Adultery My Fiancee's Happiness

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Great going

[veeravaibhav]

Marvelous. Isha lost her virginity but no guilt. Is it because she started loving kunal too

[olumannan]

Very good

Will isha make wimpy impotent Rohan lick and clean the well fucked pussy of her and drink the juices of Kunal.

[Hotgiri]

Hello

When we will get next update

[Hotgiri]

Request you to please post the next update

[naruto9211]

It's been a week since last update..
Can you give us an update on when will you post the next update ?

[Hotgiri]

Please give update Asap

[Lucifer8797]

Next update will come soon in this week

[Hotgiri]

Thank you

[sakurasan]

Chapter 13 Tickets

Late afternoon Kunal’s phone lit on the desk.

Rohan: Started from Mumbai.

He went to Rohan’s room.

Earlier at lunch he had stood in that doorway. She was still out. The shirt was still on her. Her mouth was open. She was dead asleep. He had shut the door and eaten alone. Now Rohan was on the road. He could not leave her in that bed.

He went to the studio, took the saree she had worn yesterday, and came back up. From the pile he kept for shoots he pulled a T-shirt and jeans. He set both on the bed beside her and touched her shoulder.

“Sleepy head. Want to head home.”

She came up slow, eyes still thick. He stepped out and shut the door so she could change.

She sat up. Yesterday’s saree was on the bed, and a T-shirt and jeans beside it. She took the saree first. An auto would take her in this. On his bike the cloth would slip.

She had the pallu in her hands when she thought of walking out like that and asking him for an auto. He would think she was avoiding him. She could not do that.

She set the saree down and put on the T-shirt and jeans.

He was in the hall. When she came out in the T-shirt and jeans, he smiled.

He sat on the bike by the steel gates, both feet on the ground, and reached back for her. She took his hand, set her left foot on the rear peg, and the peg was high enough that she had to hop. He leaned the bike toward her so she could swing the other leg over, and he held her weight until she landed.

She was scared of how high she sat, so she put her arms around him before he moved. He kicked the stand up and took off. Her breasts crushed on his back and she loosened as last night came back. She shut it out and held him. He opened the throttle.




Near her building the main gate came up, uncles on the benches. She felt shy in the T-shirt and jeans.

“Keep driving to the back door.”

She pointed him into the narrow lane that ran past the empty plot, wide enough for two-wheelers only. He rolled to the back gate.

She got down, went through the turnstile, pushed the emergency door, and took the stairs. People in the block used the lift. These stairs stayed empty behind the doors. She climbed fast, head down, pushed the door on her floor, and went to her flat, happy the sneak had worked.

He sat on the bike until the building took her. Then he turned in the lane and rode.

The flat was empty. She went straight to the shower.

In the shower her pussy was sore and swollen. The hair was gone, and the water ran on bare lips that had always been under hair. Being naked had never felt like this.

She put on a saree, heated something in the kitchen, and ate quickly. She went to her room and lay down before Riya and Sneha came in.

That was when it hit her again, what she had done. Tears ran from both eyes as if a dam had opened.

She turned her face into the pillow. She was a girl with no morals. Rohan had told her to finish everything Kunal asked. Last night Kunal had not asked. She had untied the knot. Take me then.

Rohan had seen Kunal kiss her. He still left her at that door every evening, and he trusted her beyond anything. How could she question a man who trusted her like that.

Then the pill. How careless, to run into a pregnancy like that. For a moment she wondered if she was even awake, if she was still on Thursday night, dreaming all this. Then she felt her pussy. It was different. Her body was different. It had happened.

Were you in heaven. She had nodded. The tears were also because it was good.

She had no answer to any of it. She was still. The flat was empty.

That evening Rohan came into the hall. Dinner was already on the table. He looked into Kunal’s eyes.

Kunal took the folded kasavu and held it out. Rohan opened it. Blood was on the cream. He understood.

“Is she happy.”

“She is. The pictures are there. Even she liked them.”

Relief went through Rohan, and his chest stayed heavy. He had expected the night. He had not expected she would like the pictures.

“That good, ah.”

“Did you drop her back.”

“She slept the morning in your room. I dropped her two hours back.”

“Good.”

“See. My part is done. Now yours starts. I can see guilt starting in her. You need to take care of her.”

