Adultery My Fiancee's Happiness

[sakurasan]

Folks, quick question for you all.

I have the whole road to the wedding planned out. Two ways I can take it from here.

Fast track - wrap the endgame in next 3-4 chapters. Less waiting, more punch, straight to the big moments.

Slow burn - proper full arc. Give every stage its own space. More of Isha, Rohan and Kunal's day to day, more build up before the big scenes hit.

Both are fine by me, honestly. Just want to write what you all actually enjoy reading. Drop a reply, fast or slow, and tell me why if you feel like it.

[Sankamithira]

Slow burn

[naruto9211]

Folks, quick question for you all.

I have the whole road to the wedding planned out. Two ways I can take it from here.

Fast track - wrap the endgame in next 3-4 chapters. Less waiting, more punch, straight to the big moments.

Slow burn - proper full arc. Give every stage its own space. More of Isha, Rohan and Kunal's day to day, more build up before the big scenes hit.

Both are fine by me, honestly. Just want to write what you all actually enjoy reading. Drop a reply, fast or slow, and tell me why if you feel like it.

If you want to fast track it.. Give one update a week.. That's it.

If you want the story to move slowly, take your time, flesh out the character arcs properly, but give two updates a week.
Small update or large it doesn't matter.

My choice is slow burn..
Slow burn stories usually have repeat value.

[chrisgale159]

Fastrack bro

[Hotgiri]

slow burn

[ananth1986]

As you like .Please update soon.

[some_fun_sam]

Slow burn - proper full arc. Give every stage its own space. More of Isha, Rohan and Kunal's day to day, more build up before the big scenes hit.

Hi Sarkurasan jee,

Cliche response is that you should write the way you want to write. This story has been so far very realistic and some of it comes from you as the author caring about the characters and ensuring consistency across chapters.

There are way too many stories on this site where things go from normal to orgies and more so very quickly, like a 90 min video production. Personally I prefer this to stay at the current pace (but would like it the way *you* would the story to evolve). Like in sex there is a saying that we should not overthink about what the partner wants, and instead if we focus on what we want and communicate honestly and lovingly, things fall into place.

[Chitrarassu]

Take it slow make the wimp rohan masturbate seeing both together. Let him lick and clean and drink semen of real man. He doesn't deserve isha anyways.

[Hotgiri]

Hi writer- when you will post next uodate

[xavierrxx]

Waiting for humiliation of rohan.

[LovePookie]

pls update

[Logan]

Nice story

[NovelNavel]

Isha and kunal should fall in love. Kunal should tell her about cuckvdesires of Rohan and make her hate him.

[Hotgiri]

Please give next update

[naruto9211]

It's been a week since last update. Waiting eagerly for your magic ?

[sakurasan]

Chapter 14 Stay in Pune

While Kunal was still shooting Rohan and Isha outdoors, a bigshot client put him on a call with Aarav. Aarav asked him for a week in the United States.

The day after he took her virginity, his passport arrived by courier, a United States tourist visa stamped in it. He could have flown any day. His heart was still in that night, so he chose to go at once.

He called Aarav.

“I can come now,” Kunal said. “Passport is here. I am packed. First flight you can put me on.”

“Come,” Aarav said. “Whenever you land.”

The house was like the Playboy mansion. Aarav and Leela were Indian-origin Americans in their forties, a good-looking rich power couple. They put him in a big room in the guest quarters.

The next day Leela was alone. He started with her. When she got naked the shoot fell apart. He looked at the frames. They looked amateur. He kept the card. He blamed jet lag and asked for the next day.

The next day, before every pose, he closed his eyes and thought what he would do if it was Isha, then put Leela that way. The shutter started. She was impressed.

The next night Aarav joined. Kunal moved them. He had Leela sit on Aarav and fold until her shoulders were on the floor and only her hips were on him. Then he had Aarav stand and take her with one of her legs against his chest. Both were impressed. On Saturday Leela asked him to the night party.

Luxury cars kept coming up the drive. Guests of every race arrived in short tunics, leather belts, sandals, a lot of skin, and half masks. At the door they dropped their wedding bands into labelled trays and went in. The hall was packed.

Kunal wore the same tunic. He put on a mask and kept the camera.

Inside the music started. They danced, turning in hold, tunics lifting when they spun. Then the dancing got hotter. Mouths found mouths. Hands went under the short cloth. Some stayed in the hall. Some went into other rooms. Groups formed on the floor and against the walls. He had never shot that. When a mouth or a back looked like hers, his finger sat heavier on the shutter. He walked the house and he shot.




The next day he showed Leela the frames.

By Monday she came to the guest quarters.

“You are a hit,” she said. “People are asking for you. Are you interested.”

“Yes.”

Her assistant started taking his bookings. The jobs took him into the lifestyle. He shot couples who swapped spouses. He shot stag and vixen couples. He learned that what they did for sex did not undo the love they still had.

One afternoon Leela came onto him. Her mouth was on his before he had put the camera down. He kissed her back. She was already pulling him down the hall. In her room she opened his shirt and he pulled her dress off. Her breasts were in his hands. Her ass filled his palms. She got on the bed and opened her knees. He was excited. His mouth was on her. Then he stood to take her and his cock hung. He took it in his fist and stroked. It stayed heavy and soft. He put her hand on it. Same thing.

“It’s not an issue,” Leela said.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Isha had him. He had to break it before he went back to India.

The next week the word had already moved. Other parties in other cities called. He took every job. He kept moving. In each place he hit the pubs. Some nights he drank and went up alone. Twice a woman came to the room with him. Clothes came off. Mouth and hands, then his cock hung the way it had with Leela.

Work was still pouring in, and the visa still had days, when news came that grandfather was gone. He cancelled everything and took the next flight home.

All of that came back when he saw her wet clothes on the floor. His cock was pulsing again as he looked for her. He knocked. The door opened. His cock stood at once, a thick pole. It shoved the knot open. The towel hit the floor.

