destroy India ”

Monica shrugged playfully. “ Chill maro Jung bhai , no one can till we have soldiers like you ”

Saloni pulled Monica " babe you have cigarette ?  , come no .. you guys continue..we will join in sometime!"

Saloni went out with Monica ,   while the men talked politics inside

Saloni (softly, giggling): “Fuck, Mon… Tezpal hasn’t taken his eyes off your tits the whole night. That man is eye-fucking you so hard I can feel it from here. Look at those arms… I bet he could pin you down, rip your leggings off and fuck you senseless without even breaking a sweat.”

Monica whispered back, biting her lip, voice low and filthy. “Saloni please he .. he is a soldier .. have some respect!!”

Saloni’s eyes widened, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “God, I’d let him ruin me in a heartbeat. Bet his cock is thick and veiny, the kind that stretches you so wide you can’t walk straight the next day”

Monica stifled a soft laughter,  “Stop… you’re making it worse. Dont give the horny bastard easy chances!! ”

Saloni giggled quietly. “We’re both such whores. Tomorrow we’ll compare notes if that dangerous bastard tries anything.”

Monica winked.

The group conversation continued, loud and lively.

Deepak: “Trump is back in the news again. Geo-politics is going crazy.”

Vishal: “Man, the world is on fire. Parents keep asking when we’re having kids. Saloni and I are like — give us a break, we’re still young!”

Saloni: “Exactly! we’re too busy living first.”

Monica: “Same here. Rakesh’s parents keep dropping hints”

Saloni looked at Tezpal " hey Tezpal , what about you , you are married ?"

“Yaa , madam . Though Jung Bahadur is still searching for a girl.” he smirked

Jung Bahadur smiled dry and raised his glass. “To new friends and old memories!”

The night stretched on — politics, parents, pollution, Trump, border stories from Tezpal and Jung, college nostalgia from the five friends. Whiskey flowed freely. Laughter echoed in the wooden lounge.

Later, when the group finally broke up for the night, Saloni pulled Monica aside for one last private whisper near the staircase before retiring for the night

[Kalyan143]

good start of story still characters are coming up

[threshlegend]

Good continuation. Well utilization of previously introduced characters. Not a fan of using soldier characters but lets see.
Solid change in font size, but size 6 or maybe even size 5, shudbe sufficient.