“I know. I am planning a big day tomorrow.”

They ate. Rohan went to his room.

Later, when Kunal had gone to bed, Rohan came back to the hall and sat at the computer. For the first time he opened the explicit folder. Two subfolders sat there, yesterday’s date and today’s. His hand went to the first one. He stopped. To look now, while she did not know, felt like a crime. He had to come clean first. If she was fine with him seeing them, then he could. He shut it and went back to his bed.

He lay there. He did not know when he would tell her, or if she would tell him first, or how he would stand it once it was in the open. He got afraid she would not want him anymore. His heart grew heavy. He could not see a life without her. The wedding was six weeks away. He wanted that day to come with her still his.

Sunday morning around ten he called her.

“Can you come down.”

“You said matinee show. Came so early.”

“I missed you a lot yesterday.”

“Wait ten minutes.”

She was already dressed. Her face was dull. Hearing his voice, she did not want him to see her like that. She washed her face, put on her usual small makeup, and tried fake smiles in the mirror.

He stood at the gate talking to the watchman. Then the lift opened in her block, and she walked toward him.

Seeing him, her chest warmed. The fake smile was not needed. A real one came.

As she came close he saw her skin glow, white and clean like marble. He was not sure if he was imagining it. His cock went hard at once. He walked to the car and opened the door for her.

Inside, he took her mouth. It was not a soft kiss. It was the hungry kind she used to give him, tongue and teeth and no patience. She was surprised he had started it, and the intimacy with him felt easy.




They broke.

“Hmm. So where to this early.”

“Our usual place only.”

They drove to their park and walked hand in hand. Their bench was under the big tree. Heart-shaped helium balloons were tied to it, floating as high as the branches.

“Looks like some romantic couple were here earlier.”

“Should be.”

They sat. This time he pulled her onto his lap.

“How was Mumbai.”

He started talking about the trip, the students, the campus. Whenever she got bored her face went quiet. He kept his eyes on hers. When she dulled he kissed her, or rubbed her belly, or traced a circle on her hip, and she came back.

Then he looked up at the balloons. She followed his eyes.

“Looks like there is something inside the balloons.”

He took one string and pulled it down.

“What are you doing.”

“Let’s take a look at what it is.”

She wondered. He never touched other people’s things. Why was he pulling this. Then he popped it. A teddy fell into his hands.

“You know this is my favourite. I will buy this in hundreds for our kids.”

“Oh. You like this that much.”

“When you don’t get one, you will know how much you miss it. By the way, I am keeping this one.”

“Someone may come looking for it.”

“Then pop more quick and we will escape.”

He laughed and popped the next two. Teddies again, one cream, one brown, different sizes. She held all of them.




He pulled the next balloon. The thing inside looked smaller. He held the string high and kept his other hand near his pocket. The balloon burst against his chest. When she looked back at his hands, a small box was already there. He opened it.

“Wow. So beautiful diamond studs. This we can’t take.”

He winked.
“Advance happy birthday.”

It landed on her then. All of this was him.

“Did you do all this.”

“Yes.”

“You know I don’t celebrate birthdays.”

“No. Your parents did not allow you. From now, we will.”

She looked at the studs again, took off the ones she was wearing, and turned her ear to him. He put the diamonds on her.



He spent the rest of the day taking her to the places they loved, the mall, the old café, the theatre for the matinee, and kept the day for her alone.

[sakurasan]

Tuesday was her real birthday. He kept his word. He called in more of his colleagues and hers, and ambushed her in the lab with a cake.

She stood surprised while they sang and cut. Their wishes landed warm. So did his gesture.

A few of the women teased her about a new glow, and joked that Rohan was the one putting it on her. Inside she panicked. Her face stayed easy. For him the tease was proof. She was glowing. He had not imagined it on Sunday.

Ever since the night, he had thought only of how to keep guilt off her, how to keep her happy, how to stay near her.

The glow talk sent his mind to Friday night. Kunal had said she liked it. The proof stood in front of him now. He felt happy for her. Proud, even. He did not name why.

When the others left, they sat in the lab. Study holidays had started. The students were gone. The lab became their private place, the way the park already was.

She tipped her head, eyes asking what.

“Nothing. Let me help clean.”