She was in the middle of his king-size bed. Her hair was still wet on the pillow. Her skin had already dried. She was naked. Her hands were folded over her chest, palms covering her breasts, the sides of them still showing, the nipples hidden under her own fingers. She had taken a condom from the drawer by the bed and laid the pouch on her cunt. It sat at the start of her pussy like a tiny thong, the foil covering the top of the slit. Her thighs were locked tight hiding the rest. Her eyes were closed.



With her eyes shut she felt him walk close. The mattress took his weight. Then water from his hair hit her skin as he came nearer. The pouch lifted off her. Cool air touched her shaved lips. He was looking straight at her cunt. Butterflies went through her belly.

The fight in her had started when Rohan said Kunal would take her to the tour desk. On the stairs down, the first night came back on every step. On the bike her nipples went hard as steel. Holding his solid frame pulled her forward, and her breasts crushed his back.

The real fight began when they came in wet and he walked out in just a towel and left her. She came out of her clothes with the towel still in her hair. Her cunt was loud. You promised today. We are desperate. The soreness after the first time had felt good for weeks, and we needed that again. Do not act like a proper girl. You already did it. What new wrong would this be. Her mind knew the cunt was a cat that had tasted the cream. It would keep coming for that taste. It made a deal. Once more, then this wrong thing is finished. This time we cannot risk it. She went to his room. If there is a condom, we take him. The drawer was full of gold pouches, all of them Magnum XXXL.

She threw the towel, lay down, and put one pouch on her pussy. She kept her eyes shut and hoped he would take her. Once more, then home, and the soreness would last for weeks.

Five minutes had gone since the pouch left her cunt. He moved on the bed. He was not touching her. She grew desperate. She opened her eyes a crack and went still.

He was kneeling by her head. The fat head of his cock was almost on her lips, shining with precum. The pouch was still in his hand. Her eyes came fully open.

“What are you doing.”

“Suck me.”

“Chee. Who does that.”

“A girl who really wants.”

“Please. Like last time.”

“Last time we did not have this.” He showed her the condom.

“We cannot risk. Please.”

Her plea almost took him. If he gave in now, she would always set the terms. He threw the condom off the cot.

“I like risks. Your choice.”

She needed the fuck. She looked at his eyes. He was not going to fold. She swallowed and opened her mouth. He moved in. Her lips kissed the head.

He swung a leg over her and brought the other with it. His knees sank into the mattress on both sides of her neck. His feet planted on the sides of her. He looked at her and let his hips come down. His ass sat on her breasts. Half his weight stayed in his knees. The rest flattened her tits under him, her nipples caught under the heavy cheeks. His balls rested on her breastbone. The hot rod pointed at her lips again.

She tried to lift her mouth to it. Her neck bent the wrong way. The head slipped on her chin.

He pulled the pillows in, bunched them, and shoved them under her head. He slid his legs under her shoulders. Her upper body rested on his thighs, and her mouth sat level with him. The cock lay on her lips. He looked down at her face, at the fat head shining on her mouth.

“What do you call this.”

“Pee pee.”

He kept the head on her lip and waited.

“Penis.”

“No. You call mine cock. Now say it.”

“Cock.”

“Again.”

“Cock.”

“And between your legs. That is your pussy. Say it.”

“Pussy.”

“My cock. Your pussy. That is how we talk. Say it that way.”

“Your cock. My pussy.”

“They call them pussy and cock because the cat eats the chicken. Is your pussy ready to eat its cock.”

“Yes.”

“Then marinate it. Open.”

She opened. He put the mushroom to her teeth and pushed. Her teeth hit the ridge. He hissed and pulled back, a red mark already on the head.

“Easy. Cover the teeth. Lips over. Hide them.”

She rolled her lips in over her teeth the way he said. He tried again. The fat head pressed her mouth wide until her jaw ached at the hinges. The mushroom squeezed in, and that was all she could take. The rest of him stood between her mouth and his belly, heavy, shining with her spit, more than both her hands could hide. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth onto the pillow. The head sat on her tongue, filling the whole small space. She held still and waited.

“Breathe from your nose. Keep the lips over the teeth. Put your tongue under the head, flat, and hold me there. I will not give you more than this mouth can take.”

She moved her tongue. It found the slit. A thin bead of precum leaked onto it, slicker than spit, saltier. She made a sound in her throat and tried to pull off. He kept his voice down, shifted his weight to his knees, found a nipple under his ass, and pinched.

“Stay. That is how a cock starts. Taste it. I have you.”

He eased back until the head rested on her lower lip, a clear bead still on the slit.

“Tell me what it is.”

“Salt,” she said. “Funny.”

“That’s it. Again. Open. Lips over the teeth, the way I showed you.”

He fed her the head. She took it. Her teeth almost caught him. He pinched the other nipple and said it close.

“Hide them. Look at me.”

She hid them. Her lips stretched around the ridge, shiny with spit. He looked down at that.

“Now marinate it. Keep it there. Let it sit in your mouth.”

She held him. Spit pooled around the head and ran from her lip. Her jaw shook on the thickness.

“Say my name. I want to hear you.”

“Ba-ath.”

“A little louder. I am here.”

“Kunal.” It came out around him, thick with spit.

“Do you still want the fuck.”

“Yeth.”

“Say it for me.”

“I want.”

He kept the head at her mouth. She made an O. He pushed the head through it and felt her lips seal on the ridge, her spit hot around the mushroom, her tongue under him as her mouth held the whole head. He drew back and her mouth pulled at him, spit stretching, then he put the head in again. The rest of him stayed out. She held the shaft in both hands and took the head as he gave it. Each time her lips caught the ridge he felt it in his groin. Spit ran to her cheek. His ass shifted on her breasts.

“Stay. I will do it. Only this much.”

When her jaw shook he held still, the head on her lip.

“Now your tongue. Make love to the cock. Swirl around it.”

She put her tongue on the head and moved it around the ridge, circling, then around the slit, then wider around the whole mushroom. He felt the trail of her spit. The head shone with her spit.

