Adultery Seduction of My Wife Padma (UPDATED 30-DEC-25)

[sharath841]

That evening, Padma's father called Mohan.
? Father: "Mohan, our village jatre is coming up. You both should come. It's been a long time since you visited properly."
Mohan smiled.
? Mohan: "I really wanted to, Uncle, but I have some important work at the office. I don't think I can take so many days off."
? Father: "At least send Padma. She can stay with us and help with the arrangements."
Mohan glanced toward Padma, who was nearby.
? Mohan: "Yes, I'll send her. She'll be happy to come."
Padma looked up.
? Padma: "What happened?"
He covered the phone for a moment.
? Mohan: "Your father is inviting us for the jatre. I can't go because of work, but you can if you want."
Padma's face lit up.
? Padma: "Really?"
Mohan nodded and went back to the call.
? Mohan: "Uncle, I'll send her in the next couple of days."
? Father: "Good. Let her stay for some time. There will be a lot of work, and everyone will be happy to have her here."
When the call ended, Padma looked at him.
? Mohan: "So? How long do you want to stay?"
She thought for a moment.
? Padma: "Maybe a few days."
? Mohan: "A few days means?"
She laughed.
? Padma: "Actually… I think I'll stay for fifteen days."
His eyebrows rose.
? Mohan: "Fifteen?"

Padma: "Yes. There's the jatre, I have to assist my parents..

Mohan nodded.
? Mohan: "Okay. If you want to stay, stay. I'll come and visit when I get time."
Padma smiled.
? Padma: "Thank you."
She was genuinely happy. It had been a long time since anyone had said stay as long as you like without asking why.
That night she packed slowly, humming. Two cotton sarees, one silk for the festival, her mother's favourite sweets.


The next morning, Padma started preparing for her fifteen-day stay.
She packed enough sarees, casual clothes and nightwear to last, and left the rest of the cupboard as it was.
Before leaving, she went shopping for her family. She bought a box of sweets for everyone, a few nice clothes for her parents and a small gift for her brother.
She came home with all the bags and set them by the door.

Mohan had already booked her bus ticket and arranged a cab to the bus stand. He helped her load everything into the car.
? Mohan: "Everything ready?
Padma: "Yes. I think I've packed half the house."

Mohan laughed.
? Mohan: "Fifteen days, remember?"
? Padma: "I know."
At the bus stand, he carried the luggage to the door of the bus.
? Mohan: "Call me once you reach."
? Padma: "I will."
She hugged him before boarding.
? Mohan: "Take care, baby."
? Padma: "You too."
She settled into her window seat and watched Mohan standing outside as the bus slowly pulled away.
She looked at the bags beside her, the sweets and the gifts for her family, and a small smile appeared.
For the next fifteen days, she wouldn't just be someone's wife living in Bangalore. She would be Padma from the village again: a daughter, a former teacher and a helping hand for the jatre.

She had no idea that returning home would also bring someone from her past back into her everyday life.

[sharath841]

Driver confirmed the village name by asking Padma. 

The road left the highway and narrowed. Concrete gave way to red mud, and shops gave way to fields. Sugarcane stood tall on both sides, and a line of coconut palms leaned against the sky. A bullock cart creaked ahead of them, and the driver slowed without complaint.
Padma lowered the window.
The air came in warm and smelled of wet soil and cow dung and something sweet she couldn't name. She breathed it in and felt her shoulders drop.
How did I forget this?
A small stream ran under a stone bridge. She remembered the bridge. She had crossed it every morning on her way to college, with her bag on her back and her slate swinging by a string. The water was lower now, and a boy was washing a buffalo in it, the same boy, she thought, or the next one.
Then the village appeared.
The temple gopura first, small and whitewashed, with fresh flags tied for the jatre. Then the banyan tree and its tea stall. The college roof, tin and rust-red, at the top of the lane. Everything was smaller than the picture in her head, and kinder.
She felt her eyes sting and looked out of the window until it passed.
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The cab turned into the lane by the well.
At the far end, past the tamarind tree, she saw a tall house with whitewashed walls and carved wooden pillars standing behind a high compound wall. Even from here it looked cool and quiet and certain of itself.
She looked away from it quickly, as she had done all her childhood.
That's not your side of the lane.
The cab stopped three houses before it, where the road narrowed to a footpath.
There it was.
Her house was small and low, with a tiled roof and a verandah held up by two wooden posts. The paint had faded to a washed-out yellow. A tulsi plant stood in a clay pot by the steps, and a string of mango leaves hung over the door for the festival. A cot was pushed against the wall, and a steel tumbler sat on the windowsill.
It was not much. It had never been much.
But it was hers, and the sight of it made her chest ache more than any big house could.
She paid the driver, stepped out and stood on the mud path with her bags.
"Padma?"
Her mother stood at the gate with a ladle still in her hand. Her hair had more white than before, and she was thinner. She stared as if she thought Padma might vanish.
? Padma: "Amma."
Her mother dropped the ladle on the step. It rang against the stone.
She crossed the yard in four fast steps and caught Padma's face in both hands, turning it left and right, checking.
? Mother: "You've become thin. City food. What do they feed you there?"
Padma laughed and cried at the same time.
? Padma: "Amma, I'm fine."
? Mother: "Fine, fine. Come in. Your father is on the verandah. Don't make him wait."
Her father had already risen from the cot, one hand on the post. He was older too. His shoulders had rounded and his hands shook a little. But his eyes were the same.
? Father: "Padma."
She touched his feet. He laid a hand on her head and said nothing for a long moment.
? Father: "Good. Good that you came."
Her brother hurried in from the back, wiping his hands on his lungi, shouting for someone to help with the luggage. A neighbour's face appeared at the wall. Then another. The news travelled down the lane faster than any phone.
By the time Padma was seated on the cot with a glass of buttermilk in her hand, half the street was in the yard.
Then she closed the shutter, lay back on the old pillow and listened to the sounds of the village settling for the night: a cow lowing, a pressure cooker whistling and somewhere far off a temple bell.

She smiled at the ceiling.
For the first time in months, she did not reach for her phone.

The old pillow, the familiar ceiling, and the sounds of the village outside somehow made her sleep more peacefully than she had in Bangalore for a long time.

She woke when sunlight came through the window.

For a few seconds, she simply lay there.

Then she heard her mother’s voice from the kitchen.

? Mother: “Padma! Wake up. Breakfast is ready.”

Padma smiled.

? Padma: “Coming, Amma.”

She got up, washed, and changed into a simple comfortable saree.

When she came outside, her mother had already prepared breakfast.

Her father was sitting on the verandah reading the newspaper.

? Father: “Did you sleep well?”

? Padma: “Very well.”

Her mother smiled.

? Mother: “Of course. Village air is different.”

Padma laughed and sat down.

After breakfast, RiceRoti and coconut chutney and she helped her mother with a few things around the house.

Then she heard voices outside.

“Padma!”

She turned.

Two of her old friends were standing at the gate.

Padma’s face immediately lit up.

? Padma: “You two!”
They hugged and laughed.
Then she heard familiar voices outside.



? Geeta: “Padma!”



Padma turned toward the gate.



Geeta and Savithri were standing there, both smiling.



Padma’s face immediately lit up.



? Padma: “Geeta! Savithri!”



They hugged her excitedly.



? Geeta: “We heard you came last night. You didn’t even call us!”



? Padma: “I reached late. I wanted to surprise everyone.”



? Savithri: “Come with us. The whole village is busy with the jathre preparations. We’ll show you everything.”



Padma looked toward her mother.



? Mother: “Go. You haven’t seen your village properly yet.”



Padma smiled, picked up her handbag and joined them.



The three friends walked down the familiar village road together, talking and laughing like they had never been apart.



Everywhere they went, preparations for the jathre were underway—colourful flags being tied across the streets, lights being installed, temporary stalls coming up near the temple, and children rehearsing their programmes.



? Geeta: “Nothing has changed here.”



? Padma: “A lot has changed. We’re the ones who haven’t noticed.”



Savithri laughed.



? Savithri: “You still talk like a teacher.”


Padma smiled.

[some_fun_sam]

GIVE ME FEED BACK 

I think the original author's writing style and yours are a bit different. His quickly escalated from nothing to sending a lipstick emoji after touching the cock -- all in under five small chapters.

Maybe you can streamline with same font style on your posts [that will make it look smooth and clean; also remove the "?" marks at beginning of the dialogs], and introduce sexual tension in there. Maybe something explicit. Especially since you've posted many parts already.

Slow-burn is good, but this desperately needs some action. Or else, their sex life is going to be as dry as Sahara desert.

[some_fun_sam]

Hello, @sharath841,

If you are open to it, maybe try to write in the style where there are some short "lipstick emoji" like moments -- that was so very hot!

A parallel Telugu version of the same story had one extra next post (only post so far). There, the Rajan equivalent guy comes to her home and then makes the lipstick part complete, so to speak! A bit fast.

[sharath841]

Geeta’s phone rang.

She looked at the screen and stepped aside at once.

Geeta: "Hello?"

She listened for a few seconds, and her expression changed.

Geeta: "No… I can't talk now."

She ended the call quickly. Padma noticed.

Padma: "Who was that?"

Geeta slipped the phone into her blouse bag.

Geeta: "Nobody. Just some work."

Savithri gave her a knowing look but said nothing.

A little later, Geeta suddenly remembered something.

Geeta: "Actually, I need to go home. Amma asked me to bring something."

Padma: "Already? Come home with us first."

Geeta: "I'll come later. I promise."

She hurried off before Padma could ask anything else.

Padma watched her disappear down the lane.

Padma: "She's definitely hiding something."

Savithri laughed.

Savithri: "Now you're curious?"

Padma: "Of course I am."

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They went back to Padma's house and sat on the verandah. Her mother had left a plate of murukku between them.

Savithri leaned toward her with a mischievous smile.

Savithri: "Since we're talking about secrets… tell me something."

Padma: "What?"

Savithri: "How is married life?"

Padma understood the direction at once.

Padma: "It's good."

Savithri: "Just good?"

Padma laughed.

Padma: "What kind of question is that?"

Savithri: "The kind old friends ask when nobody else is listening."

Padma shook her head, embarrassed.

Padma: "Mohan is very loving."

Savithri: "Romantic?"

Padma smiled.

Padma: "Sometimes."

Savithri raised an eyebrow.

Savithri: "Sometimes?"

Padma laughed and pushed her shoulder.

Padma: "Enough. Why are you interrogating me?"

Savithri: "Because you've been married for years, and I've been waiting for the city version of your love story."

Padma went shy but couldn't stop smiling.

Then Savithri's face changed.

Savithri: "Actually, I have something to tell you."

Padma: "What?"

Savithri lowered her voice.

Savithri: "It's about Geeta."

Padma sat up.

Padma: "I knew it. Who was calling her?"

Savithri smiled.

Savithri: "A man."

Padma: "What?"

Savithri: "She's in love with someone from this village. They've been seeing each other secretly for some time."

Padma sat back, genuinely surprised. She thought of Geeta's nervous face when the phone rang, and suddenly everything made sense.

Padma: "Where do they meet?"

Savithri glanced toward the fields.

Savithri: "Sometimes near the old cattle shed. There's a small room where they keep dry fodder and cattle feed. Nobody bothers going inside."

She shrugged.
Savithri: "Sometimes at a little hut farther into the farm too."