Through the week he filled every free hour. Campus corridors, the canteen, evening walks, long calls after she reached her flat. In front of him she smiled. She laughed when he asked her to. The studs he had put on her caught the light and she let people notice them.

At night the smile dropped. She cried into the pillow again, and in the morning she washed her eyes before he saw her.

Friday her period came on time. Relief went through her. She was not pregnant. For the first time since that night her head was clear.

Then she could think about what came next. She had to tell him.

The thought of his face if she told him made her chest tight. She did not want to break what they had. If she stayed quiet, he would still be hers. She could not see a life without him.

She stared at the ceiling until the fan blurred. If she hid it, she would live scared. She had both answers and no answer. The pillow was still damp from the nights before.

The following week she tried to tell him, more than once. She said his name. He looked up. Only air came out of her mouth. No words formed. Each time she gathered the strength, and each time her eyes met his, it left her.

That weekend they were on their bench under the big tree. He put his head in her lap and was asleep almost at once. He had been grading papers through the night.

She drew his face up, lifted the pallu, and took him under it. His cheek lay on the bare skin of her belly. Her breasts came down on his face, heavy, warm through the blouse. In his sleep he felt the softness and stayed there, easy.

She sat with him like that. Then the tears came. His eyes were shut, so a little air became a word.

“Rohan.”

He did not move.

“I did something bad. With Kunal.”

The first tears hit the pallu and ran to his face. He woke to the wet. He kept his eyes shut.

“Do not be angry at Kunal. I did it. I asked.”

She had to stop. Then she put her mouth near his hair.

“I cannot live without you. Forgive me.”

He was not ready to look at her and answer. Hearing her was enough. She still wanted him. Same as him. The fear in him eased.

She bent forward over him and slept too.

They woke a long while later.

“What happened. Your face looks like you cried.”

“Nothing like that.”

“Did anything happen back home.”

“No. I was just thinking about the past. Things I have done.”

“See. Even if you burn a village, I will stand with you. Right or wrong, I will always be with you.”

“I know.”

“But I cannot see you sad.”

“Okay.”

She wiped her face with the pallu and smiled. Saying it out loud, even while he slept, had given her a real relief.

That night she slept in peace. His words stayed with her, that he would stand with her, right or wrong.

At the duplex the fear had already left him. She had chosen him on the bench. What came back now was the other heat, the one from the lab, wanting to see what Friday had done to her. He sat at the hall computer. The explicit folder was there. His hand wanted it. He opened the first folder instead.

She was in the kasavu on the screen, so beautiful he had to sit with it. The pictures were enough. His mind filled in the night. He went to his room, lay on the cot, and moved on it the way he used to, seeing her taken, until he came.

A couple of days later he took a detour toward his side of town. When they passed his house without stopping, relief went through her. She was not ready to see Kunal yet.

Further on he stopped at a big travel agency. They went in, and he booked an all-inclusive beach resort in Goa for the honeymoon. The pictures of the place excited her. It sat far from the city, water around it, like an island of its own.

She took a brochure from the desk.



In the car she opened it on her lap.

“So we are heading to Goa.”

“Yeah. Semester gets over, we get married, and straight to Goa. Been there?”

“No. First time.”

The pages were full of foreign couples in bikinis, women on their stomachs, bare backs in the sun. He waited for her to frown, to scold him for picking this. She kept looking, and her mouth had gone soft with wanting it.

“Did you look at the guest pictures.”

“Everyone is in their inners.”

“That is a bikini, not inners. That is how people dress on a beach.”

“I have been to beaches. Our people do not dress like that.”

“In this place even our people will be like that only. Will you come out of the room.”

“We will see when we get there. Once we are married I should follow my husband’s word, right.”

“Married or not, the choice will be yours. You know I will never ask.”

She remembered Kunal putting her naked on the street. She changed the subject.

“I am so happy to spend this vacation at your home with Ma. Not in my house. That place is a prison.”

“True. But I have to come back. Dean put me on syllabus revision. Grading and the bridge course also.”

“No problem. I have Ma, and her cupboard of things she bought for me.”

“I will rent a place near campus and bring you here before it opens.”

“I am waiting for that.”

Every night after that, both of them counted down the days to the wedding. She kept the brochure by her bed and looked at the water, the cottages, the empty sand.