“How does it taste now.”

“Good.”

“Will you still say chee.”

“No.”

“Now put your tongue in my slit.”

She pushed her tongue into the small split at the tip. More precum leaked onto it. He breathed in.

“Hold the rest of the cock in your hands. Pull the skin back. Now soak it well.”

She stripped the skin down the shaft until the head stood fully out, tight and dark, and took it in. She worked it with her lips and tongue, spit running down him, the rest of him thick in her fists.

“Mild bites. Not like before. You can chew the head.”

She gave the mushroom small bites, then chewed it with her lips still covering most of the teeth. The chew almost made him come. He pulled back, eyes shut, and held still until he could put the head in her mouth again. He looked down at her and kept his voice down.

“That’s it. You are doing good.”

“Look at me.”

She looked up at him. His eyes were on her mouth.

“Say you want this.”

“I want this.” The words broke around the head.

“Your tongue. Fast on my slit.”

She put her tongue on the split at the tip and moved it there, flicking. He breathed in. She went faster. The slit leaked on her tongue.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. The cock loves you.”

More precum came. She kept the tongue on it.

“That is love juice, not piss. Keep going.”

She did. He held her hair.

“Fuck my slit with your tongue.”

She pushed the tip into the split and fucked it, and her palms twisted the shaft, turning the skin around him. He felt both at once. His thighs went hard under her shoulders. He tried to hold still. The cock jumped in her hands. He groaned, low. “Ah.” The first thick pulse hit her tongue, heavier than the salt that had come before. She gagged and shoved at his hips, throat shut, trying to get out from under him without swallowing. He held her head and kept the mushroom in her mouth and came the rest of the way into her. Her mouth filled. She twisted and broke his grip. It spilled from her lips down her chin onto her breasts. She ran for the bathroom with what was left.

She spat into the basin and rinsed her mouth. She soaped her face, both breasts, and every place his cum had landed, and rinsed. She came out angry, her face hot, and went straight to the bed.




He lay on his back. His cock lay spent on his belly. She looked at it, then at him.

“Dirty fellow. Why in my mouth.”

She snatched a pillow off the cot and brought it down on the spent cock. The cloth hit the shaft. He jerked. She hit it again.




“You only swallowed.”

“You held my head.”

“Good girls eat cock. Don’t beat it.”

She landed another beat, square on him. “This is bad cock spitting bad things in my mouth.”

He caught the pillow and held it.

“That is love juice. Good for the skin. Makes you glow.”

She pulled the pillow out of his hands and beat him with it again. “What currently glows is enough.”

He pulled the pillow back, threw it off the cot, and caught her around the waist. He hugged her in, turned her, and sat her on his stomach, facing his legs. Her ass landed on him. Her knees went to the bed on both sides of his hips. His spent cock lay in front of her.

“Ok. Beat it. But beat with your hand.”

She slapped it with her open palm, and it jumped and dropped. She slapped it again, harder, and he sucked air through his teeth. The next hit landed on a shaft that had started to fill, and it stayed up longer. Her palm stung as she hit it again, and it was thicker. She kept looking at it, her fingers wrapping on the way down instead of leaving, and she held him. She went to hit it and pulled the skin instead, stripping it down until the head came free. Her fist ran to the root and back up over the head. She did it again, slower, both hands around him, working the skin, until an iron rod twitched in her fists.

He watched her hands on him and smiled. Juice ran from her pussy and collected in his belly button.

“So. Shall we start.”

“You are ready.”

“Yes. Now fetch the condom.”

[sakurasan]

She climbed off him and picked the pouch up from the floor. She came back onto the bed and held it out.

“Tear it.”

She tore the foil. The rubber sat in her palm.

“This side up.”

She set it on the head.

“Roll it down. Are you liking it.”

She rolled it down the shaft with both hands. “Yes.”

“Want to make love to my cock.”

“No. You do it.”

She lay on her back beside him.

He got off the bed and pulled her by the hips until her ass hung off the mattress, the open edge under her. He put her left foot on the floor. He hooked her right leg up along his side, her calf against him, and stood between her thighs. The condom shone on the iron rod. He put the head to her pussy and looked at her.

“Say fuck.”

She stared at him. “Fuck.”

He pushed. The fat head opened her and she took it with a sound in her throat. He gave her more, then more, until her hips hung on him and the rubber was in to the root. She pushed up on the foot and met him.

“That’s it. Use that leg. Come up the cock.”

She pushed again. Her pussy climbed the shaft and sat on it. He drew back until the head tugged her from inside, then drove in so deep her ass left the bed. She felt him in her belly.

“Ah. Fuck.”

“Louder. I am fucking you. Say it.”

“You are fucking me.”

He held her hip with one hand and her raised thigh with the other. Her foot shoved her onto him each time he came forward, her tits jumping, her mouth open. Juice from her ran down onto the condom and made a sound when his stomach hit her.

“What do you want.”

“That cock.”

Her foot slipped. He waited, still buried, until she found the floor and lifted. The lift took him deeper. She clutched his arm.

He put her raised leg higher, almost to his chest, and leaned over her, driving down into the hang. She met him from below. She came on that, her pussy locking on him. He stayed buried and drove. Sweat ran off his jaw onto her breasts. The foot on the floor shook and still pushed.

“Good. Your pussy is eating it. Don’t stop lifting.”

“Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Her heel dug at the floor. He felt her through the condom, pulling. He put his mouth on her breast, kept his hips on her, and came in the rubber, buried, her leg still up his side.

He stayed in her. Her foot stayed on the floor. She held his arm and breathed.

“Say it once more.”

“Fuck,” she said, and she was smiling.

He drew out of her, pushed her up the bed to the middle, and lay on his side next to her. His cock was going soft inside the condom. A white bubble of his cum sat in the tip. He pointed at it.

“See what you did.”

She laughed. “Your Tyson is dead now.”

“Tyson aa. It is resting. Will be ready any time for the next match.”

“My pussy can’t carry any more punches.”

