Adultery My Fiancee's Happiness

[Yesudoss]

Super update

[Sarran Raj]

Waiting for kunal to take the virginity of isha

[Lucifer8797]

Isha walks through a university lab , her hourglass shape readable under modest cloth, narrow waist and wide hips, fair luminous skin, cat eyes and Rohan sits at a faculty desk in the background watching her




Isha and Rohan in a quiet university corridor at night after graduatiin

[Lucifer8797]

Isha and Rohan first kiss at their gate



On return to pure after their engagement Rohan looking at isha's waist and hips, aroused



Isha checking herself out at Svaita's boutique



Isha intentionally slipped her pallu to give glipse of her cleavage to Rohan to get him excited and aroused



Isha and Rohan's first smootch.. deep kiss

[Lucifer8797]

Kunal teaching Rohan how to hold isha like his wife



After encouragement finally rohan held her and kunal clicked picture



Isha instructing rohan to keep quite and let Kunal speak on speaker so she cna hear what they talk



Isha spending time with Rohan in his village while also checking images sent by Kunal



Kunal's first bold touch as he set Isha's necklace to click picture





Isha happily getting picture clicked feelings increasing between both while Rohan is a spectator in backend

[Lucifer8797]

Guys i am working on sexual images and generating gif's of sexual scenes as well but its taking time as i have to make sutre character remains same in generated images as well still trying my best for that.. soon sexual scenes gifs and images will also you will be able to see.

Was able to generate some images but still will take time for more..









Some moments of isha during her 1st masturbation..

[Ajay Kailash]

Don't waste time in finding images the story is going well.

[Hotgiri]

Please add gif also to story, pics are awasome

[Lucifer8797]

Don't waste time in finding images the story is going well.

Dont worry bro author is already working on story and if atory get ready before gifs and gof generation taking time
Then story will be posted dont worry on that

[Lucifer8797]

Please add gif also to story, pics are awasome

Thanks bro trying hard to keep them comsistent but in sexual scenes it might be hard to do so that you might have to adjust abit

[Hotgiri]

Ok bro no worries, but from next post pls add pics in between paragraphs so it will be great experience for reader instead of adding at the end of update

[sakurasan]

Chapter 7 This is it

The next morning, sleep had given Rohan clarity. The jewellery-shop panic was calmed, and he could think without his chest locking.

In theory it was simple. If some random pornstar on a screen could fuck Isha in his head and leave him hard and spent, why not Kunal. Same kind of cock. A man he already trusted with his life. The dream had even handed him the face.

In reality he was not ready to decide anything. One wrong move could hurt her, hurt Kunal, or hurt himself, and he was sure of only that. Until he understood what he could live with, he would not push any of them into it.

A plan came. A new blockbuster had opened at their favourite multiplex. The tragic love story half the campus was already quoting. He opened the booking app and took three seats dead centre in a row close under the balcony. No aisle on either side. If they sat together, Isha would have to take the middle. He scrolled up, found one empty seat in the balcony almost above those three, close enough to see everything and too far to hear a word, and booked that too. He added a large popcorn to the order.

Saturday he kept it light. He messaged Isha first and kept it plain: Sunday afternoon at their multiplex for the new film. She replied with three heart emojis and a demand for popcorn. Then he messaged Kunal for the same show and screen, told him to come early, and left her name out of it. Kunal sent a thumbs-up.

Sunday afternoon he parked at her building and waited. Isha walked out in wine chiffon. The blouse underneath was bright, so the thin chiffon went almost see-through, her belly button clear through the cloth. She came down the path like a diva on a red carpet, each step sure, the chiffon moving around her hips.

His mouth went dry. His hand went to his phone. He could still call Kunal and cancel. Then the thought came. This was the real test, what he would feel if she and Kunal sat together as more than friends. His hand left the phone.

She slid into the car already smiling, talking about the trailer she had watched twice.

At the multiplex entrance, she had her hand in his when she saw Kunal waiting near the poster wall. She stopped.

“What is he doing here?”