As her cycle reached the middle, she wanted it again. She told her pussy it had already had too much. One month, then Goa, then him, without a stop. Her body took the point.

Their park visits changed. He did not ask now, and he did not wait. When he lay down he put his head inside her pallu at once. Once she asked what he was doing. He pulled her onto his lap, hip to hip, and drew his t-shirt over her head so she was inside it with him.

That weekend he was in her lap again, his head under the pallu, drool on the bare skin of her belly, looking at his phone. Her WhatsApp lit. The messages were from him. She laughed at what this idiot was doing and opened them.

The pictures were her in the kasavu. The night came back. Her nipples went hard. He was close enough, from inside the pallu, to see the change.

“Kunal sent this to you.”

“Yes. He said the rest of the studio photos are already with you.”

“Yes. I will show them later.”

“You look majestic. He knows how to get the best from women.”

“So I am ordinary in real life.”

“You are a goddess. He just stands in the right place.”

“That I am. He does couples. Why women.”

“Couples are fine. When the girl is alone with him, that is his best work.”

She thought of being alone with him. She changed the subject.

“Is he home?”

“No. After that weekend he took work. He has been travelling. He has not come back.”

“Okay.”

She looked at the pictures again. He saw her nipples standing through the blouse and bit one. The bite was less of a shock than him doing it.

“Ouch. That hurts.”

“Sorry. What should I do.”

She shifted, and the other nipple came to his mouth.

“Bite this.”

He did. Then she started tickling him, and they kept at it on the bench.

That night she could not sleep. The heat was back. Her hand went to the phone. She opened the pictures. She put her other hand between her legs. The hair had grown a little. Her fingers came away shining. Tomorrow she would shave.

Sleep still would not come. She got up and went to the kitchen on quiet feet.

The vegetable basket had carrots. She wanted one as thick as him. A long one came close in length. Even the thickest was not half of him. She took that one.




In her room she shut the door and pulled her nightie up. This time she did it the right way. She set the tip at her hole and pushed. It went in. When she drew it back, it shone. A sound left her mouth on the first slide.

She worked it in and out. Each time she pulled it back, it made a sound. She bit the pillow, then let go of it, and the moan got out. It was not him. It was still enough to chase. She pushed until only the fat head sat outside her, and her wrist was not enough.

She got off the bed and went to the foot of the cot. There was a rail there. She pressed the head of the carrot against it so it would not slip, then lowered herself onto it. She rose and came down harder. The moan that came out was loud.

The knock hit the door at the same time she came. Her pussy pulled, and the last of the carrot went in.

“Isha, are you alright. Open the door.”

“I am fine. Coming now.”

She pulled her nightie down. The carrot was inside her, with nothing left to hold. She opened the door.

Sneha stood there. “I heard a noise. I thought a cat had come in. Why are you sweating.”

She looked past Isha into the room. The bed was a mess. The rest of the room looked ordinary.

“Nothing, didi. You go to sleep.”

Her face was hot. She was scared. The carrot was still inside her.

“Okay. Good night.”

Sneha went.

Isha shut the door and lay down. She was scared it would not come out. Then she felt the head at her hole again, slow. She caught it, pulled the whole carrot out, and threw it away.

The next nights she wanted it more. She was scared of the carrot now. She wished she had the vibrator in Kunal’s room. She had missed asking him for it that day. She had no idea how to buy one.

Her pussy had had a taste. It asked again and again. Her answer was the number of days left to the wedding.

Ten days before the wedding, Rohan’s father called.

“Your grandfather is in hospital. The doctor says he will hold till the wedding.”

In the village the wedding work kept stopping. Grandfather’s health came first every time.

Rohan knew how much she wanted that day. He did not want to scare her. His father had already told her parents. He kept the worst of it off her.

Five days before the wedding they were packing their bags. Then the news came. Grandfather had died.

They went straight to the village. Saroja, her father, and Praveen were already there.

They sat with it through the morning. Then Rohan’s father spoke to the house.

“He lived a big life. This is him going to heaven. That was his last wish. We will treat it that way.”

Relatives came to Rohan and Isha.

“Now you two can have a proper wedding. The worry is over.”

A few of Rohan’s colleagues had come from Pune. Isha went back with them.