“You don’t know your pussy. It is one hungry cat. I am going to call it my Catherine.”

“Whatever. But this much has come out of your Tyson.”

“Don’t just look. Take it off.”

She took the ring and rolled the condom off. Her hand turned toward the bin. He caught her wrist, took the rubber, and pushed her onto her back. He tipped the bubble over both breasts. The cum poured out and lay on them.

“Gross. What are you doing.”

She tried to sit up. He already had her wrists, and he laid his leg across her hip and held her on the bed.

“Good girls love cum. Smell it.”

She pulled at his hands. His leg kept her hip on the bed. She felt the cum slide on her breasts and pool between them. She gave up and rested. The smell was not so bad. The cum was on her skin, not inside her. It could not make a baby, so she had no reason to fear it.

He saw her still. He set both her palms on her breasts.

“Rub them.”

“Why.”

“Cathy earned it. Use it.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

He moved her palms through it. She followed. The cum was warm under her hands, and the foul smell came to her like a costly perfume. He lifted his hands off hers. She kept rubbing the load over her chest.

“Happy. Now let me bath.”

He held her in. “You rest after a good fuck. Don’t bath.”

He let go.

She could get up and wash. He was already going to sleep. Getting up would disappoint him, and her body was heavy. She turned in and held him tight, his bicep between her breasts, one thigh over his hip against the soft cock, her head on his shoulder. She slept.

Kunal woke in the dark. She was naked against his arm. The arm lay down the middle of her, between her breasts and along her belly, and her pussy rested on the back of his palm.

He took his phone in his free hand, ordered dinner, and told them to leave it at the door. He put the phone down and looked at her.

He heard the parking gate open, then footsteps in the corridor. A few minutes later the gate shut and a bike left.

He pinched her ass.

“What.”

“Food is outside. Go pick it.”

She looked at the clock. She was starving. She went to the hall. Her clothes were still a wet pile. She felt the thrill again. She opened the door a little. The road was empty. She stepped out, picked up the parcel, and stepped back in at once. It was a game inside the game, and she loved the rush.




She set the food on the table and went to Rohan’s room. She opened his cupboard, took his vest and his briefs, and put them on. When she came out, an IPL match was running. Kunal was on the sofa. She sat down with him and they ate.

“How was the US.”

“One hell of a ride.”

“Looks like someone did not want to come back at all.”

“With Rohan and you here, how can I stay there long.”

“You should have shot a lot there.”

He turned the computer on and opened Leela’s shoot first.

“Mature. And still beautiful.”

“At forty you will be even more beautiful.”

“I wish.”

He moved on to the night party. Bodies were in groups on the floor and against the walls, mouths on bodies, cocks in women, women on women. She leaned in.




“What is happening here.”

“My clients have strip clubs all over that country. These parties are for their rich friends.”

She stopped his hand on one frame. Leela had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass, and she held two more, one in each fist.

“Is this not Leela.”

“Yes. She is one active dynamo.”

“Her husband will feel bad, no.”

“He is in the background, fucking that black girl.” He pointed. Aarav was behind her, buried in the other woman.

“Really.”

“Their life. Love one side. Lust the other side. Who are we to judge.”

She had Rohan’s vest on, and she was sitting with his friend. Who was she to judge Leela.

“Ok. But that is too much.”

“No one asked you to do that. She likes it. That is enough.”

The cocks in the frames were not one size. Some were thick. Some were shorter. Some hung heavy past a navel.

“These are not the same size.”

“It varies. All give the same pleasure only.”

“So many naked girls. Did you do anything with them.”

“My bed was always full. Different girls, different days.”

He lied. He wanted her to want him. He did not want her to love him.

“Oh. Then I am just one of many.”

“No. See. You are the only one I had without a condom. So I have had sex only with you.”

“You and your logic.”

“So today we did not have sex. I am still a one-nighter.”

“About that. I need a promise. Please. Do not say no.”

“Ok.”

“This is the last. I slipped. I cannot anymore. I love Rohan.”

“This is nothing to do with love.”

“Still. Can you please promise.”

“Ok. I promise if.”

“What if.”

“We go back to where we were before that heavenly Friday.”

“We are friends. Always.”

“No. You know I did not mean that.”

“Ok. You can have those kisses.”

“We can. We.”

“Yes. Friendly kisses.”

“Deal.”

“Ok. Deal. Now drop me home.”

He held out a denim crop top and a pair of denim shorts.

“Really. This.”

“We will wear helmets.”

The top stopped above her navel. The shorts sat high on her thighs. She put them on while he watched.




He took her to the back door. He caught her hand before she went in.

“You promised.”

She came close, put her hands around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth.




“Happy.”

“Yes.”

“I am going.”

“You can take my promise back anytime.”

She laughed.

“Never happening.”

She ran toward the house.

Monday evening Rohan parked where he could see the campus gate. He had come to surprise her, and he was looking for the sad girl from the call. Students were heading for the auto stand. Then he saw her in that line, walking for an auto, and her face was glowing. He held the wheel and stared. Was he seeing it right. Ten days apart might have made her more beautiful.

She saw the car. Her face lit, and she left the autos. She climbed in and shut the door. Their mouths met at once, and they stayed on each other’s lips.

“I missed you.”

“I missed more.”

“Let’s go to the park. Tell me all the village news.”

They sat in the park and he told her. The rites were done. The papers had taken the rest of the days. Ma was tired and still feeding anyone who came to the house. Isha kept asking. She was easy beside him, and he was happy. The sadness from the call was not on her.

At her building he stopped.

“How many days of work are left.”

“Lab audits should be over by tomorrow. Time to head back to prison.”

He wanted to ask her to move into his room. Kunal should hear it first.

“Ok. We will talk tomorrow.”

Rohan came into the hall. Kunal was on the sofa. Rohan asked about the US. Kunal answered in short pieces. He was working out how to say the second time. His eyes stayed on his knee. Rohan watched him. He had never seen Kunal look down.

Kunal took a breath. “She asked. The second time. We did it.”