Padma smiled in disbelief.

Padma: "I never imagined Geeta was hiding something like this."

Savithri: "You'd be surprised how many people have a secret side."

Padma's smile slowly faded.

She thought about Mohan. Then, despite herself, another name entered her mind.

Rajan.

She pushed it away at once.

Savithri noticed the silence.

Savithri: "What happened?"

Padma looked at her and smiled.

 Padma: "Nothing."

But for the first time, she wondered whether she understood her own secret thoughts any better than she understood Geeta's secret life.

Savithri: “You know, Padma, when we were in college, I thought Geeta would be the last person among us to fall in love.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Even I thought so.”
Savithri: “That’s the funny thing about people. You think you know them because you grew up together.”
Padma looked toward the lane where Geeta had disappeared earlier.
Padma: “Do you know who he is?”
Savithri hesitated.
Savithri: “I know him. He’s from here. That’s all I’ll say.”
Padma: “Why are you protecting her so much?”
Savithri: “Because it’s her story. If she wants you to know, she’ll tell you herself.”
Padma nodded.
After a moment, she smiled.
Padma: “You’re right.”
Savithri looked at her carefully.
Savithri: “And you?”
Padma: “What about me?”
Savithri: “You said marriage is good. You said Mohan is loving. But you became quiet when I started talking about secrets.”
Padma’s expression changed slightly.
Padma: “Maybe I’m just thinking.”
Savithri: “About what?”
Padma looked down at her tea.
For a few seconds, she didn’t answer.
Padma: “Sometimes I think marriage doesn’t stop people from having thoughts. It only teaches them which thoughts they should keep to themselves.”
Savithri smiled, but this time she didn’t tease her.
Savithri: “That’s probably true.”
A motorcycle passed slowly along the road outside.
Padma glanced up instinctively.
Then she looked away.
Savithri noticed.
Savithri: “You really are hiding something.”
Padma gave her a small smile.
Padma: “Maybe.”
Savithri leaned back against the pillar.
Savithri: “Then don’t tell me. Not unless you want to.”
Padma looked at her old friend and felt strangely relieved.
For the first time since returning to the village, she felt that she could talk about things without being judged.
Outside, the temple loudspeaker suddenly came alive.
The announcement for the evening jathre preparations echoed through the village.

Savitri : Hey college annual day is there after Jathra.. 
padma : Ho really ?
Savitri : Yes.. Head master always remembers you.. you should visit college .. 
Padma : Yes after Jatra I will meet sir..

After Savithri left,
Her mother was already in the kitchen, preparing for the evening meal.
Padma immediately changed into a simple cotton saree and joined her.
Padma: “Amma, what are you making?”
Mother: “So many people will be coming home during the jathre. I thought I should prepare everything early.”
Padma washed her hands and started helping her mother cut vegetables.
The familiar rhythm of the kitchen made her feel strangely peaceful.
Her mother kept giving her small instructions, just as she had when Padma was a girl.
Mother: “Cut those a little smaller.”
Padma: “Like this?”
Mother: “Yes. You have forgotten everything after going to Bangalore.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “I haven’t forgotten. You just think I’m still a child.”
Her mother smiled.
For the next few hours, they cooked together—vegetable curry, sambar, rice, chutney and several snacks that would be kept ready for the festival days.
Her brother occasionally came into the kitchen, tasted something without permission and disappeared before their mother could scold him.
By evening, the house was filled with the smell of freshly prepared food.
Padma sat with her parents for dinner, enjoying the simple meal more than she expected.
Later, she changed into a beautiful but traditional saree.
She kept her jewellery simple, wore her mangalsutra, small earrings and a bindi, and tied her hair neatly.
Her mother looked at her before they left.
Mother: “You look just like you did before you went to the city.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Is that good or bad?”
Mother: “Very good.”
They walked toward the temple together.
The entire village looked different at night.
Rows of lights illuminated the streets. The temple was brightly decorated, and the sound of drums and devotional songs filled the air. Children moved excitedly between the stalls while families gathered near the temple entrance.
Padma walked between her mother and father, occasionally stopping to greet people she knew.
Savithri joined them near the temple.
Savithri: “Finally! I thought you weren’t coming.”
Padma: “Amma wouldn’t let me leave until everything in the kitchen was finished.”
Her mother smiled.
They entered the temple together.
For a while, Padma simply stood quietly before the deity.
The noise outside seemed distant.
She closed her eyes.
For the first time since returning to the village, she felt completely disconnected from Bangalore, work, the apartment, and everything that had occupied her mind.
She opened her eyes and looked around.
The temple courtyard was crowded.
Old friends.
Neighbours.
Relatives.
People from her childhood.
And somewhere among them were faces she had not seen for years.
Padma smiled softly.
Tonight, she didn’t want to think about anything complicated.
She was simply Padma again—the girl who had grown up in this village, standing beside her parents during the annual jathre.
After spending sometime in Jathre roaming around eating eateries in Jathra .. and taking selfies pics returned home with parents ..

The village streets were still lively. The smell of food from different houses mixed with the sounds of music and people talking about the jathre.
As soon as they entered the house, Padma’s mother brought out the food she had prepared earlier.
The dining area quickly filled with plates and bowls.
There was hot rice, sambar, vegetable curry, homemade chutney, crispy papad, sweets like typical anndhra sweets : kajjikayulu, Nethi ariselu,and several traditional festival snacks.
Padma sat beside her mother.
Mother: “Eat properly. You’ve become too thin after going to Bangalore.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Amma, I eat properly every day.”
Mother: “I don’t believe you.”

Her brother immediately reached for another piece of the festival snack.

Mother: “Hey! Leave some for everyone.”

Everyone laughed.

Padma took a bite and closed her eyes for a moment.

Padma: “This tastes exactly like it used to.”

Her mother smiled proudly.

Mother: “Because I made it.”

Padma: “I know.”

The conversation continued around the meal—memories from childhood, stories about relatives, preparations for the next day’s celebrations and funny incidents from the village.

Padma ate slowly, enjoying the food and the warmth of having her entire family around her.

After dinner, they sat outside on the verandah.

The night air was cool.

From the temple, the distant sound of drums could still be heard.

Padma leaned back against the pillar and looked at the familiar street.
After that Mohan called her they talked around 15 minutes.
After that, Padma, her father, mother, and brother went to bed for the night.
The next morning, after breakfast, Padma went to the village college.


She met the Headmaster and several teachers in the staff room. They welcomed her warmly and asked about her life in Bangalore.

Soon, the conversation turned toward the college and the preparations for the upcoming jathre function.

Headmaster: “Padma, we are happy that you’ve come back to the village. Since you have experience working with children, perhaps you could spend some time with us.”

Padma smiled and looked around the familiar room.

Padma: “I’d love to lend a hand, sir. It’s actually nice to be back here after so many years. I used to be a student in this very college.”

One of the teachers smiled.

Teacher: “Exactly. That’s why we thought you would be the right person to involve with the students.”

The teacher explained that the children were preparing dances, songs, skits and other cultural activities for the jathre.

Teacher: “We need someone to coordinate the children and help them prepare for the programme.”

Padma’s face brightened.

Padma: “I’m in, sir. Count me for the jathre festivities. I’ve always enjoyed working with children. Tell me what needs to be done, and I’ll start.”

The Headmaster smiled.

Headmaster: “That’s what we wanted to hear.”

Another teacher added,

Teacher: “And perhaps you could also anchor a few programmes on the day of the function.”

Padma laughed softly.

Padma: “Anchor too? You’re giving me more responsibility already.”

Everyone laughed.

Padma: “But yes, I’d be happy to do it. It will be wonderful to see the children perform. And honestly, it feels special to be back on the same college grounds where I once stood on stage myself.”

The teachers looked pleased.

Headmaster: “Then it’s settled. From today, you’re part of the preparations.”

Padma nodded enthusiastically.

Padma: “I’m looking forward to it, sir. Let’s make sure the children have a wonderful function.”

She left the staff room with a smile.

For the first time since returning to the village, Padma felt that she wasn’t merely visiting her childhood home.

She was becoming part of the village again.

She went to home , 

It was well past midnight when Padma woke up needing to use the bathroom. The urgency brought her out of bed, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, she found herself wide awake.
She stepped out onto the verandah. The cool night air enveloped her like a refreshing blanket. The village was completely hushed, sleeping peacefully beneath the starry sky.
As she stood there, enjoying the silence, she noticed a lone figure walking down the narrow lane.
The man moved quietly, occasionally glancing around before turning toward the neighbouring cattle shed.
Padma watched with mild curiosity.
He entered the cattle shed, crossed the open area and disappeared into the small room at the back—the very room Savithri had mentioned earlier that afternoon.
Padma’s curiosity grew.
She quietly moved behind the wall, careful not to be noticed.
A few minutes later, another figure appeared from the opposite side of the lane.
Padma immediately recognized her.
Geeta.
Geeta looked around before entering the cattle shed and disappearing into the same small room.
Padma’s eyes widened.
Savithri’s words suddenly came back to her.
Sometimes they meet at the old cattle shed.
Padma remained hidden.
The wooden door was slightly ajar, and a faint light spilled through the gap. From where she stood, she couldn’t see clearly inside.
Then she heard quiet voices.
A brief silence followed.
Then the soft sound of a kiss.
Padma froze.
She immediately looked away, suddenly feeling as though she had accidentally stepped into something deeply private.
A moment later, she glanced back.
Still, she couldn’t see anything clearly—only vague shadows moving behind the partially open door.
The dry fodder rustled softly whenever someone moved.
Padma’s heart began beating faster.
Padma going even closer to wall and trying to see through broken wooden window, both were hugging he kissing her and smooching… Geeta’s broken breathing and the guy telling her to turn around and she did and guy is lifting her saree from behind she is not wearing underwear so came prepared , here slowly Padmas breathing got heavy and guy started to press her boobs by bending bare thigh catching the light then he removed his pants under wear down he slowly started inserting from behind… padma got fully hot that she remembered her Trial room imagination Rajan .. Padma in mind : shi … why he .. why not Mohan ?.. 
Mohan and me did this angle.. 
inside ,
Inside, the woman made a small sound—half laugh, half plea—and the man answered by pulling her back onto him. The rail knocked once. Fodder shifted under their feet.

Padma’s fingers tightened on the doorframe.
Padma watched the woman’s back arch and thought, without wanting to, of Rajan’s hand on her waist in the mirror she had invented, and of Mohan’s hand on the same place when the jeans were still halfway down her thighs.
Her mouth had gone dry. Her nipple tightened against the blouse. She slipped one hand down, over her own stomach, and stopped at the waistband, not quite inside, just holding herself there while she watched the two shadows find a rhythm.

A foot scbangd. The woman turned her face, and for a second Padma thought she might be seen. She drew back against the wall, heart knocking, still hot, still listening to the soft, wet cadence on the other side of the wood.

She didn’t leave.
She stayed in the dark with her hand flat on her lower belly and let the sounds do what the pictures had done—tempt her, and keep her exactly where she was.
Padma looked again, and this time she let herself see the man.