Kunal turned at the same second. His eyes went from Rohan to her and his brows rose.

“Arre. You brought company.”

Isha looked at Rohan. “You did not tell me.”

“I did not tell him either,” Rohan said. “I thought we could all watch. You two are friends now. Reviews are strong. Come.”

Isha’s mouth tipped, half scold, half smile. “Next time warn me. I dressed for a date, not a group outing.”

Kunal looked her over once, quick and open, then raised both hands. “Group outing. Got it. You will not know I exist.”

“We will see,” she said.

They collected the tickets and went in. Rohan led them to their row until he found the seats. Big men already sat on both sides of the block. No aisle escape either way. Rohan felt the plan click.

“Here,” he said.

Kunal took the left. Rohan the right. The middle seat waited. Isha looked at both of them, then at the men boxing them in, and sat down with a small huff.

“Of course I get the sandwich seat.”

“Best view,” Kunal said, dropping into his chair. “Centre of the universe.”

She turned to Kunal before anything played on the screen. “I get too emotional in romance movies. Don’t make fun of me. Okay?”

“Even I cry,” Kunal said. “Very soft heart.”

“Liar.”

He grinned. “Fine. No making fun.” He tipped his head. “But it will be fun to make fun.”

Isha looked from him to Rohan and back. “Stuck between a liar and an idiot. He knows I will cry at this and still he brought you.”

“I thought you would like the company,” Rohan said.

She poked his arm once and faced the screen. “Both of you are impossible.”

The trailers started. Rohan sat with the balcony ticket in his pocket and no clean line in his mouth. He needed an excuse to leave them alone and climb up there. He had never been good at lying to her. Every sentence he tried felt like a full falsehood, and he stuck on it, staring at the ads on screen while his mind turned the same problem over. His phone buzzed. It was the dean.

He stood at once. “One minute. I have to take this.”

He walked out to the corridor and answered. The dean wanted the shortlist of white papers forwarded first thing tomorrow morning for a contest submission. Rohan knew he could finish it after the movie. The call still handed him the opening he had been stuck without. He said yes, sir, and cut the call. He walked back to their row.

“That was the dean,” he said. “He has urgent work for me.”

Kunal frowned. What was so urgent on a Sunday. “Don’t be a party pooper, saala. We just sat down.”

Isha’s hand went to her bag. She had wanted this film badly. Without Rohan, how could she sit in a theatre and watch it. “Are you sure we need to leave?” she asked.

“I did not say we,” Rohan said. “I need to leave. Don’t cancel on me. I will feel bad. There is a good chance I come back very soon.”

“Let’s go and come back together,” Isha said.

“You don’t have any work in college. Kunal is our friend. Just hang here. I will mostly be back by intermission, or even before.” He looked at Kunal. “Back me up.”

Kunal nodded once. “Isha, I will keep you safe. You can trust me.”

She sat with that. She had met Kunal in person only twice before, but Rohan’s three years of chatter made him feel like an old friend. She felt safe. Both of them were right. Maybe she was overreacting. People watched movies with friends all the time. What was the big deal. “Okay,” she said. “But you should be back in a jiffy.”

“Before you know it,” Rohan said. He held out his car key. “Your bike. I will go and come faster.”

They swapped. Kunal passed the helmet too. As he left the row he told himself he would watch from the balcony for a stretch. If he could not take the view, or if she looked uncomfortable, he would be back in this seat in a minute. Most likely he would join them by intermission anyway. He went down to the parking, started the bike, and rolled it to a different bay away from their current spot. When the bike was settled he walked back toward the multiplex.

As Rohan walked out, the hall went dark and the film started. The heavy stranger on Kunal’s left had forced him toward Isha, shoulder to shoulder. Rohan’s empty seat stayed open on her other side. She was saving it for him.

Kunal tried to find space for his arm and failed. Isha noticed the shift beside her.

“Here,” she whispered. “Before you break something.”