Rohan sat. He had meant to speak first, to ask if she could move into his room. What Kunal said was out of syllabus. On many nights after her birthday he had thought of her having Kunal again. Kunal’s rule was that only she could ask. Rohan could not see her asking, and Kunal not coming back to India made it worse. He forgot that and started dreaming of their Goa honeymoon. He was only now seeing how the signature had become the second chance.

“One thing. If you say no, I am fine.”

“What is it.”

“I like to try her more. Only before your wedding.”

Rohan took a moment. What Kunal asked had been his dream for her. He would not turn selfish and spoil it. He let Kunal have the time. The fear came back. All three of them in one house, Kunal after her, felt too dangerous. The words still came.

“As I said before, I always want her happy.”

Kunal heard the words, and he heard the tone. He knew Rohan well enough to hear the fear under them. “I promise she will never love me.”

Rohan breathed out. He was happy.

The next day they were at the park.

“We may not be married as per the books. But you are part of my soul.”

“Even I can’t say how much I missed you. Each breath felt heavy.”

“You have any work on campus this summer.”

“Nothing. Where are you going with this.”

“These ten days without you were hell. I cannot do two months.”

“You are reading my mind.”

“What if you tell your parents you have work.”

“Lie to them. Then what.”

“I will leave campus early. This park will be our place. Can you stay in Pune itself.”

“Yes. Definitely yes.”

[Hotgiri]

Hi lucifer - pls add gif

[Lucifer8797]

While Kunal was still shooting Rohan and Isha outdoors, a bigshot client put him on a call with Aarav. Aarav asked him for a week in the United States.

The day after he took her virginity, his passport arrived by courier, a United States tourist visa stamped in it. He could have flown any day. His heart was still in that night, so he chose to go at once.

He called Aarav.

“I can come now,” Kunal said. “Passport is here. I am packed. First flight you can put me on.”

“Come,” Aarav said. “Whenever you land.”

The house was like the Playboy mansion. Aarav and Leela were Indian-origin Americans in their forties, a good-looking rich power couple. They put him in a big room in the guest quarters.

The next day Leela was alone. He started with her. When she got naked the shoot fell apart. He looked at the frames. They looked amateur. He kept the card. He blamed jet lag and asked for the next day.

The next day, before every pose, he closed his eyes and thought what he would do if it was Isha, then put Leela that way. The shutter started. She was impressed.

The next night Aarav joined. Kunal moved them. He had Leela sit on Aarav and fold until her shoulders were on the floor and only her hips were on him. Then he had Aarav stand and take her with one of her legs against his chest. Both were impressed. On Saturday Leela asked him to the night party.

Luxury cars kept coming up the drive. Guests of every race arrived in short tunics, leather belts, sandals, a lot of skin, and half masks. At the door they dropped their wedding bands into labelled trays and went in. The hall was packed.

Kunal wore the same tunic. He put on a mask and kept the camera.

Inside the music started. They danced, turning in hold, tunics lifting when they spun. Then the dancing got hotter. Mouths found mouths. Hands went under the short cloth. Some stayed in the hall. Some went into other rooms. Groups formed on the floor and against the walls. He had never shot that. When a mouth or a back looked like hers, his finger sat heavier on the shutter. He walked the house and he shot.

The next day he showed Leela the frames.

By Monday she came to the guest quarters.

“You are a hit,” she said. “People are asking for you. Are you interested.”

“Yes.”

Her assistant started taking his bookings. He learned how different people lived, in a free world that did not tie itself to one bed and one name.

One afternoon Leela came onto him. Her mouth was on his before he had put the camera down. He kissed her back. She was already pulling him down the hall. In her room she opened his shirt and he pulled her dress off. Her breasts were in his hands. Her ass filled his palms. She got on the bed and opened her knees. He was excited. His mouth was on her. Then he stood to take her and his cock hung. He took it in his fist and stroked. It stayed heavy and soft. He put her hand on it. Same thing.

“It’s not an issue,” Leela said.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Isha had him. He had to break it before he went back to India.

The next week the word had already moved. Other parties in other cities called. He took every job. He kept moving. In each place he hit the pubs. Some nights he drank and went up alone. Twice a woman came to the room with him. Clothes came off. Mouth and hands, then his cock hung the way it had with Leela.

Work was still pouring in, and the visa still had days, when news came that grandfather was gone. He cancelled everything and took the next flight home.

All of that came back when he saw her wet clothes on the floor. His cock was pulsing again as he looked for her. He knocked. The door opened. His cock stood at once, a thick pole. It shoved the knot open. The towel hit the floor.

She was in the middle of his king-size bed. Her hair was still wet on the pillow. Her skin had already dried. She was naked. Her hands were folded over her chest, palms covering her breasts, the sides of them still showing, the nipples hidden under her own fingers. She had taken a condom from the drawer by the bed and laid the pouch on her cunt. It sat at the start of her pussy like a tiny thong, the foil covering the top of the slit. Her thighs were locked tight hiding the rest. Her eyes were closed.

With her eyes shut she felt him walk close. The mattress took his weight. Then water from his hair hit her skin as he came nearer. The pouch lifted off her. Cool air touched her shaved lips. He was looking straight at her cunt. Butterflies went through her belly.

The fight in her had started when Rohan said Kunal would take her to the tour desk. On the stairs down, the first night came back on every step. On the bike her nipples went hard as steel. Holding his solid frame pulled her forward, and her breasts crushed his back.

The real fight began when they came in wet and he walked out in just a towel and left her. She came out of her clothes with the towel still in her hair. Her cunt was loud. You promised today. We are desperate. The soreness after the first time had felt good for weeks, and we needed that again. Do not act like a proper girl. You already did it. What new wrong would this be. Her mind knew the cunt was a cat that had tasted the cream. It would keep coming for that taste. It made a deal. Once more, then this wrong thing is finished. This time we cannot risk it. She went to his room. If there is a condom, we take him. The drawer was full of gold pouches, all of them Magnum XXXL.