He was built thick through the back and shoulders, not tall, the kind of body that came from lifting sacks and not from a gym. His shirt was open and stuck to him. His lungi had been shoved up and knotted at his waist, so when he drew back she saw all of him: heavy thighs, a working man’s ass, round and clenched, the muscles in it tightening every time he drove into Geeta. Sweat shone in the hollow of his lower back. A dark line of hair ran down into the crack. When he thrust, that ass flexed hard, cheeks locking, then eased, then locked again.
Padma watching his body his strong thighs and his sweat and his ass crack .. which never observed in Mohan.. 
He wasn’t gentle now. He pulled her back onto him and his hips slapped her ass—flat, wet, rhythmic. Each stroke made her flesh jump. Padma could see his cock where it sank in, thick, shining, and then his ass clenching as he buried it.
Geeta moaned and pushed her bum higher. He slapped it once, not cruel, a sharp clap that left a print, and fucked her harder. His own ass drove the whole movement: tight, powerful, the cheeks parting slightly when he pulled back and slamming shut when he bottomed out. Padma stared at that more than at Geeta. The strength in it. The way a man’s ass looked when he was using it to fuck.
Padma’s hand had already gone under the salwar. Now she let it work.

She glanced once down the path, once toward the houses, once back at the dark corner of the shed wall. No one. A dog far off. The fields empty. Only then did she set her feet wider in the dirt and slip her fingers properly between her legs.
She didn’t push in. She circled. Two fingers, slow, around the outside of her pussy, tracing the wet lips, avoiding the clit at first because she was already too far and she knew it. The cotton of her panty was dragged aside. Each circle gathered more slick. Her mouth stayed shut. Her eyes kept splitting—one moment on the gap in the door, the next flicking over her shoulder to be sure the path was still dead. Padma fingering and watching that made her wet fingers on door frame.. 
Padma remained near the wall, unsure whether she should leave or stay.

From inside the small room, she heard Geeta’s voice.

Geeta: “That’s enough, Mahesh.”

There was a brief pause.

Mahesh: “Okay. Just two more minutes.”

Padma immediately recognized his voice.

Mahesh.

Her old classmate.

He had been close to Padma, Geeta and Savithri during their college days. They had spent countless afternoons together, sharing jokes, studying and talking about their futures.

Padma couldn’t believe that the same Mahesh was now secretly meeting Geeta here.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable about remaining there.

I shouldn’t be watching this.

She quietly stepped away from the cattle shed and started walking home.
Behind her, the voices inside gradually became quieter.
Her footsteps become evident Mahesh watched from the window an woman walking towards neighbours cattle shed and neighbour house… 
Mohan : A lady went in padma’s house ? 
Geeta : Then that must be padma . Did she saw us ? No we were inside .. 
Mohan : wait … 
Then Mohan comes out and Mahesh: “Someone was standing there. Flowers. 

Geeta : Then it’s Padma!!! 
Geeta touching doorframe some mucus touched her hand .. then she felt some cow shed dirt or something insect secretion but she smells it .. that smelled musky .. salty .. metallic ..!!! She got doubt what it must be off ??


We should go plz go… 
Both disappeared 
Inside padma’s room 
Padma lay down and did not sleep.

The house was quiet. Mohan was not in this room tonight. The ceiling held nothing, so her mind put the shed there instead. Geeta bent over the rail. Mahesh behind her. That ass—thick, working, cheeks locking every time he drove in, easing when he drew back, the sweat in the hollow of his spine. She saw it clearer with her eyes shut than she had through the gap in the door.Her fingers found her pussy already wet from the remembering. She rounded it the way she had against the shed wall. Slow circles. Around the lips. Up over the clit. pressed her boobs. Not a caress. A hold. She squeezed one, then the other, thumb passing over the nipple until it stiffened, then pressed them together and kept her fingers moving between her legs. Mahesh’s ass flexed in her head. She matched it. Circle. Press. Circle.

Her breath shortened. She checked nothing this time. No path. No door. Only the dark of her own room and the picture she was not supposed to have.
She rubbed tighter. Her hips lifted off the bed. She pinched a nipple and kept two fingers rounding her clit, slick and steady, 

Her picturing changed. Geeta was gone from the rail. Padma was the one bent over it, she fantasising herself salwar rucked to her waist, feet slipping in the fodder, her bare ass tipped up in the dim light. She didn’t give the man a face at first. Only a body. Thick through the back. Lungi knotted. That ass she had already memorised, clenched and driving.

He stepped in behind her and put himself at her pussy. One hand spread her bum. The other held her hip. He pushed in, and in the fantasy she was wet enough that he sank to the root on the first stroke.
She held the rail the way Geeta had. He drew back—she felt the drag—and his ass locked when he fucked back into her. Slap. The sound of his hips on her ass filled the shed. He told her to stay like that. Don’t drop it. She pushed her bum higher and took him.

She circled while the man in her head used her from behind. Sometimes he was no one. Sometimes the ass was Mahesh’s and she let it be, because it was only a dark room and a dream she would not repeat. He slapped her ass once. She moaned into the pillow. He folded over her back, short deep strokes, cheeks flexing, and she pressed her own fingers harder, rounding her clit, pretending the hand on her hip was his.

In the fantasy she didn’t say enough. She let him finish. He buried himself, ass tight against her, and she came on her fingers with her face in the mattress, still bent over a rail that wasn’t there.
She didn’t remember Rajan or Mohan she was thinking like as a medium tall heavy built a bulky thigh and round tight ass guy ramming her bent over rail like a cow in the cow shed.. after that padma came and she goes to deep sleep 

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She didn’t remember Rajan or Mohan she was thinking like as a medium tall heavy built a bulky thigh

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The next morning, Padma woke earlier than usual.
She had slept, but not deeply. The previous night’s unexpected discovery kept returning to her thoughts in fragments.
After breakfast, she stepped outside and met Geeta and Savithri near the lane.
Savithri looked at Padma for a moment and smiled mischievously.
Savithri: “Padma… what happened to you? You look like you hardly slept.”
Padma laughed lightly, trying to sound casual.
Padma: “I didn’t sleep properly. Maybe I’m still getting used to sleeping in the village again.”
Savithri: “Oh, really? Yesterday you were perfectly fine.”
Padma: “Are you going to investigate my sleep now?”
Savithri laughed.
Savithri: “I’m just asking.”
Geeta had been quiet.
She suddenly looked at Padma.
Their eyes met.
For a second, neither moved.
Then Geeta looked away.
Padma noticed the nervousness in her expression.
Padma: “Geeta, are you okay?”
Geeta immediately smiled.
Geeta: “Of course. Why?”
Padma: “Nothing. You just seem quiet.”
Geeta: “I didn’t sleep well either.”
Savithri laughed.
Savithri: “What’s wrong with both of you? Did the whole village forget how to sleep?”
Padma smiled, but her eyes remained on Geeta.
There was something different about her.
Padma wondered whether Geeta knew she had been there the previous night.
She almost asked.
But something stopped her.
Instead, she changed the subject.
Padma: “Anyway, I have to go to the college today.”
Savithri: “The programme preparations?”
Padma: “Yes. The Headmaster asked me to help.”
Geeta smiled.
Geeta: “You’ll enjoy it. You always loved working with children.”
Padma: “I hope so.”
Another brief silence followed.
Padma smiled politely.
Padma: “I’ll see you both later.”
She walked toward the college.
Behind her, Geeta watched her leave.
Savithri turned toward Geeta.
Savithri: “Why were you looking at her like that?”
Geeta quickly shook her head.
Geeta: “Nothing.”
Savithri smiled.
Savithri: “Hmm. Definitely something.”
Geeta said nothing.

The college Programme Preparations
By the time Padma reached the college, the entire campus was buzzing with activity.
Children were rehearsing dances in the courtyard. A group was practicing a skit near the stage, while teachers moved around carrying decorations, chairs and microphones.
The Headmaster spotted Padma.
Headmaster: “Good morning, Padma! There you are.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Good morning, sir. Tell me what needs to be done.”
Headmaster: “That’s exactly the attitude we need.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Don’t praise me yet, sir. Give me the work first.”
The teachers laughed.
One teacher approached with a worried expression.
Teacher: “We have three groups rehearsing at the same time, two children who keep forgetting their dialogues, and the dance team hasn’t decided their final formation.”
Padma looked at the stage and smiled.
Padma: “So basically, everything is perfectly under control.”
Everyone laughed.
Padma: “Don’t worry. We’ll sort it out one by one.”
She immediately joined the children.
One little girl stood nervously near the stage, holding her costume tightly.
Padma noticed.
Padma: “What’s wrong?”
Girl: “I’m scared. What if I forget everything?”
Padma crouched beside her.
Padma: “Then look at me.”
The girl looked at her.
Padma: “You don’t have to impress everyone. Just enjoy what you’ve practiced. If you forget one line, I’ll help you.”
Girl: “Really?”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “Really. Now, shall we try it once more?”
The girl nodded.
Padma stood beside her and encouraged the children through the rehearsal.
After several attempts, the little girl finally completed her part without making a mistake.
She ran toward Padma excitedly.
Girl: “I did it!”
Padma laughed and hugged her briefly.
Padma: “See? I told you.”
The Headmaster watched from a distance.
Headmaster: “You’ve settled back in very quickly.”
Padma looked around the familiar college grounds.
Padma: “It feels strange, sir.”
Headmaster: “Strange?”
Padma smiled thoughtfully.
Padma: “I left this place years ago thinking I’d never come back like this. Now I’m standing here again, helping the same kind of children I once was.”
The Headmaster smiled.
Headmaster: “Some places wait for you.”
Padma looked toward the old stage.
Padma: “Maybe they do.”
For a moment, she became lost in her memories.
Then a child called her from the stage.
Child: “Padma akka!”
Padma immediately smiled.
Padma: “Coming!”
She walked back toward the children, her mood becoming lighter.
The next morning, the village college was completely transformed.

Colourful decorations covered the entrance, fresh flowers were arranged around the stage, and rows of chairs had been placed neatly in the courtyard. Children in bright costumes moved excitedly between the classrooms, while teachers hurried around making final arrangements.

Padma arrived at the function wearing a graceful saree that balanced her traditional roots with her modern city style. The saree was in a rich but understated colour, with a thin elegant border and subtle contemporary detailing rather than heavy traditional work. She paired it with a well-fitted designer blouse with modest sleeves and a modern neckline, keeping the overall look sophisticated and appropriate for the college function.

Her mangalsutra remained visible, along with small gold earrings, a delicate watch and a simple bindi. Her long dark hair was neatly styled, with a few natural strands framing her face.
She looked neither completely like the village girl she once was nor overly dressed like a Bangalore socialite.

As soon as she entered the campus, one of the teachers called out to her.

Teacher: “Padma! We were waiting for you.”
Padma smiled.
Padma: “I’m here. Tell me what is left.”
Teacher: “Everything!”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Then let’s start.”
She moved from one group of children to another, checking costumes, helping them remember their sequence and calming those who were nervous.

She moved backstage, checking the final arrangements.


The Headmaster approached her.

Headmaster: “Padma, the chief guests have started arriving.”

Padma: “I’ll welcome them and announce their names when they come on stage.”

The Headmaster handed her the guest list.

Padma quickly looked through it.

Headmaster: “Padma, we’re ready for the welcome ceremony.”
Padma along with you our teachers will be there to anchor.. They also will coordinate..
Padma nodded and walked toward the stage.
The opening programme began.
After the prayer and welcome speech, Padma took the microphone.
One by one, the invited guests began arriving on the stage. Padma announced each name as they came forward, maintaining her calm professional smile.