She took his right arm and set his forearm along the top of her seat. They watched like that until she settled back against him. Her bare upper back met his arm, skin on skin. The touch felt different, even for him, and he was not short on experience. The girls he took to bed had never felt like this.

Kunal’s eyes went everywhere first, then stayed on her midriff and her heavy breasts. Looking at her like that brought the guilt. Then they stopped on her face. She laughed at a line and covered her mouth, then let the smile stay. A frown came later, her head tipped as if she could argue with the heroine. He did not need the screen. When she lit up, the scene was kind. When her mouth went small, trouble had come. He had shot faces that knew they were being watched. Hers did not.

He admired how she gave herself to the art. That was what an artist longed for. He wanted to be close friends with her, the way he was with Rohan. Only prettier. The guilt eased. Looking was not a crime.

Before interval the heroine’s life turned into a question. Isha’s face followed it down, cat eyes wet at the corners. He hated seeing her like that. A friend would not leave her in it.

“I warned you,” she whispered, voice thick.

“I know,” he said. “I am not laughing.”

Isha wiped her eyes once.

“That face is not for her,” Kunal said. “That is for you.”

“I saw myself in her.”

He took his arm off her back, caught her hand, and set it on the seat between them. His other hand opened her palm as if he had done this a hundred times.

“Lucky you. Palmist is in.”

“Since when does a photographer read palms?”

“A man needs a side income. Some of us are not on a college salary.”

“Fine, liar. Go on.”

He traced a few lines, sure of them.

“These say five kids. All strong. All fit.”

“Baapre. I will be a gone case.”

“Rohan has a huge house. Fill the rooms.”

“Stop. Enough about kids. What else.”

“Heart line. Your love life is about to get busy. Very soon.”

She thought of Rohan, of every clue she had already given him. She kept that off her face.

“Next.”

He followed the long line down her palm.

“Life line. You and your husband both live to a hundred.”

She liked that one.

“A hundred is greedy. Eighty is plenty.”

They laughed. His hands stayed firm on hers.

A boy from the counter stopped at their row with a large popcorn. She took the tub and kept it on her lap.

“Look at that,” Kunal said. “He even prebooked the popcorn. Thoughtful man.”

“Thoughtful? He sets the whole thing up and then leaves for his dean.”

She tugged her hand back to settle the tub. He did not give it.

“Leave my hand.”

“If I let go you will fall back into the movie,” Kunal said. “I will eat with the other one.”

“As you wish. You will get very little.”

The lights went down.

His left hand went into the bowl. He made a game of it, stealing what she had picked, plucking kernels from her fingers, missing on purpose and coming back. Each reach brushed the dark between her thighs, and a tingle went through her with the salt.

Near the climax of the film Isha was crying again. Her body had shifted until her shoulder rested under Kunal’s arm. In the dark his left hand left the tub and found the bare skin of her waist where the saree had loosened. When a sharp sob left her, his fingers moved once against her open hip, a small tickle.

She jerked, bit down on a wet laugh, and twisted toward him.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

He did it again. She pinched his arm, found it too strong, and changed to a punch. He caught her wrist. The struggle stayed playful and close in the narrow seats, her breasts against his arm. For a moment her forehead pressed to his shoulder and his arm fully circled her. The tickle fight melted into a brief tight hug that neither of them rushed to end.

“You said don’t make fun,” he murmured. “I listened. This is different.”

She stayed against him one breath longer, then faced the screen again with his arm still around her.

Rohan saw them walk out still holding hands. Nothing in him turned bad. The disgust he had feared never arrived. Instead he felt proud, for a reason he could not name. Playboy Kunal had not been able to stop looking at her. She was that beautiful.

At interval he had thought of going down to join them. Then he saw her laugh while Kunal played with her hands, and a thrill went through him. His cock had been up since then. He set Kunal’s helmet on his lap to hide it. He sank in his seat, in case they turned. At the climax Kunal’s tickle had been too much. One touch and he would have come. He was glad he had not, not in a hall.

He wanted to join them now. The crowd was heavy, everyone pushing for the exit. He came down into the corridor and moved to catch them. In the crush Kunal held her tight at the hip, her whole body against his. When he came close, Kunal spoke.