She threw the towel, lay down, and put one pouch on her pussy. She kept her eyes shut and hoped he would take her. Once more, then home, and the soreness would last for weeks.

Five minutes had gone since the pouch left her cunt. He moved on the bed. He was not touching her. She grew desperate. She opened her eyes a crack and went still.

He was kneeling by her head. The fat head of his cock was almost on her lips, shining with precum. The pouch was still in his hand. Her eyes came fully open.

“What are you doing.”

“Suck me.”

“Chee. Who does that.”

“A girl who really wants.”

“Please. Like last time.”

“Last time we did not have this.” He showed her the condom.

“We cannot risk. Please.”

Her plea almost took him. If he gave in now, she would always set the terms. He threw the condom off the cot.

“I like risks. Your choice.”

She needed the fuck. She looked at his eyes. He was not going to fold. She swallowed and opened her mouth. He moved in. Her lips kissed the head.

He swung a leg over her and brought the other with it. His knees sank into the mattress on both sides of her neck. His feet planted on the sides of her. He looked at her and let his hips come down. His ass sat on her breasts. Half his weight stayed in his knees. The rest flattened her tits under him, her nipples caught under the heavy cheeks. His balls rested on her breastbone. The hot rod pointed at her lips again.

She tried to lift her mouth to it. Her neck bent the wrong way. The head slipped on her chin.



He pulled the pillows in, bunched them, and shoved them under her head. He slid his legs under her shoulders. Her upper body rested on his thighs, and her mouth sat level with him. The cock lay on her lips. He looked down at her face, at the fat head shining on her mouth.



“What do you call this.”

“Pee pee.”

He kept the head on her lip and waited.

“Penis.”

“No. You call mine cock. Now say it.”

“Cock.”

“Again.”

“Cock.”

“And between your legs. That is your pussy. Say it.”

“Pussy.”

“My cock. Your pussy. That is how we talk. Say it that way.”

“Your cock. My pussy.”

“They call them pussy and cock because the cat eats the chicken. Is your pussy ready to eat its cock.”

“Yes.”

“Then marinate it. Open.”

She opened. He put the mushroom to her teeth and pushed. Her teeth hit the ridge. He hissed and pulled back, a red mark already on the head.




“Easy. Cover the teeth. Lips over. Hide them.”

She rolled her lips in over her teeth the way he said. He tried again. The fat head pressed her mouth wide until her jaw ached at the hinges. The mushroom squeezed in, and that was all she could take. The rest of him stood between her mouth and his belly, heavy, shining with her spit, more than both her hands could hide. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth onto the pillow. The head sat on her tongue, filling the whole small space. She held still and waited.

“Breathe from your nose. Keep the lips over the teeth. Put your tongue under the head, flat, and hold me there. I will not give you more than this mouth can take.”




She moved her tongue. It found the slit. A thin bead of precum leaked onto it, slicker than spit, saltier. She made a sound in her throat and tried to pull off. He kept his voice down, shifted his weight to his knees, found a nipple under his ass, and pinched.

“Stay. That is how a cock starts. Taste it. I have you.”

He eased back until the head rested on her lower lip, a clear bead still on the slit.

“Tell me what it is.”

“Salt,” she said. “Funny.”

“That’s it. Again. Open. Lips over the teeth, the way I showed you.”

He fed her the head. She took it. Her teeth almost caught him. He pinched the other nipple and said it close.

“Hide them. Look at me.”



She hid them. Her lips stretched around the ridge, shiny with spit. He looked down at that.

“Now marinate it. Keep it there. Let it sit in your mouth.”

She held him. Spit pooled around the head and ran from her lip. Her jaw shook on the thickness.




“Say my name. I want to hear you.”

“Ba-ath.”

“A little louder. I am here.”

“Kunal.” It came out around him, thick with spit.

“Do you still want the fuck.”

“Yeth.”

“Say it for me.”

“I want.”

He kept the head at her mouth. She made an O. He pushed the head through it and felt her lips seal on the ridge, her spit hot around the mushroom, her tongue under him as her mouth held the whole head. He drew back and her mouth pulled at him, spit stretching, then he put the head in again. The rest of him stayed out. She held the shaft in both hands and took the head as he gave it. Each time her lips caught the ridge he felt it in his groin. Spit ran to her cheek. His ass shifted on her breasts.



“Stay. I will do it. Only this much.”

When her jaw shook he held still, the head on her lip.

“Now your tongue. Make love to the cock. Swirl around it.”

She put her tongue on the head and moved it around the ridge, circling, then around the slit, then wider around the whole mushroom. He felt the trail of her spit. The head shone with her spit.



“How does it taste now.”

“Good.”

“Will you still say chee.”

“No.”

“Now put your tongue in my slit.”

She pushed her tongue into the small split at the tip. More precum leaked onto it. He breathed in.

“Hold the rest of the cock in your hands. Pull the skin back. Now soak it well.”

She stripped the skin down the shaft until the head stood fully out, tight and dark, and took it in. She worked it with her lips and tongue, spit running down him, the rest of him thick in her fists.




“Mild bites. Not like before. You can chew the head.”

She gave the mushroom small bites, then chewed it with her lips still covering most of the teeth. The chew almost made him come. He pulled back, eyes shut, and held still until he could put the head in her mouth again. He looked down at her and kept his voice down.

“That’s it. You are doing good.”

“Look at me.”

She looked up at him. His eyes were on her mouth.

“Say you want this.”

“I want this.” The words broke around the head.

“Your tongue. Fast on my slit.”

She put her tongue on the split at the tip and moved it there, flicking. He breathed in. She went faster. The slit leaked on her tongue.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. The cock loves you.”

More precum came. She kept the tongue on it.

“That is love juice, not piss. Keep going.”

She did. He held her hair.

“Fuck my slit with your tongue.”