Then she reached the next name on the list.
Padma: “We are also pleased to welcome so and so…

Before she could continue, there was movement near the entrance.
A tall, broad-shouldered man with a dark complexion and a powerful presence entered the college grounds.
Padma’s words stopped.
Her eyes widened.
Rajan.
For a moment, she simply stared.
Why is he coming to the stage?
At almost the same moment, Rajan looked toward the stage.
He stopped.
He hadn’t expected Padma to be standing there.
For a few seconds, they simply looked at each other across the crowded college ground.
The Headmaster noticed Padma’s hesitation and quickly walked toward her.
He leaned close and quietly spoke into her ear.
Headmaster: “His father couldn’t attend. Rajan has come on his behalf. Please welcome him.”
Padma took a small breath and composed herself.
She looked toward Rajan again.
Then she lifted the microphone.
Padma: “Instead of his father, his son, Sri. Mr. Rajan sir , has arrived to represent him this evening. I warmly welcome him to the dais, welcome sir!!’’
The audience applauded.
Rajan slowly walked toward the stage.
Padma watched him approach.
Neither of them had planned to meet tonight.

After the welcome ceremony, the guests took their places on the dais.

One after another, they delivered their speeches about the college, education, village development and the importance of the annual celebrations.

Padma stood slightly to the side of the stage, listening attentively and waiting for her turn to introduce the next programme.

Rajan, however, had stopped paying much attention to the speeches.

When he had first arrived, he had been irritated about being forced to attend.

Now he was glad he had come.

His attention remained fixed on Padma.

Whenever she moved across the stage, his eyes followed her.

Padma noticed.

At first, she tried to ignore it.

She concentrated on the programme sheet in her hand and listened to the speaker beside her.

But eventually, she looked up.

Rajan was already watching her.

Their eyes met.

Padma quickly looked away.

A few minutes later, she glanced toward him again.

He was still looking.

This time, Padma didn’t immediately look away.

There was something different about seeing him here—in front of her parents, teachers, villagers and people from her childhood.

It made the situation feel strangely unreal.

Rajan gave her a faint smile.

Padma’s expression remained composed, but curiosity began to overcome her discomfort.

Why is he looking at me like that?

She looked toward him once more.

Rajan noticed.

For the first time that evening, Padma realized something uncomfortable:

She wasn’t looking at him only because she felt watched.

Part of her genuinely wanted to know what he was thinking.

She lowered her eyes again and turned the page of her programme sheet.
But a few moments later, almost without realizing it, she looked back toward him.
The function continued smoothly into the evening.

Padma’s anchoring had become one of the highlights of the programme. She moved confidently between performances, introducing each group, encouraging the children and keeping the audience engaged.

As the main speeches and formalities came to an end, Padma stepped forward for the vote of thanks.

Padma: “On behalf of the college, I sincerely thank all our guests, teachers, parents and students for making this evening so special…”

Her voice carried clearly across the grounds.
By then, several guests had already left. 

Rajan sat at front row watching function.. na Padma her face her eyes her nose her lips .. her figure !! 
Program prolonged villagers enjoying function with claps and whistles and many went after their kids performance ..
At 10.30 pm program list was about to complete with 6 performances.. 
Rajan came back of the stage a class room he standing there ..
A few minutes later, Padma came backstage to check the sequence of the remaining performances.



She noticed Rajan.



Padma: “You’re still here?”



Rajan smiled.



Rajan: “Apparently.”



Padma: “I thought you’d have left by now.”



Rajan: “I thought so too.”



Padma smiled faintly.



Padma: “Your father must be happy you stayed.”



Rajan: “He would be more surprised that I’m actually enjoying myself.”



Padma: “Why? You don’t like functions?”



Rajan: “Usually, no.”



He looked toward the stage.



Rajan: “But tonight is different.”



Padma understood what he meant but pretended not to.



Padma: “The children are performing very well.”



Rajan: “I’m not talking about the children.”



Padma looked at him.



Before she could respond, the Headmaster entered the classroom.



Headmaster: “Padma, everything is almost finished. The teachers can handle the remaining announcements.”



He looked between Padma and Rajan.



Headmaster: “You two seem to know each other well. You can sit here and talk. We’ll take care of the remaining programmes.”



Padma hesitated.


Padma: “No sir.. I will do .. 
Head master : No you both talk.. you come to village very rarely.. sir you talk said towards Rajan and HM left.. 
Padma was not knowing how to react ..!!???

The teachers nearby continued organizing the final performances without giving the two much attention.

Padma sat on one of the chairs, as she was tired and had little leg spasms.. 
she asked about his family, his father’s health and the village.

Their conversation gradually became easier.

Padma sat on one of the chairs, feeling tired after several hours of anchoring. Her legs were slightly uncomfortable from standing and moving around throughout the evening.

She took a sip of water and relaxed for a moment.

Padma: “How is your family? How is your father?”

Rajan: “He’s doing well. Still the same—busy with everything and still giving everyone instructions.”

Padma smiled.

Padma: “Some things never change.”

Rajan: “Not with him.”

They continued talking about his family, the village, the changes that had happened over the years and their old college days. The conversation gradually became easier.

After a while, Rajan looked toward the nearby classroom.

Rajan: “Come. Let’s sit inside for a while. It’s quieter there.”

Padma glanced toward the stage.

Padma: “They’re still continuing the programme.”

Rajan: “The teachers are handling it. You look tired. There’s some dry fruits inside too. You should eat something.”

Padma hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Padma: “Okay.”

They walked into the classroom.

A small plate of dry fruits had been kept on a desk for the volunteers and guests. Padma sat down while Rajan pulled another chair nearby.

Rajan: “You looked restless out there.”

Padma smiled tiredly.

Padma: “I’ve been running around since morning.”

Rajan: “I noticed.”

Padma looked at him.

Padma: “You notice too much.”

Rajan smiled.

There was a brief silence.

Then Rajan looked at her more carefully.

Rajan: “Can I say something?”

Padma: “What?”

Rajan: “You look even more beautiful tonight.”

Padma raised an eyebrow, slightly amused.

Padma: “Even more beautiful? Compared to what?”

Rajan smiled.

Rajan: “Compared to Bangalore.”

Padma laughed softly.

Padma: “What does that even mean?”

Rajan: “You look beautiful in Bangalore too. But here…”

He paused, choosing his words.

Rajan: “Here you look more like yourself.”

Padma’s smile slowly faded into a thoughtful expression.

Padma: “More like myself?”

Rajan nodded.

Rajan: “Yes. Maybe it’s the village. Maybe it’s the way you’re dressed. Maybe it’s the way you’re carrying yourself tonight.”

Padma looked down at her saree.

For some reason, the compliment felt different from the ones she usually heard.

She didn’t know whether to dismiss it or simply accept it.
Padma: “You’re still very good at saying things that make people think.”

Padma got up and wanted to go out but wanted to talk to him also ..

Rajan smiled and said : Padma you look beautiful and hot at this cold night…!! 
Padma felt the warmth rising to her cheeks.

She looked down for a moment, pretending to adjust the edge of her saree.

Padma: “You still talk like this?”

Rajan smiled.

Rajan: “Only when I mean it.”

Padma glanced at him, and that only made her blush more.

There was something different about the way he was speaking tonight. It wasn’t the confident teasing she had become used to. It sounded quieter, almost sincere.

Rajan: “You know what I think, Padma?”

Padma: “What?”

Rajan: “You spend too much time thinking about what everyone else expects from you.”

Padma didn’t answer.

Rajan took a small step closer, but stopped with enough distance between them.

Rajan: “Forget the world for a moment, Padma.”

She looked at him.
Rajan: “Forget what people will say. Forget Bangalore. Forget this village. Right now, it’s just you and me… in our own little world.”

Padma’s expression changed.

For a second, she wanted to interrupt him.

She should have.

But the words didn’t come.

Instead, she stood there silently, listening.

Rajan: “You don’t always have to be the person everyone expects you to be.”

Padma finally spoke, almost in a whisper.

Padma: “What are you saying, Rajan?”

Rajan: “I’m saying that sometimes you should listen to what you feel.”
Padma immediately looked toward the doorway.

Rajan saying again : “Sometimes I feel like the whole village disappears when I’m talking to you. Like there’s nobody else around… just you and me with cold breeze dark night just a half moon no light… we both close to each other then… 
Padma stops him : Padma’s cheeks grew warmer. She looked away, What if someone hears us?”
Rajan : Yes you are right no body should here.. bcz nobody is there in our world !! 
Rajan came more closer to Padma .. she was going back he was going towards her..
Padma : What !!?? 
Rajan : Nobody should hear what we talk !! 
Padma : So ??!! 
Rajan came to her ear and said Rajan: “Forget the village for a moment, Padma. Forget the people outside. Tonight, in the open field with chilled breeze dark night imagine there is only you and me one Big dark fit dominant male and a beautiful shy female.. together both tempted by the cold breeze and dark night and attracted to each other smelling each other body odour coming closer and closer 
Padma looked at him but didn’t answer.

Rajan: “A man who has always been drawn to you… and a woman who is trying very hard to pretend she doesn’t feel anything at all.”

Padma’s eyes lowered.

The words seemed to pull her deeper into her own thoughts.

For a few seconds, the sounds from the function outside became distant. The voices, the music, the movement of people—all seemed strangely far away.

She stood there quietly, almost lost in the moment, her eyes half-closed as the cool breeze touched her face.

Rajan moved only slightly closer, stopping before there was any physical contact.

Padma could sense his presence beside her. The closeness made her suddenly conscious of the warmth of another person in the cold room.

Her thoughts became confused.

For that brief moment, she wasn’t thinking about the village.

Not about the function.

Not about what anyone might say.

And not even about the fact that she was married.
She simply stood there, caught between the quiet darkness, the cold breeze, and the dangerous curiosity she had been trying not to acknowledge.

The lights suddenly went out, leaving the classroom in complete darkness.

From outside came the confused reaction of the villagers—voices, laughter, a few whistles, and people calling out to one another.

Padma immediately became nervous.

Padma: “Hey… the current has gone. We should go outside.”

She took a step toward the door, then stopped.

Padma: “I… I’m afraid of the darkness, Rajan.”

Rajan gently reached for her hand.

Rajan: “Padma…”

His voice was low and husky, but calm.

Rajan: “It’s okay. Stay here for a moment.”

Padma stood still, listening to the breeze moving through the open windows.
Rajan: in slow and soft husky voice “Look… everything is dark now. No one can see us. Just feel the cold breeze.”

Padma’s breathing gradually settled.

Rajan: “For once, don’t think about everyone outside. Just stay in this moment.”

Padma’s eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness.

She could barely make out his silhouette.

Rajan moved closer and paused, giving her the chance to step away.

She didn’t.

Instead, she remained there, overwhelmed by the strange intimacy of the moment.

Rajan gently put his arms around her.
Padma hesitated for a heartbeat, then allowed herself to lean against him, resting her face against his broad chest.

The sounds from the village seemed distant now.

For a few seconds, Padma simply stood there in his arms, eyes closed, caught between the warmth of his embrace and the cool night air.
Rajan’s arms remained around her, but he paused for a moment, giving Padma the space to decide whether she wanted to stay.

She didn’t move away.

He gently brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead and placed a soft kiss there.

