Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

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Planning for next meet with Mamta
 
The next few days passed so quickly, it was a Tuesday evening when Rohan first thought of it.
 
He was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone, when the idea came to him.
 
Friday.
 
He thought Anjali would be home, Saturday is off.
 
And Neetu.
 
Neetu could come over. She could stay the night. And while she was here, safe and occupied with Anjali, I could be somewhere else.
 
With Mamta.
 
He sat up, his heart racing. It was perfect.
 
He found Anjali in her room, reading on her bed.
 
"Anju."
 
She looked up. "What?"
 
"I have an idea."
 
"I can tell. You have that look."
 
"What look?"
 
"The look you get when you're planning something."
 
He sat beside her. "Friday."
 
"What?"
 
"I want Neetu to come over. For a sleepover."
 
Anjali raised an eyebrow. "A sleepover? With us? Parents will be home. What can you do?"
 
"No, she will be with you. She'll stay here, with you. Safe. Occupied."
 
"And you?"
 
"I'll be elsewhere."
 
"Elsewhere?"
 
"Mamta's."
 
Anjali was quiet for a moment. Then she smiled. "Ohh… You want to go to Mamta while Neetu is here."
 
"Yes."
 
"So Neetu doesn't know."
 
"No. She doesn't need to know."
 
Anjali studied him. "What if she asks where you are? She has been helping you in getting close to Mamta."
 
"Still it is better she does not know about this. Meeting and talking is different. Friday, I am planning to take Mamta completely. Make her mine. So it is better Neetu does not know about this Friday. Tell her I went out with friends. She won't question it."
 
"And if she does?"
 
"She won't." He paused. "She trusts you. She trusts me. She won't question anything."
 
Anjali was quiet for a long moment. Then she nodded.
 
"Okay. I'll invite her."
 
"Good girl."
 
"But Rohan, " She caught his hand. "Be careful. Neetu is her daughter. If she finds out that you were with her mom the whole night…"
 
"She won't find out."
 
"But if she does…"
 
"She won't." He kissed her forehead. "Trust me."
 
"I do trust you. That's what worries me."
 
He laughed. "That's why you're my partner."
 

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The Invitation
 

The next morning, Anjali found Neetu in the canteen.
 
"Neetu! Just the person I was looking for."
 
Neetu looked up from her tray. "Anju? What's up?"
 
"I have a proposition."
 
"I'm listening."
 
"Friday. I am thinking why don’t you come over? We can have a sleepover. It’s been a while" Anjali paused. "Come over. Stay the night. Keep me company. Let us have fun… "
 
Neetu's face brightened. "Really? A sleepover? Yes, it has been a while we had a sleepover.  And I remember the last sleepover. Unforgettable one."
 
"Really, yes. We can watch movies, eat junk food. It'll be fun."
 
"I'd love that."
 
"Great. Come over around six. I'll have everything ready."
 
"I'll be there."
 
Anjali smiled. "Perfect."
 
She walked away, her heart racing.
 
Step one complete.
 
Next is the confirmation from Neetu
 
That evening, Neetu texted Anjali.
 
Neetu: Mummy said yes! I can come over Friday.
 
Anjali: Yay! I'm so excited!
 
Neetu: Me too! What should I bring?
 
Anjali: Just yourself. And maybe your favorite snacks.
 
Neetu: Okay! See you Friday!
 
Anjali: See you Friday!
 
Anjali set her phone down and looked at Rohan.
 
"She's coming."
 
"Good." He smiled. "Now I can call Mamta."
 
That night, Rohan sat in his room, his phone in his hand.
 
He'd been waiting for this moment. The house was quiet. Anjali was asleep. His parents were in their room.
 
He dialed Mamta's number.
 
She answered on the second ring.
 
"Rohan?"
 
"Hi." His voice was soft. "Did I wake you?"
 
"No. I was just reading."
 
"Good." He paused. "I have something to tell you."
 
"What?"
 
"Friday. I'm coming to see you."
 
There was a moment of silence. Then: "Friday?"
 
"Yes. Neetu is staying with Anjali here.  The whole night. I'll be free."
 
"Free?"
 
"Free to be with you. All night."
 
Another silence. He could hear her breathing.
 
"Rohan, "
 
"I've been thinking about it all week. About you. About us. About what we did."
 
"Me too."
 
"But the whole night, what if Neetu finds out? Or what if someone else finds out?"
 
"No one will find out. Trust me. All night. I want to make love to you until the sun comes up."
 
He heard her breath catch.
 
"You're going to make me blush."
 
"Good. I want you to blush. I want you to think about me till I knock on your door on Friday evening."
 
"I already do."
 
"Good." He paused. "I'll come evening, After Neetu is settled here with Anju."
 
"I'll be waiting."
 
"Wear something beautiful. For me."
 
"I will."
 
"And Mamta?"
 
"Yes?"
 
"I love you."
 