She pushed the tip into the split and fucked it, and her palms twisted the shaft, turning the skin around him. He felt both at once. His thighs went hard under her shoulders. He tried to hold still. The cock jumped in her hands. He groaned, low. “Ah.” The first thick pulse hit her tongue, heavier than the salt that had come before. She gagged and shoved at his hips, throat shut, trying to get out from under him without swallowing. He held her head and kept the mushroom in her mouth and came the rest of the way into her. Her mouth filled.



She twisted and broke his grip. It spilled from her lips down her chin onto her breasts. She ran for the bathroom with what was left.

She spat into the basin and rinsed her mouth. She soaped her face, both breasts, and every place his cum had landed, and rinsed. She came out angry, her face hot, and went straight to the bed.

He lay on his back. His cock lay spent on his belly. She looked at it, then at him.

“Dirty fellow. Why in my mouth.”

She snatched a pillow off the cot and brought it down on the spent cock. The cloth hit the shaft. He jerked. She hit it again.

“You only swallowed.”

“You held my head.”

“Good girls eat cock. Don’t beat it.”

She landed another beat, square on him. “This is bad cock spitting bad things in my mouth.”

He caught the pillow and held it.

“That is love juice. Good for the skin. Makes you glow.”

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She pulled the pillow out of his hands and beat him with it again. “What currently glows is enough.”

He pulled the pillow back, threw it off the cot, and caught her around the waist. He hugged her in, turned her, and sat her on his stomach, facing his legs. Her ass landed on him. Her knees went to the bed on both sides of his hips. His spent cock lay in front of her.

“Ok. Beat it. But beat with your hand.”

She slapped it with her open palm, and it jumped and dropped. She slapped it again, harder, and he sucked air through his teeth. The next hit landed on a shaft that had started to fill, and it stayed up longer. Her palm stung as she hit it again, and it was thicker. She kept looking at it, her fingers wrapping on the way down instead of leaving, and she held him. She went to hit it and pulled the skin instead, stripping it down until the head came free. Her fist ran to the root and back up over the head. She did it again, slower, both hands around him, working the skin, until an iron rod twitched in her fists.

He watched her hands on him and smiled. Juice ran from her pussy and collected in his belly button.

“So. Shall we start.”

“You are ready.”

“Yes. Now fetch the condom.”

She climbed off him and picked the pouch up from the floor. She came back onto the bed and held it out.

“Tear it.”

She tore the foil. The rubber sat in her palm.

“This side up.”

She set it on the head.

“Roll it down. Are you liking it.”

She rolled it down the shaft with both hands. “Yes.”

“Want to make love to my cock.”

“No. You do it.”

She lay on her back beside him.

He got off the bed and pulled her by the hips until her ass hung off the mattress, the open edge under her. He put her left foot on the floor. He hooked her right leg up along his side, her calf against him, and stood between her thighs. The condom shone on the iron rod. He put the head to her pussy and looked at her.

“Say fuck.”

She stared at him. “Fuck.”

He pushed. The fat head opened her and she took it with a sound in her throat. He gave her more, then more, until her hips hung on him and the rubber was in to the root. She pushed up on the foot and met him.



“That’s it. Use that leg. Come up the cock.”

She pushed again. Her pussy climbed the shaft and sat on it. He drew back until the head tugged her from inside, then drove in so deep her ass left the bed. She felt him in her belly.

“Ah. Fuck.”

“Louder. I am fucking you. Say it.”



“You are fucking me.”

He held her hip with one hand and her raised thigh with the other. Her foot shoved her onto him each time he came forward, her tits jumping, her mouth open. Juice from her ran down onto the condom and made a sound when his stomach hit her.



“What do you want.”

“That cock.”



Her foot slipped. He waited, still buried, until she found the floor and lifted. The lift took him deeper. She clutched his arm.




He put her raised leg higher, almost to his chest, and leaned over her, driving down into the hang. She met him from below. She came on that, her pussy locking on him. He stayed buried and drove. Sweat ran off his jaw onto her breasts. The foot on the floor shook and still pushed.


“Good. Your pussy is eating it. Don’t stop lifting.”



“Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Her heel dug at the floor. He felt her through the condom, pulling. He put his mouth on her breast, kept his hips on her, and came in the rubber, buried, her leg still up his side.

He stayed in her. Her foot stayed on the floor. She held his arm and breathed.

“Say it once more.”

“Fuck,” she said, and she was smiling.

He drew out of her, pushed her up the bed to the middle, and lay on his side next to her. His cock was going soft inside the condom. A white bubble of his cum sat in the tip. He pointed at it.

“See what you did.”

She laughed. “Your Tyson is dead now.”

“Tyson aa. It is resting. Will be ready any time for the next match.”

“My pussy can’t carry any more punches.”

“You don’t know your pussy. It is one hungry cat. I am going to call it my Catherine.”

“Whatever. But this much has come out of your Tyson.”

“Don’t just look. Take it off.”

She took the ring and rolled the condom off. Her hand turned toward the bin. He caught her wrist, took the rubber, and pushed her onto her back. He tipped the bubble over both breasts. The cum poured out and lay on them.

“Gross. What are you doing.”

She tried to sit up. He already had her wrists, and he laid his leg across her hip and held her on the bed.

“Good girls love cum. Smell it.”

She pulled at his hands. His leg kept her hip on the bed. She felt the cum slide on her breasts and pool between them. She gave up and rested. The smell was not so bad. The cum was on her skin, not inside her. It could not make a baby, so she had no reason to fear it.

He saw her still. He set both her palms on her breasts.

“Rub them.”

“Why.”

“Cathy earned it. Use it.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

He moved her palms through it. She followed. The cum was warm under her hands, and the foul smell came to her like a costly perfume. He lifted his hands off hers. She kept rubbing the load over her chest.


“Happy. Now let me bath.”

He held her in. “You rest after a good fuck. Don’t bath.”

He let go.

She could get up and wash. He was already going to sleep. Getting up would disappoint him, and her body was heavy. She turned in and held him tight, his bicep between her breasts, one thigh over his hip against the soft cock, her head on his shoulder. She slept.