Padma’s eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the darkness. She looked up at him, her expression uncertain and overwhelmed by everything she was feeling.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Rajan leaned closer and gave her a brief, gentle kiss.

Padma froze for a heartbeat.

Then, instead of stepping back, she slowly closed her eyes again and returned the kiss.

The distant voices from the village seemed to disappear.
Her breathing became quicker, and she instinctively placed her hands around him, holding him close.

He leaning on her down to her lips and kissing and she was tempted by lot of consequences like she seeing Geeta and Mohan’s episode , Padma tempted and she standing on toe lifting her heels to meet his kiss that made her ass lifted now Rajan put his hands slowly lowering to midriff and to her big round bum.. and started kneading it on saree and pulls her ass towards him so that her groin and his meeting she became even more tempted and gave a small hhhhhaaaa voice in his mouth.. 
and said Padma tempted: This is wrong .. 
Rajan : I know !!  
Rajan making her on wall and almost rubbing her body like dry humping her saying Padma I love you … you are mine .. 
Padma : No … plz haaaa ummm 
They were in deep romance even the current came she didn’t know that room is bright light and surrounded by function people she was closed her eyes enjoying what her body says and said Padma… 
She slowly opened her eyes she got shocked and separated what when did the current came ? 
Rajan : Dint worry right now .. 
Padma started correcting her saree then she left to washroom and after few minutes returned and went towards function and function got finished .. then all started moving except Padma’s parents her friends .. 
then teachers let’s leave now and will see rest of the work tomorrow.. and all started leaving 
Padma went to ladies washroom.. she flushes out of washroom Rajan standing outside washroom holds her hand and she was trying to fight and telling to leave .. he took her inside the washroom and started hugging she was trying to fight 
Padma : leave me plz ..
Rajan and Padma came inside .. Rajan hugging her tight she was pushing him he kissed her lips and kneeling her ass almost like lifting her by holding her ass .. 
she now got tamed again.. 
she again slowly got tempted telling : Rajan stop we will go ..
Rajan turns her and kissing her neck holding and feeling her smooth stomach and slowly putting his hands towards her big melons and he slowly started pressing 
Padma lowered her head out of shame how she got tempted seduced !!
She was feeling the kiss on shoulder neck etc.,
He pressing her she putting her hand on his hand and breathing like her melons going up and down.. up and down.. she feeling his body sweaty, musky perfume mixed odour that intoxicating her.. he pressing his dick on her ass .. she was feeling the length turned again now both kissed lip locked started cuddling now Padma : hey enough now .. 
Rajan : Yes ok and hugged tightly with lots of love and care and left her.. 
Padma carefully left watching here and there.. 
Rajan also left 
Padma joined her parents and left .

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Padma returned home quietly, exhausted after the long college function and the journey through the familiar village lanes.
Her mother was busy in the kitchen, while her father sat on the verandah talking to a neighbour. Nobody seemed to notice how unusually quiet she was.
Padma went into her room and closed the door.
For a moment, she stood with her back against it, listening to the ordinary sounds of the house.

Slowly, she removed her earrings, watch and bangles, placing them on the dressing table. Then she began unpinning her saree, letting the fabric fall loosely before folding it and setting it aside.
Now dressed in her bra and panty, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Her eyes stopped at the faint reddish marks on her waist and the sides of her body.
She turned slightly to get a better look.
The redness brought back memories of Rajan holding her close the previous night. She remembered the intensity of the moment, but also her repeated attempts to slow things down.
Padma gently touched the skin near one of the marks.
Padma: “Rajan… why did you have to make everything so complicated?”
She looked at her reflection again, her expression caught between embarrassment, confusion and regret.
She had never imagined that a conversation at a village function could leave her feeling so unsettled the next morning.

What would Mohan say if he knew?

Padma lowered her eyes and reached for her comfortable nightdress. She changed, covered the marks and sat quietly on the bed.

Padma picked up her towel and walked into the washroom, closing the door behind her.
She stood before the mirror for a moment, looking at her tired face. Her kajal had smudged slightly, and traces of makeup remained around her eyes and cheeks.

She turned on the tap and splashed cool water over her face.
Taking a soft towel, she gently wiped away her makeup, dabbing around her eyes before cleaning her cheeks and forehead. She tied her hair back loosely and washed her face once more.
As she patted her skin dry, she caught her reflection again.
And went to bed…

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The afternoon was unusually pleasant in the village. After finishing their morning work, Padma, Geeta and Savithri decided to visit the nearby taluka headquarters. It was only a short journey from their village, and all three were eager to get out for a few hours.
They hired a local auto to reach the small town.
The road passed through areca-nut gardens, paddy fields and a few neighbouring villages. Savithri kept pointing out familiar shops and houses, while Geeta and Padma laughed at her running commentary.
Savithri: “Look at that shop! It wasn't there when we were in college.”
Geeta: “You say that about every shop we pass.”
Savithri: “Because this town is developing. Unlike you two, I keep track of important things.”
Padma: “Important things like shops selling hair clips?”
Savithri: “Exactly. A woman's education should never be wasted.”
All three burst into laughter.
When they reached the taluka headquarters, they wandered through the main market street, looking at clothes, bangles and household items. After some time, Savithri announced that she was starving.
Savithri: “Enough shopping. If I don't eat something now, I'll start eating these bangles.”
Geeta: “Please do. Then we can take you to the hospital instead of another shop.”
Padma laughed.
They finally settled on a small, familiar bakery near the bus stand. It had glass display counters filled with cream buns, vegetable puffs, biscuits, dilpasand and assorted sweets. The smell of freshly baked bread and hot samosas filled the little shop.
They found a table beside the window.
Savithri immediately ordered three vegetable puffs, two cream buns, a plate of biscuits and three cups of tea.
Padma stared at the order.
Padma: “Are we eating lunch or opening a bakery?”
Savithri: “Don't worry. I'll help you finish everything.”
Geeta: “That's precisely what we're worried about.”
The bakery owner brought their food, and for the next few minutes, their conversation revolved around the food, old classmates and the funny things they remembered from college.
Geeta recalled how their lecturer had once caught Savithri sleeping during a lesson.
Savithri: “I wasn't sleeping. I was concentrating with my eyes closed.”
Padma nearly choked on her tea.
They were still discussing the previous night's college function.
Padma: “Honestly, I didn't expect so many people to attend. Even the headmaster looked surprised when the crowd kept increasing.”
Savithri: “And you were acting like some famous television anchor! The way you held the microphone and spoke… everyone was looking at you.”
Padma laughed.
Padma: “Don't start again. I was nervous inside. I kept praying that I shouldn't forget the next announcement.”

Padma: “ But Where were you yesterday? Almost the entire village was at the college function. I looked around for you, but I couldn't see you anywhere.”
Geeta paused with her glass halfway to her lips.
Geeta: “Me? I… I had some work at home.”
Savithri immediately burst out laughing.
Savithri: “Work at home? Yes, yes! Very important work!”
Geeta shot her a warning look.
Geeta: “Savithri, just drink your tea.”
Padma looked from one friend to the other.
Padma: “What is going on? Why are you both looking at each other like that?”
Savithri leaned back in her chair, enjoying the moment.
Savithri: “How can she come to the college function? She must have been busy with her boyfriend!”
Padma's eyes widened. She nearly dropped the piece of puff in her hand.
Padma: “What? Boyfriend? Geeta has a boyfriend?”

Padma and Savithri talked about it earlier and Padma even witnessed their affair back in that cow shed!!

She turned towards Geeta with exaggerated surprise, as though she had never heard anything about it.
Padma: “Geeta! You? And you didn't tell me? Since when?”
Geeta's face immediately turned red.
Geeta: “Don't listen to her. She's talking nonsense.”
Savithri: “Nonsense? Shall I tell her his name also?”
Geeta: “Savithri!”
Savithri: “What? Why are you shouting? I'm only answering Padma's question.”
Padma placed her puff on the plate and leaned forward, pretending to be deeply offended.
Padma placed her puff on the plate and leaned forward, pretending to be deeply offended.
Padma: “Geeta, we've been friends since college. We shared our lunch boxes, our secrets, everything. And now you've found a boyfriend and kept it secret from me?”
Geeta: “I don't have a boyfriend!”
Savithri: “Oh, really? Then who is that person you keep messaging on your phone? And why do you suddenly disappear whenever someone mentions his name?”
Geeta stared at her, speechless for a moment.
Padma: “Wait, wait. You mean this is actually true?”
Savithri nodded proudly.
Savithri: “Of course! Our innocent Geeta has a secret love story.”
Geeta covered her face with both hands.
Geeta: “I should never have come out with you two.”
Padma laughed, then gently pulled Geeta's hands away from her face.
Padma: “Come on, Geeta. Look at me. Who is he?”
Geeta shook her head.
Geeta: “Nobody. There is no one.”
Savithri: “Mahesh.”
The name came out so suddenly that Geeta froze.
Padma's smile disappeared into a look of genuine surprise.
Padma: “Mahesh? Our Mahesh? From college?”
Savithri: “How many Maheshes do you know?”
Padma: “Oh my God!”
She looked at Geeta again, now with a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
Padma: “You and Mahesh? I never imagined this! You used to argue with him every time he borrowed your notes.”
Geeta: “That was years ago!”
Padma: “Exactly! And now?”
Geeta glanced towards the bakery entrance, checking whether anyone from the village was nearby. Then she lowered her voice.
Geeta: “Please don't talk so loudly. Someone might hear us.”
Savithri's teasing expression softened a little.
Savithri: “All right, we'll keep our voices down. But you can't deny it forever.”
Geeta stirred her tea even though she had already added enough sugar.
Geeta: “We started talking again a few months ago. At first, it was just ordinary messages. Then we began talking more often. That's all.”
Padma: “And you never thought of telling me?”
Geeta: “How could I? You live in Bangalore, you're married, and I didn't even know how you would react. Besides, I don't know what this relationship is going to become.”
Padma studied her friend's face. Beneath the embarrassment, she could see something else—affection, nervousness and a fear that Geeta was trying hard to hide.
Padma: “Do you like him?”
Geeta didn't answer immediately.
Savithri stopped smiling and waited.
Finally, Geeta gave a small nod.
Geeta: “Yes.”
Padma: “And does he know?”
Geeta: “I think he does.”
Savithri: “Think? You both have been talking for months, and you still don't know?”
Geeta: “It's not as simple as you think! We haven't decided anything. We just… enjoy being together.”
Padma gently smiled.
Padma: “All right. We won't tease you anymore. But you should have told us, Geeta. You don't have to hide everything from your own friends.”
Geeta looked at Padma with relief.
Geeta: “I wanted to tell you. I really did. I was just afraid.”
Savithri picked up another piece of puff.
Savithri: “Fine. Now that the secret is out, I have only one question.”
Geeta narrowed her eyes.
Geeta: “What now?”
Savithri: “Yesterday, while everyone was sitting in the college function, where exactly were you and Mahesh?”
Geeta almost choked on her tea.
Padma burst into laughter.
Geeta: “Savithri! You're impossible!”
Savithri: “I'm asking a perfectly reasonable question.”
Padma: “No, no. Let her answer. I also want to know!”
Geeta looked at both of them, realised she had no chance of escaping, and finally gave a helpless smile.
Geeta: “You two are worse than the village gossip committee.”
Savithri: “Then give us the truth before we start investigating.”
For the first time that afternoon, Geeta laughed without looking worried. The conversation had begun with embarrassment, but now she was surrounded by the two people she trusted most.
Still, as Padma watched her friend smile, she wondered how much courage it took to admit that someone had begun to matter more than expected.
And somewhere beneath that thought, a memory of the previous night's college function stirred in her own mind.
She quickly reached for her tea.
Padma: “All right, Geeta. Start from the beginning. And don't leave out anything important. And you should these kind of things with your close buddies ”
Geeta groaned.
Geeta: “I knew this outing was a mistake!”
Savithri: “Too late. You're not leaving this bakery until we hear the whole story.”
The three friends burst into laughter, their voices blending with the familiar noise of the little bakery.
Savithri suddenly remembered something.
Savithri: “By the way, Padma… did you notice Rajan yesterday?”
Padma's fingers stopped moving around her tea glass.
Padma: “What about him?”
Geeta: “How can we not notice him? The moment he arrived, half the people were greeting him. After all, everyone knows his family.”
Savithri: “I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the way he was looking at you.”
Padma forced a little smile.
Padma: “He was watching the programme. I was on the stage, wasn't I?”
Savithri: “Don't act innocent. He wasn't watching the programme. He was watching you as if he could eat you with his eyes!”
Geeta laughed briefly, but then her expression became serious.
Geeta: “Actually, I noticed that too. Whenever I looked towards him, his eyes were on you.”
Padma lowered her gaze to the table.
She had noticed it as well. Even when she was speaking into the microphone, she had been aware of where he was sitting. Whenever she glanced towards the audience, she found him looking at her with that same intense expression.
She had tried to convince herself that she was imagining it.
But she wasn't.
Savithri leaned closer.
Savithri: “Padma, you remember what happened in college, don't you?”
Padma's stomach tightened.
Padma: “Of course I remember.”
Geeta: “How could we forget? He tried to cross his limits with you, and you slapped him right in front of everyone.”
Savithri: “That slap became the talk of our college for days! Nobody expected you to do that.”
Padma managed a faint smile.
Padma: “He deserved it.”
Savithri: “Absolutely. You did the right thing. Just because his family had money and influence, he thought he could behave however he wanted.”
Geeta: “After that incident, I thought he would never dare to come near you again.”
Savithri: “But yesterday, he was sitting there staring at you as if all those years had meant nothing.”
Padma felt the familiar discomfort return.
She remembered Rajan's eyes following her across the stage. She remembered the compliments he had whispered when they were alone, the power cut, and the confusing moment when she had leaned towards him. Then came the memory she was trying hardest to push away: her own voice asking him to leave her alone, and the way he had held her despite her resistance.
Her friends knew the Rajan from college.
They didn't know what had happened after the programme.
And Padma wasn't ready to explain it.
Geeta watched her carefully.
Geeta: “Padma, did he talk to you yesterday?”
Padma looked up too quickly.
Padma: “Who?”
Savithri raised an eyebrow.
Savithri: “Who else? Rajan!”
Padma : No … yes ..
Savithri : No .. yes ?!!!  what is that No or yes ?!!
Padma : He said Hii to me and I said hello .. then how are you.. that’s it I said am busy have to  go for next announcement.. 
then he left that’s it ..
Geeta : That’s it ? 
Padma : ya then I become busy in anchoring..
Savithri : Yes I wanted to ask you one more thing for last 5 - 6 programs another teacher anchored !!! You were no where to be seen !!! ? 
Padma :  Ya … ha … I was … she .. she told she will do ya and HM said her to go to stage as well.. that’s it ..! 
Savithri : But you were not seen nearer to stage.. even Rajan was not seen.. 
Padma : yes that time only he said Hii and then he went away… he want to home early probably??!! 
Savithri : No where were returning he black SUV was there.!! 
Padma: Hey that I don’t know .. 