"I love you too."
 
He ended the call and lay back, staring at the ceiling.
 
Friday. Just two more days.
 

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Final move to get Mamta

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Thursday - The Anticipation
 
The next two days passed slowly.
 
Rohan found himself thinking about her constantly. The way she looked at him. The way she felt beneath him. The sounds she made when he touched her.
 
He couldn't wait.
 
On Thursday night, he texted her.
 
Rohan: One more day.
 
Mamta: I know. I can't sleep.
 
Rohan: Neither can I. I keep thinking about you.
 
Mamta: What are you thinking about?
 
Rohan: Your lips. Your skin. The way you say my name when you're close.
 
Mamta: You're going to drive me crazy.
 
Rohan: Good. I want you to be crazy. I want you to be desperate by tomorrow night.
 
Mamta: I already am.
 
Rohan: Good girl.
 
Mamta: What time will you come?
 
Rohan: Seven. Maybe earlier.
 
Mamta: I'll be ready.
 
Rohan: What will you wear?
 
Mamta: Something special. For you.
 
Rohan: Describe it.
 
Mamta: It's a surprise.
 
Rohan: I don't like surprises.
 
Mamta: You'll like this one.
 
Rohan: Tell me.
 
Mamta: No. You'll see tomorrow.
 
Rohan: You're teasing me.
 
Mamta: Maybe.
 
Rohan: I'll remember this.
 
Mamta: I hope so.
 
He set the phone down, smiling.
 
Tomorrow. Finally.
 
 
 
The Friday : Evening Past 6pm
 
Friday evening arrived.
 
Rohan watched from his window as Neetu walked up the driveway. She was carrying an overnight bag and smiling.
 
Anjali opened the door, hugging her.
 
"Neetu! You're here!"
 
"I'm here!"
 
They disappeared inside.
 
Rohan waited. He heard their voices, laughter, chatter, the sounds of two friends settling in for the night.
 
Then his phone buzzed.
 
Anjali: She's settled. You can go.
 
He grabbed his jacket and keys. He walked downstairs, passing the living room where Anjali and Neetu were curled up on the couch with snacks and a movie.
 
"Rohan!" Neetu called. "Where are you going?"
 
"Out with friends," he said casually. "I might be late. Don’t wait for me."
 
"I thought you would be here."
 
"I wish, but this was planned way before."
 
He caught Anjali's eye. She nodded slightly.
 
He walked out the door.
 

 

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The Dark House - Complete Darkness
 
The Preparation
 
Mamta spent the entire afternoon preparing.
 
She moved through the house like a woman possessed, pushing furniture against walls or into locked rooms.
 
She rolled up rugs that could trip him, removed everything sharp or dangerous, closed every curtain, every blind, every door.
 
She even taped over the tiny indicator lights on electronic devices, those small red and green eyes that would betray the darkness.
 
The house became a void.
 
A perfect, absolute darkness.
 
Then she took her bath.
 
She exfoliated her skin until it was soft as silk, until it glowed.
 
She applied jasmine oil to her hair, working it through the strands until they shone, then smoothed it across her body, down her arms, her stomach, her thighs, until her skin caught the faint light like water.
 
She perfumed herself with the scent he loved, dabbing it at her wrists, behind her ears, the hollow of her throat.
 
She put on her saree.
 
Deep blue silk, so soft it felt like water against her skin.
 
She dbangd it carefully, deliberately, letting the fabric settle against her curves.
 
Nothing underneath.
 
No blouse.
 
No petticoat.
 
Just her and the silk.
 
The cool fabric whispered against her bare skin with every breath, a constant, teasing reminder of her own nakedness beneath.
 
She was ready.
 

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The Arrival
 
The doorbell rang.
 
Mamta walked through the darkness, her bare feet silent on the floor.
 
She knew every step, every corner, every inch of her home.
 
She'd memorized it in the dark, spent hours walking these paths until her body knew them better than her eyes ever had.
 
She opened the door.
 
Rohan stood there, silhouetted against the faint glow of the street lamp.
 
He couldn't see her, only her outline, the shimmer of her saree catching the dim light like starlight on dark water.
 
"What happened?" His voice carried surprise, uncertainty.
 
He wasn't sure what she was up to.
 
"Come in," she whispered.
 
He stepped inside.
 
She closed the door behind him, and the darkness became absolute.
 
"Rohan, "
 
"Where are you?"
 
She pressed her body against his.
 
The silk of her saree brushed against his clothes, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the warmth of her bare skin, the softness of her body yielding against him.
 
His breath caught.
 
His hands hovered at her waist, trembling slightly, as if he was afraid she might dissolve beneath his touch.
 
The heat of her body seeped through the silk, radiating against his palms before he'd even made contact.
 
"Touch me," she whispered.
 
"Feel me."
 
He reached out, his hands finding her waist.
 
The silk was smooth, almost liquid beneath his fingers.