Kunal woke in the dark. She was naked against his arm. The arm lay down the middle of her, between her breasts and along her belly, and her pussy rested on the back of his palm.

He took his phone in his free hand, ordered dinner, and told them to leave it at the door. He put the phone down and looked at her.

He heard the parking gate open, then footsteps in the corridor. A few minutes later the gate shut and a bike left.

He pinched her ass.

“What.”

“Food is outside. Go pick it.”

She looked at the clock. She was starving. She went to the hall. Her clothes were still a wet pile. She felt the thrill again. She opened the door a little. The road was empty. She stepped out, picked up the parcel, and stepped back in at once. It was a game inside the game, and she loved the rush.

She set the food on the table and went to Rohan’s room. She opened his cupboard, took his vest and his briefs, and put them on. When she came out, an IPL match was running. Kunal was on the sofa. She sat down with him and they ate.

“How was the US.”

“One hell of a ride.”

“Looks like someone did not want to come back at all.”

“With Rohan and you here, how can I stay there long.”

“You should have shot a lot there.”

He turned the computer on and opened Leela’s shoot first.

“Mature. And still beautiful.”

“At forty you will be even more beautiful.”

“I wish.”

He moved on to the night party. Bodies were in groups on the floor and against the walls, mouths on bodies, cocks in women, women on women. She leaned in.

“What is happening here.”

“My clients have strip clubs all over that country. These parties are for their rich friends.”

She stopped his hand on one frame. Leela had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass, and she held two more, one in each fist.



“Is this not Leela.”

“Yes. She is one active dynamo.”

“Her husband will feel bad, no.”

“He is in the background, fucking that black girl.” He pointed. Aarav was behind her, buried in the other woman.

“Really.”

“Their life. Love one side. Lust the other side. Who are we to judge.”

She had Rohan’s vest on, and she was sitting with his friend. Who was she to judge Leela.

“Ok. But that is too much.”

“No one asked you to do that. She likes it. That is enough.”

The cocks in the frames were not one size. Some were thick. Some were shorter. Some hung heavy past a navel.

“These are not the same size.”

“It varies. All give the same pleasure only.”

“So many naked girls. Did you do anything with them.”

“My bed was always full. Different girls, different days.”

He lied. He wanted her to want him. He did not want her to love him.

“Oh. Then I am just one of many.”

“No. See. You are the only one I had without a condom. So I have had sex only with you.”

“You and your logic.”

“So today we did not have sex. I am still a one-nighter.”

“About that. I need a promise. Please. Do not say no.”

“Ok.”

“This is the last. I slipped. I cannot anymore. I love Rohan.”

“This is nothing to do with love.”

“Still. Can you please promise.”

“Ok. I promise if.”

“What if.”

“We go back to where we were before that heavenly Friday.”

“We are friends. Always.”

“No. You know I did not mean that.”

“Ok. You can have those kisses.”

“We can. We.”

“Yes. Friendly kisses.”

“Deal.”

“Ok. Deal. Now drop me home.”

He held out a denim crop top and a pair of denim shorts.

“Really. This.”

“We will wear helmets.”

The top stopped above her navel. The shorts sat high on her thighs. She put them on while he watched.

He took her to the back door. He caught her hand before she went in.

“You promised.”

She came close, put her hands around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth.

“Happy.”

“Yes.”

“I am going.”

“You can take my promise back anytime.”

She laughed.

“Never happening.”

She ran toward the house.

Monday evening Rohan parked where he could see the campus gate. He had come to surprise her, and he was looking for the sad girl from the call. Students were heading for the auto stand. Then he saw her in that line, walking for an auto, and her face was glowing. He held the wheel and stared. Was he seeing it right. Ten days apart might have made her more beautiful.

She saw the car. Her face lit, and she left the autos. She climbed in and shut the door. Their mouths met at once, and they stayed on each other’s lips.

“I missed you.”

“I missed more.”

“Let’s go to the park. Tell me all the village news.”

They sat in the park and he told her. The rites were done. The papers had taken the rest of the days. Ma was tired and still feeding anyone who came to the house. Isha kept asking. She was easy beside him, and he was happy. The sadness from the call was not on her.

At her building he stopped.

“How many days of work are left.”

“Lab audits should be over by tomorrow. Time to head back to prison.”

He wanted to ask her to move into his room. Kunal should hear it first.

“Ok. We will talk tomorrow.”

Rohan came into the hall. Kunal was on the sofa. Rohan asked about the US. Kunal answered in short pieces. He was working out how to say the second time. His eyes stayed on his knee. Rohan watched him. He had never seen Kunal look down.

Kunal took a breath. “She asked. The second time. We did it.”

Rohan sat. He had meant to speak first, to ask if she could move into his room. What Kunal said was out of syllabus. On many nights after her birthday he had thought of her having Kunal again. Kunal’s rule was that only she could ask. Rohan could not see her asking, and Kunal not coming back to India made it worse. He forgot that and started dreaming of their Goa honeymoon. He was only now seeing how the signature had become the second chance.

“One thing. If you say no, I am fine.”

“What is it.”

“I like to try her more. Only before your wedding.”

Rohan took a moment. What Kunal asked had been his dream for her. He would not turn selfish and spoil it. He let Kunal have the time. The fear came back. All three of them in one house, Kunal after her, felt too dangerous. The words still came.

“As I said before, I always want her happy.”

Kunal heard the words, and he heard the tone. He knew Rohan well enough to hear the fear under them. “I promise she will never love me.”

Rohan breathed out. He was happy.

The next day they were at the park.

“We may not be married as per the books. But you are part of my soul.”

“Even I can’t say how much I missed you. Each breath felt heavy.”

“You have any work on campus this summer.”

“Nothing. Where are you going with this.”

“These ten days without you were hell. I cannot do two months.”

“You are reading my mind.”

“What if you tell your parents you have work.”

“Lie to them. Then what.”

“I will leave campus early. This park will be our place. Can you stay in Pune itself.”

“Yes. Definitely yes.”