Kunal reached the village that evening, after he heard, and stayed with Rohan through the next days.

Rohan had to stay. There were rites and papers still to finish.

[sakurasan]

On the day they were supposed to fly to Goa, her phone rang early. It was Ma.

“Isha. All of us sat together. We have the new dates.”

Isha sat up.

“Ok.”

“Even last time the astrologer picked this one. He said it is the best date for you. Only Rohan’s father pushed for the earlier one. Now everyone agrees on ours.”

“When.”

“Week after Diwali.”

“Ma. That is six more months.”

She had been counting on this date, and on the trip. Tears came.

“Only six months. It will pass. We can make the function grander.”

“Ok, Ma.”

She cut the call.

She sat at the window with the phone still in her hand. Today had been the promise. They had dreamed this day. Last week she had thought the wait would be a month at most. She had not expected this.



Rohan called.

“I miss you,” she said.

“I miss you too. Some papers are still pending. I will come as soon as I can.”

“Did you hear the date.”

“I was there. So we get more time. I get more days to romance you.”

“You are okay with it.”

“Your mother said only this date is good. As long as I can see you every day, six months will vanish in seconds. How about you.”

“Same here.”

She lied. She could not tell him her body wanted it now.

“I spoke with the tour agent.”

“Any refunds.”

“They are fine to reschedule for our new dates.”

“Great.”

“They need one of us to sign. I have asked Kunal to help. He should be there soon.”

“Ok. I will take care.”

She had not seen Kunal since that night. Staying away had kept that night off her. Waiting for him now mixed her up.

Rohan sat in the village house with the phone still in his hand. He knew she was sad. Why not ask her to move into his room. Kunal was away most of the time. She could keep her flat. If someone from her native came, she could go there. They would live like they were married, and it would cost nothing extra.

She saw him at the back door, on his bike. He took out his phone. Hers rang. She stood at the window and waved, and signalled that she was coming down. He saw her, cut the call, and waved back, smiling. She smiled too.

Her hand went to the T-shirt and jeans she had worn on his bike last time. She changed and went down.

He was by the bike. “Are you doing okay.”

“Hanging in there.”

“Time will fly. I promise.”

She smiled at that.



He helped her on. She climbed better than last time, and with less fear.

He started slow. Her breasts pressed on his back. Then he opened the throttle.

They signed at the tour office and started back. Rain hit them. In a minute they were drenched.



“We are close to the studio. Shall I pull in.”

“Ok.”

They went up to the hall to sit out the rain. He handed her a towel and went to his room to dry. He came out with his body bare, a towel on his hips.

“Give me a minute. I will pick a dress for you from the studio.”

He went downstairs.

When he came back, she was not there. Wet clothes lay in a pile in the hall. He picked them up one by one. Her T-shirt. The jeans. Then her bra, then her panties.



Rohan’s door was slightly open. His cock was already hard. He went to the door. He listened, then leaned in. The room was empty.

Then he remembered. His own room had been open when he went down. It was closed now.

He knocked. It was not latched. The door opened.

[Hotgiri]

Nice update , but it’s tooo short as compare to your previous updates

[sakurasan]

Nice update , but it’s tooo short as compare to your previous updates

The chapter is in 3 posts. Did you read it correctly?

It is the same size as other chapters.

[Hotgiri]

When I replied it was only one part then I refreshed it and read all 3 part

[Hotgiri]

Was expecting another encounter between Kunal and Isha in this chapter

[naruto9211]

The chapter is in 3 posts. Did you read it correctly?

It is the same size as other chapters.

Cruel ending man.. We have to wait for another week.
Plz post an update in coming two days?
Excellent flow.. Nice screen play..

[Hotgiri]

Hi Lucifer

Please post the update with gif

[olumannan]

This bitch must be waiting there with legs open

[sakurasan]

Cruel ending man.. We have to wait for another week.
Plz post an update in coming two days?
Excellent flow.. Nice screen play..

I hear you bro. I have felt the same while reading many stories. But, I need to complete the chapter after the one I am going to post. Only then, this chapter will get matured. Once published, I can't make changes. So, I use this time to think through for few days if I have covered what I should do. As of now, I am in initial stage of brainstorming ch 15. So, 14 has to wait