“Hope you liked our date.”

“Our date?”

Kunal winked at her.

“Who is holding you now. Is this not our date.”

She laughed. “Okay. I liked our date.”

Rohan stopped. The line sat in his ear. He let the crowd take him the other way.

He rode to college alone. In the faculty parking he took out his phone. Her name filled the log, calls during the film and after it. He rang her.

“Hi,” he said. “Movie is over.”

“Finally you called. Are you still in college?”

“Yes. So Kunal left.”

“Yeah. He is so funny. He joked I was on a date with him. He would not leave without a hug.”

The tightness in him eased.

“Kunal being Kunal,” he said. “No surprises. I will see you tomorrow.”

That night Isha locked her door and lay down to sleep in her nighty, bare underneath.

She started scolding Rohan in her head. Such a nice movie. He had skipped it. His dean could have waited. He had left her sitting there like a fool.

The scold did not last. Kunal had been right there. He had talked through the sad parts, stolen her popcorn, and made her laugh when she was trying to cry. He had been good company.

If only Rohan had dropped her. She could have kissed him properly in the car, climbed into his lap, and taken his mouth until she was done.

Since posing with two men in the café, her mind had been too busy taking in everything new. Her pussy took a back seat.

Not tonight. Heat rose from her pussy while she was still turning the day over. She could feel it acting up again.

She reached under the nighty and gave the swollen flesh a small slap, the way she would correct a pet that would not settle.

“Stop it. We are sleeping.”

It throbbed under her fingers, stubborn, warmer.

“You have a mind of your own. Behave.”

The throb only grew. Her clit had swollen on its own, and when she shifted her thighs the bare flesh brushed and her breath caught. The skin around it felt puffy, almost bruised with need, as if someone had been sucking it for a long time and then left it aching.

She pinched the swollen tip, then gave it the short tugs that used to finish her. Her pussy refused. The throb grew heavier, a demand she could not talk down.

She turned onto her stomach, pulled the pillow under her cheek, and lowered her hips until the smooth wooden rail at the bottom of the cot pressed against her. The nighty had ridden up. The wood caught her squarely, skin on the hard edge. She moved once. The pressure landed exactly on that over-sensitive flesh and a broken sound left her throat.

She began to rock.

Short strokes first, then longer ones, dragging her bare pussy along the rail until the wood grew slick. Her swollen clit dragged and caught with every pass. She gripped the sides of the cot and pushed harder, thighs trembling, chasing that catch, her breasts crushed in the nighty against the sheet.

Her pussy had taken over her mind. The girl who had told it to behave was gone. She was face down on her own cot, grinding bare on the wood, doing a thing her head would never have let her do.

She kept going. Each pass caught her clit on the edge and sent a jerk up her spine. She bit the pillow and drove her hips harder until the climax tore through her in sharp waves that broke before they finished. She stayed on the rail, pulsing, forehead pressed to the pillow, the wood slick under her. Her clit still throbbed against the wet edge. Her pussy was back. It was not done with her.

After that Sunday, at her building, she climbed into his lap as soon as he parked and took his mouth the way she had wanted on the night he skipped the film. The kisses ran long. She opened him, sucked at his tongue, and kept him there until his hands found her back. When he tried to keep it light she made a small sound in her throat and pulled his head in harder. Her fingers found a nipple through his shirt and pinched it firm enough to make him jolt.

“Isha.”

She pinched again and kissed him deeper. Then she started licking him first, his cheek, the edge of his jaw, the corner of his mouth, tasting her way in before she took his lips. One hand fisted the back of his shirt. The other found the other nipple through the cloth and pinched until he groaned into her mouth. She hugged him tight enough to take his breath, grabbed his ass, and kept him there. Each evening she stayed longer, until the windows had gone dull and her eyes had gone dark. Then she climbed off with her mouth still wet and went up the stairs.