Padma's heart began to beat faster.
The questions were coming from two people who had known her since childhood. They knew her expressions, her habits, the way she spoke when she was hiding something.
She couldn't simply brush them off.
Padma: “I was tired. There was a lot of running around, and I needed a little rest.”
Savithri: “Tired? You were perfectly fine when you came to the function.”
Padma: “Savithri, must I give you a report of every minute I spend?”
Savithri blinked, surprised by the sharpness in her voice.
Padma immediately regretted it.
Padma: “Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just tired of all these questions.”
Geeta's teasing expression disappeared.
Geeta: “All right. Don't get upset. We're only asking because we care about you.”
Padma looked at Geeta and felt a wave of guilt.
That was precisely the problem. They were not strangers trying to uncover gossip. They were her friends, the people who would listen if she told them the truth.
But what truth could she tell them?
That she had felt drawn into a conversation with a man she had once despised?
n curiosity from her anger at his behaviour?
She had no clear answer for herself. How could she explain it to them?
Savithri spoke more gently.
Savithri: “Padma, did he say anything about the old college incident?”
Padma shook her head.
Padma: “No.”
Geeta: “Did he apologise at least?”
Padma hesitated.
Padma: “No. Not really.”
Savithri's face hardened.
Savithri: “Then what does he want now? For sure he gone to backstage to talk to you only.. Did he try anything .. but he cannot behave like that in college, disappear for years, and suddenly come back staring at you as if he has some right over you.”
The words struck Padma more deeply than Savithri realised.
Some right over me.
That was exactly what had frightened her. Rajan sometimes spoke as if the years between them had been a temporary obstacle, as if his feelings alone could determine what happened next.
Yet Padma couldn't deny that she had been affected by his attention. That was the part she found most difficult to understand.
Being affected by someone didn't mean giving him permission.
Feeling curious didn't erase the past.
And a moment of closeness didn't give him the right to ignore her when she said no.
Padma slowly placed her empty tea glass on the table.
Padma: “I don't know what he wants. And I don't want to discuss him anymore.”
Geeta studied her for a long moment.
Geeta: “All right. We won't force you to tell us anything.”
Savithri nodded, though her curiosity had not disappeared.

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Dear MohiniMadhu,

Where are you????

Why you login and leave without update????

Please come back and write.

[sharath841]

Dear MohiniMadhu,

Where are you????

Why you login and leave without update????

Please come back and write.

I have spoken with the original author.. and they might start updating within months… by the way,  you have a great skill for writing. Why don’t you try discussing it with Mohinimadhu? Perhaps you could take forward yourself!! And I have gone through all your threads , I really appreciate your writing skills and the way you develop the story..

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Rajan sat alone in his room that night, unable to concentrate on anything else. The events of the college function kept returning to him, especially the moments he had shared with Padma backstage.
He remembered the way she had looked at him, the brief moment when she had leaned towards him, and their kissing cuddling and he pressing her boobs and beautiful bum.. and last at toilet..
but still he doubted that if again he tried she may not allow him … 
Rajan (thinking): “Even now, she isn't going to open herself up to me just because I want her to. She might have felt something for a moment, but she won't simply give in. If I approach her directly again, she'll probably reject me. And she's leaving for Bangalore soon. I need to find a way before she goes.”

Then he remembered something he had recently discovered: Geeta and Mahesh were involved in a secret relationship.

A slow smile appeared on his face.
Rajan (thinking): “Geeta is one of Padma's closest friends. Padma trusts her. If Geeta speaks to her, Padma might at least listen. Perhaps she needs someone close to her to make her think about her own feelings—to tell her that she doesn't have to run away from me and she can have an affair secretly . Yes she needs a push and she need Someone who can give her moral support if she decides to have secret meetings..
He paused, considering the idea.
Rajan (thinking): “Yes. If Geeta helps her consider the possibility, Padma may stop treating the whole thing as something she must avoid. But first, I need Mahesh's cooperation.”
Mahesh was standing near a small tea stall on the outskirts of the village, drinking tea before heading home. Rajan arrived in his black SUV and parked beside the road.
Rajan: “Mahesh! How are you?”
Mahesh turned, surprised to see him.
Mahesh: “I'm fine. What brings you here so early?”
Rajan: “I need to discuss something with you. Do you have a few minutes?”
Mahesh looked at him carefully before nodding. They moved a little away from the tea stall, where they could speak without being overheard.
Rajan: “It's about Padma.”
Mahesh's expression changed immediately.
Mahesh: “What about Padma?”
Rajan: “I want to speak to her before she returns to Bangalore. But you know how things stand between us. She isn't going to agree easily.”
Mahesh: “Then perhaps you should respect that.”
Rajan gave him a brief, impatient look.
Rajan: “Listen to me first. I know you and Geeta are close. And I know she is one of Padma's best friends. If Geeta talks to Padma, she might be willing to consider meeting me.”
Mahesh remained silent.
Rajan continued, choosing his words carefully.
Rajan: “I'm not asking you to drag her into anything. I'm saying that Padma might need someone she trusts to help her think through her feelings. Someone who can support her if she decides she wants to have a conversation with me.”
Mahesh shook his head.
Mahesh: “You're assuming that her hesitation is the only thing standing between you and what you want. Have you considered that she might simply not want a relationship with you?”
Rajan's jaw tightened.
Rajan: “You weren't there that night. You don't know what happened between us.”
Mahesh: “I know enough to understand that she is married. And I know what happened in college. She made her boundaries clear then, too.”
Rajan looked away for a moment.
Mahesh: “You say you want her to consider her feelings. But what if she has considered them and decided she wants nothing to do with you? Will you accept that?”
Rajan: “I want a chance to speak to her. That's all.”
Mahesh: “Then ask her yourself. Don't use Geeta's friendship with her as a way to get around her decision.”
The words struck a nerve. Rajan had expected Mahesh to be cautious, perhaps even reluctant, but he had hoped their old college acquaintance would make him more cooperative.
Rajan: “You could at least talk to Geeta. Let her decide how to approach the subject.”
Mahesh: “I can speak to Geeta about what you've asked. But I won't tell her to convince Padma, and I won't help you put pressure on her. If Geeta chooses to talk to her, that is her decision. What Padma does afterward must be her decision, too.”
Rajan exhaled sharply.
Rajan: “You're making this more difficult than it needs to be.”
Mahesh: “No, Rajan. You're making it difficult by trying to find a way around Padma's reluctance instead of asking yourself why she is reluctant.”
For a few seconds, neither man spoke.
Rajan adjusted his watch and forced a faint smile.
Rajan: “Fine. Talk to Geeta. That's all I'm asking for now.”
Mahesh: “I'll tell her what you said. I won't promise you anything more.”
Rajan nodded, got into his SUV, and drove away.
Mahesh remained beside the road, watching the vehicle disappear around the bend.
He knew Geeta would want to hear what Rajan had said. But he was uneasy about the purpose behind the request. Rajan spoke about giving Padma moral support, yet Mahesh sensed that what he really wanted was to make her resistance easier to overcome.
And Mahesh had no intention of letting his relationship with Geeta become a tool for that.
Mohan also imagined Padma a beauty and how she maintained how cool and calm.. where as this Rajan he might be rich but how Chindichor . Tall dark manly like a rowdy bull .. if that happens Mahesh got the thrill and he got his dick risen then he become guilty about it.. 

The village had settled into the quiet of the night. A few houses still had their lights on, and the distant sounds of the jathre preparations drifted through the cool air. Beyond the last row of houses stood an old cowshed, with a small fodder room attached to one side. It was a place Mahesh and Geeta had begun using for their private meetings, away from the curious eyes of the village.
That night, Geeta arrived first.
She glanced towards the narrow path before stepping inside. The smell of dry hay filled the room, and a small bulb cast a weak yellow light over the stacked fodder.
A few minutes later, Mahesh appeared at the doorway.
Geeta: “You took so long. I thought someone might have seen you coming.”
Mahesh: “I had to wait until the road was empty.”
Geeta: “You always say that. One day, someone will notice how often you disappear at night.”
Mahesh smiled and moved closer.
Mahesh: “Then perhaps you should stop waiting for me.”
Geeta gave him a playful look.
Geeta: “If you really wanted me to stop, you wouldn't have come.”
He laughed softly. She tried to maintain her serious expression, but soon she was smiling too.
Then they settled inside and closed the door and they started kissing cuddling opening clothes.. 
Padma with little curiosity that about Mahesh and Geeta reached cowshed watching from window .
Inside, she saw Geeta standing close to Mahesh, his arms around her. They kissed again, unaware that anyone was nearby.
Padma's eyes widened.. 
Padma being strict woman telling to herself ‘why can’t they get married and whatever they want..? ‘
Padma being naive and telling to herself ‘whatever this secret meeting in dark that too behind everybody’s eyes has some magic ‘ .
Inside both got half naked and Geeta putting her hand inside his pant putting it out and messaging it… 
By seeing it Padma got hot .. she was drooling and pussy started crying.. 
Padma watching here and there if someone watching her she slowly starting lifting her nighty and  putting her hand inside the panty and rotating her finger around her pussy…
Then a loose metal vessel near her foot shifted against the ground.
Clang!
The sound rang through the quiet cowshed.
Inside, Geeta and Mahesh immediately separated and turned towards the doorway.
Geeta: “Who is there?”
Padma froze.
She could no longer slip away unnoticed.
She in hurry brought back her hand outside and put her and on door frame to slide side ways from window.. and the going back in backward movement..!! 

Inside the fodder room, Geeta and Mahesh exchanged alarmed looks when the metal vessel clanged against the ground.
Mahesh quickly straightened his shirt.
Mahesh: “Someone is outside.”
Geeta adjusted her clothes and hurried towards the doorway, but Mahesh caught her arm gently.
Mahesh: “Wait. Don't rush out. Let me check.”
Geeta: “What if someone saw us?”
Mahesh: “I don't know. Stay calm.”
They switched off the small bulb and peered through the narrow window. The path outside was dimly lit by the distant streetlight.
A little farther away, Padma had already moved away from the window.
Her heart was beating faster than she expected. She picked up a small fallen twig and pretended to examine the plants along the wall, trying to look as though she had simply been passing by.
What am I doing here? I should have gone straight home.
She heard footsteps behind her and turned.
Mahesh and Geeta had come outside, both properly dressed. Mahesh stayed near the doorway, scanning the darkness, while Geeta walked towards Padma.
Geeta: “Padma? What are you doing here at this hour?”
Padma looked at her with exaggerated surprise.
Padma: “Geeta! I was going to ask you the same thing. What are you doing here?”
Geeta hesitated for a fraction of a second.
Geeta: “We were just talking.”
Padma glanced towards Mahesh, who gave her a brief, awkward nod.
Padma: “Talking? Here, in the middle of the night?”
Geeta: “Yes. We had something to discuss, and there was nobody around.”
Padma tried to keep her expression neutral, although she could feel a smile threatening to appear. She had never imagined that the secret Savithri had teased Geeta about would lead to a scene like this.
Padma: “Actually, I came out to use the washroom. I heard some noise from this side, so I came to see whether somebody was here.”
Geeta looked relieved, but she was not entirely convinced.
Geeta: “You heard a noise?”
Padma: “Yes. Something fell, didn't it? I thought perhaps an animal had entered the shed.”
Mahesh glanced at the metal vessel near the doorway.
Mahesh: “It must have been that. We knocked it over.”
Padma nodded as though the explanation had settled everything.
Padma: “Oh, I see.”
For a moment, nobody spoke. The silence itself seemed suspicious.
Geeta stepped closer and lowered her voice.
Geeta: “Padma, please don't misunderstand. Mahesh and I were discussing something personal. We didn't expect anyone to come here.”
Padma raised her eyebrows.
Padma: “Why are you explaining so much? Did I accuse you of anything?”
Geeta: “No, but…”
Padma: “Geeta, I've known you for years. If you have something to tell me, tell me when you're ready. You don't have to invent a story just because I happened to walk past.”
Geeta's face changed. She studied Padma carefully, trying to work out how much her friend had actually seen.
Padma walked back to her home then mahesh : I will go bye… 
Geeta: Yes we should leave and 
Mahesh left silently .. 
Geeta turned to close the room door she saw a slimy glossy shiny secretion ( that was from Padma’s fingers) 
Geeta touched it and feel it and smell it… 
It was salty uriny metallic smell telling a different story of Padma .. 
Geeta : Is she watched us then she put her finger here ..? 
Geeta took dry fodder and rubbed it … if someone doubts she will be caught !! 
Then next day while on telephonic conversation of Geeta and Mahesh.. 
Geeta : Hey probably Padma watched us inside from a long ago .. 
mahesh : How come you are so sure .. 
Geeta : Not just today.. 3 days ago also 
Mahesh : How you know that .. 
Geeta : It’s about woman .. like boys masterbate we women  finger there .. 
mahesh : ok 
Geeta : On the door there was the secretion that is vaginal fluid !!! 
That night and last night.. I have checked on the door .. I touched it and smelled it .. confirm ..!! 
Mahesh : Are you sure ?? 
Geeta : Dam sure .. 
Mahesh : How come such a beautiful and devine girl do this and even after marriage.. 
Geeta : Her husband might not doing her well .. 
mahesh : That means 
Geeta : yay.. like he is not doing like you do to me .. 
mahesh : So she saw both of us in birth suit!!
Geeta : really dirty ..
Mahesh : She is really dirty .. and you are say that she fingered herself seeing us … shhiii 
Geeta : we have to be careful.. 
mahesh : Then why can’t she try Rajan ..? 
Geeta : Hey what nonsense 
Mahesh : what’s wrong 
Geeta : If she watching others doing sex or watching porn doesn’t mean that she in urge of affairs or sex .. 
mahesh : That’s true still 
Geeta : No she don’t like him.. but why you brought his name ? 
Mahesh : Bcz he requested me to convince you to Padma .. 
Geeta with shock : What !!! ?? But how ? How he know u and me together ..?? 
Mahesh : Ya he knows leave that matter.. 
He want Padma.. he said he talked little more with Padma .. so he want to meet her privately.. 
Geeta : Then let him do by himself don’t bring both of us here.. 
Mahesh : Even I said same.. but after here Padma stalking us and satisfying herself .. I thought why can’t we try.. 
Geeta : Hey this is wrong .. 
mahesh : Don’t worry if you want tell her .. however Padma will go to Banglore within a week .. 
Geeta : yes .. 
after telephonic conversation.. 
Geeta met Padma while discussing 
Geeta : May I ask you a thing ? 
Padma : why not ? 
Geeta : Are u satisfied on bed?!! 
Padma Got terrified !!! 
Padma : Hey y r u asking this .. I am and I love Mohan.. 
Geeta : Ok leave we are having affair since a year and we will get married !! 
And Have you seen what we did in the shed ? 
Padma : Nope I was just come to see the vessel sound .. 
Geeta : don’t lie .. I touched the fluid on the door.. 
Padma: What fluid?? ( she don’t have the idea) 
Geeta : That vaginal fluid comes after you finger ..!!! Don’t be shy !! 
Padma : what ??!! No never … shi ii 
Geeta : Ok sheee … leave that matter aside a woman crave for sex is common .. like wise I accepted.. 
Padma: Still I didn’t watch you guys and not done fingering throughout my life .. 
Geeta giggled.. 
Geeta : 80% of girls does that !! 
Padma : Am in 20 
Geeta :  but we saw you doing that (she lied) 
Padma : No no chance.. 
Geeta : we are friends what is there in hiding.. I will not tell and you also don’t tell it .. 
Padma : kept her head down and accepted yes I saw and I tried to finger Geeta : so finally accepted in front of friend.. 
both gone for a walk in farm …
Geeta :One thing an old lover of u want to meet u..!! 
Padma: What!?
Geeta : Rajan !!! He want to meet you privately.. 
Padma : No am married .. 
Geeta : who said you are not ..!! He said to Mahesh .. and he also said Rajan discussed lot of things with you backstage in college function.. 
Padma remembering things terrified.. 
Padma keeping her head down no he won’t be saying all the things .. 
Geeta : what why are you silent .. anything he tried..? 
Padma : Hey no .. with false smile .. 
Geeta : Ok see you are in village once you go to Banglore no Rajan no Geeta no village nothing .. but you are here.. if you need you can meet I can make a way and I will support you .. 
Padma : what are you talking..? 
Geeta : If you ask me suggestion I say don’t meet him.. 
Padma gone to deep thoughts and how can he contact Mahesh for this she become embarrassed.. 
after reaching home Padma straightaway called Rajan..??!! 
Rajan seeing her phone.. become happy and picked the phone .. 
Rajan : Yes Padma .. 
Padma : Where are u..? Why are u doing this .. y did you tell Mahesh … started blah blah 
Rajan : so sorry .. you know everything.. if I come to you or call you .. you won’t react positively.. so to support you only I asked the help of Geeta .. 
Padma : but they didn’t know about u and me.. 
Rajan : hey don’t worry I never told them.. 
Padma : still it’s wrong scolded and cut the phone .. 
Rajan after that he typed 
Imagine nobody in this whole village no houses , just me and you together in a field near a river with a half moon night dark night we together seeing sky stars around a cold breeze.. we both in together sitting … messaged Padma .. 
after she cool off.. she saw the message and imagined and got hot … 
And Rajan said to Mahesh  that bring her to a farm nearer to small river in a field.. 
Mahesh : If she is willing I will try Mahesh also thought whatever he does let me enjoy Geeta .. 
so told Geeta to walk in the farm will see the half moon sky near river.. Rajan will come .. Mahesh and me will be there , we will go for walk from there .. if you need me .. you call us .. 
Padma not convinced .. 
Rajan called her : Hey come to farm we will sit and talk .. 
Padma : no not in night I fear .. 
Rajan : That’s why I said to Geeta .. to accompany you .. 
Padma lightly convinced as Geeta is accompanying.. 
Padma : I will think 
Rajan : I will be waiting !! 
Padma : that’s left to u ! 
At evening Geeta said to Padma parents we go walk and come at night .. not to wait for us .. they convinced their family .. 
Padma got ready with salwar kameez not so grand .. but not so dull !!! 
Padma and Geeta walked slowly to the farm and they roamed and went to a hut and they drank little water, in the mean while Mahesh came.. and took Geeta away.. 
now Padma become little fearful and butterflies ? in her stomach and she was feeling like going to washroom .. then in tha dark bush sounds Padma watching that way carefully and Rajan appeared a big man .. with a red rose bouquet ? in his hands and he gave that to Padma .. 
padma … was so confused..