That night he lay awake in his room. The goodbyes kept coming back. She came at him like an animal in heat, starving for a thing he was becoming sure his cock could not meet.

He still could not say it. How did a man open his mouth and tell this to Kunal. To her. What would they think of him if he even tried. The question sat in his chest with no answer and kept him staring at the ceiling until the sky outside the window began to change.

Friday evening they left campus in the car. His phone rang. Kunal.

“Bro, the fridge is empty. Nothing. We have to go to the market.”

“I’ll drop her and come,” Rohan said.

Isha looked at him. “I need to buy things too. Don’t drop me. We’ll go there.”

“We’re coming,” Rohan said into the phone. “Both of us. Ten minutes.”

They walked the lane together, the three of them. Isha had leaned in toward Kunal, close enough to catch the jokes without making him repeat them.

“I am telling you, the couple wanted a horse. In Pune. Where am I getting a horse.”

“You find everything else,” she said. “Find a horse.”

A shout went up at the far end of the lane. Teenage boys came running toward them, loud, scattering carts as they came. Then the barking followed, sharp, and a pack of stray dogs poured in after the boys.

The crowd broke. Rohan was shoved left. Kunal and Isha were driven right. In the scramble she stumbled. A dog lunged past a cart, close enough that she cried out, shut her eyes tight, and grabbed the front of Kunal’s shirt with both hands.

He lifted her straight off the ground. Both arms locked around his neck. He held her there, her body flush to his chest, while the dogs tore past them. Her face was buried in the side of his neck, breathing hard. Her thighs had tightened around him.

Rohan had been pushed against a shutter on the other side of the lane. He saw all of it. The easy strength. The way she clung with her eyes shut. Kunal’s left hand high on her side. That palm would be feeling the softness of her side breast through the blouse. His other arm under her thighs, fingers spread on the lower curve of her ass.

She deserves this, his mind said. Kunal was the best man for the job. That Tripod cock would quench the animal heat in her. She might think she would be happy with me. She will never really know what true pleasure is until she takes Kunal.

This is it.

He wanted Kunal to fuck her. That strength, that size, that ease, inside her. Whatever it cost.

The dogs were gone. People came back to their carts, cursing.

Kunal turned toward Rohan, still holding her, and smiled. His eyes went to her, then back. Rohan smiled too. They each took a step in, close enough to talk.

“Where was I,” Kunal said. “Horse. Not happening.”

Rohan looked at her wrapped around him. “Ask her. She told you to find one.”

Kunal spoke into her hair.

“Madam. Horse. Yes or no.”

Isha lifted her head, eyes still shut, breathing fast.

“Are the dogs gone?”

“Yes, madam,” Kunal said.

“Then please let me down.”

Kunal grinned, adjusted his grip, and gave her a small swing, testing the weight, before he set her on her feet. Her body slid down his front the whole way. When her sandals touched the ground she opened her eyes and still held his shirt a second longer than she needed.

They walked on. His mind was already working out how to bring it to Kunal.

[Thangaraasu]

Super update

[Hotgiri]

Hello Bro

Nice update, gif is missing the recent update

[Lucifer8797]





Isha ready for Movie






Kunal trying to touch Isha’s thigh by picking popcorns from there






Kunal reading Isha’s Palm in intermission









Kunal consoling and making Isha laugh by touching her navel









Isha in bedroom





Isha grinding in bedroom







Kunal protecting Isha by lifting her off ground

[Lucifer8797]

Hello Bro

Nice update, gif is missing the recent update

Gif's will come right after the story bro.. today i was late

[Hotgiri]

I thought it will be come in update, it would be great if it’s come in update instead of after update

[Lucifer8797]

I thought it will be come in update, it would be great if it’s come in update instead of after update

Bro we should respect authors style… he is already doing such intense work of writing. We discussed and we are trying everyone to keep happy by providing both… next time gifs and images will be posted immediately as the update is posted

[Thangaraasu]

Very nice update. Instead of playing a pimp for his fiancee Rohan can ask Kunal to marry isha.

[King Kesavan]

Good one