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The wind moved gently through the field. Beyond the trees, the narrow river reflected a faint silver line beneath the half-moon. The village lights were distant, and the rustling leaves seemed unusually loud in the silence.
Padma stood beside the small hut, her hands clasped nervously in front of her salwar kameez.
She had agreed to come because Geeta would accompany her. Now Mahesh had taken Geeta away for a walk, leaving Padma alone with the very man she had spent days trying not to think about.
A movement came from behind the bushes.
Rajan appeared, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a dark shirt and trousers. In his hand was a bouquet of red roses.
For a moment, Padma forgot what she had planned to say.
Rajan: “Padma.”
Padma: “Why did you ask me to come here?”
He stopped a few steps away and held out the flowers.
Rajan: “These are for you.”
Padma looked at the bouquet but did not immediately accept it.
Padma: “You think flowers will solve everything?”
Rajan: “No. I know they won't.”
His unexpected answer unsettled her more than a confident compliment would have.
After a moment, she accepted the bouquet, holding it against herself.
Padma: “I came because I wanted answers. Not because I have agreed to anything else.”
Rajan: “I understand.”
Padma: “And don't try anything like what happened after the college function.”
His expression grew serious.
Rajan: “I shouldn't have ignored you when you asked me to stop. I was wrong.”
Padma looked at him, searching for the familiar arrogance in his face.
Padma: “You should have understood that without me having to say it.”
Rajan: “You're right.”
The admission left her without the argument she had prepared.
They began walking slowly towards the river, keeping some distance between them. The grass brushed against Padma's ankles, and the cool breeze moved loose strands of hair across her cheek.
Rajan: “Do you remember our college days?”
Padma: “Of course I remember them. Not all the memories are pleasant.”
Rajan: “I know.”
Padma: “Then why do you keep pursuing me?”
He took a breath before answering.
Rajan: “Because I never stopped thinking about you. But I know that my feelings don't give me any claim over your life.”
Padma lowered her eyes to the roses.
She had expected him to speak about destiny, about how they belonged together, or about how many years he had waited. Instead, he was speaking with a restraint she had rarely seen in him.
She wasn't sure whether it was genuine or simply another way to reach her.
Padma: “You don't know what I think about you.”
Rajan: “Then tell me.”
Padma: “I haven't figured it out myself.”
They reached a clearing where the river curved around a patch of dark earth. Rajan stopped beneath a tree, and Padma stood beside him, looking up at the scattered stars.
For a while, neither spoke.
The silence was different from the silence in the village. There were no neighbours, no familiar voices, no friends to interrupt them. Only the breeze, the river, and the uncomfortable awareness of how close they were standing.
Rajan turned towards her.
Rajan: “May I sit beside you?”
Padma hesitated, then nodded towards a low stone near the riverbank.
They sat with a little space between them.
Rajan: “I imagined a night like this many times. But I never imagined you would actually come.”
Padma: “Don't make this into some grand romantic story. I came to talk.”
Rajan smiled faintly.
Rajan: “Then we'll talk.”
She turned to face him. The moonlight softened the hard lines of his face, and for the first time that evening, she noticed not only his size and confidence but also the nervousness he was trying to hide.
Padma: “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Rajan: “Because I've wanted to sit beside you without arguing with you for a very long time.”
Padma looked away, embarrassed by the warmth that rose in her cheeks.
Rajan did not move closer.
That restraint left Padma strangely conscious of the distance between them. She remembered the unwanted closeness at the college function, but this time he was waiting for her to decide what happened next.
She turned back towards him.
Padma: “Rajan, I am married.”
Rajan: “I know.”
Padma: “I love Mohan.”
Rajan's face tightened for an instant, but he nodded.
Rajan: “I understand.”
Padma: “Then you should understand why this is complicated.”
Rajan: “I do. I won't pretend otherwise.”
She looked at the river again. Her thoughts were tangled: affection for her husband, anger at Rajan, curiosity about the man sitting beside her, and fear of what even one private meeting might mean.
After a long pause, she placed the roses on the stone between them.
Padma: “I don't want you to think that coming here means you've won something.”
Rajan: “I don't.”
Padma: “And I don't want you deciding what I feel.”
Rajan: “Then tell me what you feel, Padma. Even if the answer is that you want me to leave.”
She studied him in the moonlight.
For a brief moment, she wondered what would happen if she moved closer. The thought startled her, and she drew a slow breath.
Padma: “I don't have an answer tonight.”
Rajan: “Then I won't ask you for one.”
The breeze grew cooler. Padma folded her arms, and Rajan noticed.
Rajan: “Are you cold?”
Padma: “A little.”
He started to remove his shirt, but she immediately shook her head.
Padma: “No, it's fine.”
He stopped and let his hand fall.
The small exchange reminded her that she could say no and be heard. It did not erase the past, but it allowed her to breathe a little more easily.
When she looked at him again, their eyes met and held.
There was attraction in the silence, but there was uncertainty too. Padma knew that a moment could change the course of a relationship, and she was not ready to pretend the consequences did not exist.
From somewhere beyond the trees, Geeta's laughter carried faintly across the field.
Padma stood.
Padma: “We should go back.”
She picked the roses .. 
Rajan: “All right.”
She took a few steps, then turned around.
Padma: “I don't know whether I'll speak to you again like this.”
Rajan: “That decision is yours.”
Padma looked at him for another moment before walking towards the path.
She had arrived expecting to defend herself against his persistence. Instead, she was leaving with a more difficult problem: she could not yet separate her curiosity about Rajan from her anger at him, and she could not pretend that her marriage meant nothing.
Padma walked towards the narrow path. She could hear Geeta laughing somewhere beyond the trees, and she knew she should join her friend and return home.
She took several steps.
Then she stopped.
She looked down at her hands, frustrated by the confusion she could not seem to shake. She had come here to find answers, but the conversation had left her with even more questions.
Why am I still thinking about him? Why can't I simply forget everything and go home?
She turned around.
Rajan was still standing beside the stone, his gaze lowered towards the bouquet she had left behind.
Padma: “Rajan!”
He looked up immediately.
Rajan: “Yes?”
Padma hesitated before walking back towards him.
Padma: “I have one more question.”
Rajan: “Ask me.”
Padma: “If I tell you that I am curious about you, will you immediately assume that I want a relationship with you?”
Rajan looked at her for a moment.
Rajan: “No. Curiosity is not a promise.”
Padma: “And if I change my mind about being here?”
Rajan: “I'll take you back to Geeta.”
She studied his face, trying to determine whether he understood how important those answers were to her.
Padma: “You have hurt me before. I haven't forgotten that.”
Rajan: “I know.”
Padma: “And I cannot promise you anything.”
Rajan: “I'm not asking you to promise anything tonight.”
The breeze moved through the trees. Somewhere nearby, the river made a soft, continuous sound against its banks.
Padma glanced towards the little hut at the edge of the field.
Padma: “Can we sit somewhere for a while? Somewhere we can talk without worrying about someone walking past?”
Rajan nodded towards the hut but did not move until she did.
Padma walked ahead.
Inside, the hut was simple, with a wooden bench, a small table and a window overlooking the field. Moonlight fell through the gaps in the shutters, leaving pale strips across the floor.
Padma sat at one end of the bench. Rajan sat beside her, leaving a little distance between them.
For several minutes, they spoke about their college days. Some memories made Padma smile despite herself; others brought back the anger she had carried for years.
Padma: “You always behaved as though you could get whatever you wanted.”
Rajan: “I thought being persistent would eventually change your mind.”
Padma: “It made me dislike you more.”
Rajan lowered his eyes.
Rajan: “I understand that now.”
Padma: “Do you? Because there is a difference between someone wanting you and someone respecting you.”
Rajan: “You're right.”
She looked at him, surprised that he had not tried to defend himself.
Padma: “I don't know why I'm telling you all this.”
Rajan: “Perhaps because you've wanted to say it for a long time.”
She fell silent.
Then, slowly, Padma moved a little closer.
Rajan noticed, but he did not reach for her.
Padma: “You aren't going to say anything?”
Rajan: “I'm waiting to understand what you want.”
Padma studied him. Her heart was beating faster now, and she knew the next thing she did could change the nature of their meeting.
She thought of Mohan. She thought of the promises she had made in her marriage. She thought of the years of anger between herself and Rajan, and of the confusing attraction she had never properly examined.
None of those thoughts disappeared simply because she was sitting beside him.
Padma: “I want to know what it feels like to be close to you when I'm not frightened or angry.”
Rajan's expression changed, but he kept his voice quiet.
Rajan: “Are you sure that's what you want?”
Padma: “I'm still confused. But I came back here because I chose to, not because you called me.”
He nodded.
Padma reached for his hand. Their fingers met, and for a moment they simply looked at one another.
Then Padma leaned towards him and kissed him.
Rajan remained still for an instant, as though he could hardly believe she had made the first move. When she drew back, he searched her face.
Rajan: “Padma…”
Padma: “Don't spoil the moment by asking me a hundred questions.”
A faint smile crossed his face.
Rajan: “All right.”
She kissed him again, this time without immediately retreating. He put an arm around her, and she rested her hand against his shoulder. Their earlier hostility seemed distant for a few moments, replaced by the uncertainty and warmth of a closeness neither had expected to reach that evening.
But Padma eventually pulled back.
Padma: “I need you to understand something. This doesn't erase what happened at the college.”
Rajan: “I understand.”
Padma: “And I don't know what this means for tomorrow.”
Rajan: “We don't have to decide that tonight.”
She looked at him, searching for the old impatience she remembered. He was quiet now, letting her set the pace.
Outside, the half-moon slipped behind a passing cloud. The hut grew darker, and the river continued flowing beyond the field.
Padma rested her forehead against his for a moment, caught between the life she knew and the consequences of the choice she was making.
When she kissed him again, it was deliberate.
The conversation faded into silence as they held each other close. For the first time that night, Padma stopped trying to explain every feeling to herself. She allowed the moment to unfold without pretending it would be simple, or that there would be no consequences afterward.
Padma: “You can stop looking so surprised.”
Rajan: “I'm surprised because I don't want to misunderstand you again.”
His words touched something in her. She turned towards him and gently placed her hand against his cheek.
Padma: “Then listen to me when I tell you what I want.”
Rajan nodded.
Padma leaned forward and kissed him.
For a moment, he remained still, startled by her initiative. Then he returned the kiss gently, placing one arm around her shoulders. Padma rested her other hand against his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace.
When they drew apart, they remained close, their foreheads almost touching.
Rajan: “Padma, are you sure?”
Padma: “I want to be here with you right now. But I cannot promise you anything about tomorrow.”
Rajan: “I understand.”
She kissed him again, more confidently this time. He held her close as the conversation between them gave way to quiet affection.
The night outside grew darker. The half-moon disappeared behind a thin veil of clouds, and the sound of the river became more noticeable in the silence.
Padma rested her head against his shoulder. She knew the significance of what she was doing. She was married to Mohan, and whatever she felt for Rajan could not erase that commitment. Yet she had returned to him willingly, driven by feelings she had struggled to understand.
Rajan gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
Rajan: “You are still thinking.”
Padma: “I always think too much.”
Rajan: “Then tell me what is going through your mind.”
Padma looked into his eyes.
Padma: “That I never imagined I would be sitting here with you like this.”
Rajan: “Neither did I.”
She gave a small, uncertain smile before drawing him into another embrace.
Their kisses grew more affectionate, and they held each other close, sharing a private tenderness neither had expected at the beginning of the evening. Padma rested her cheek against his, while Rajan held her hand between his own.
For once, neither tried to fill the silence with promises about the future.
As she turned towards him, she noticed something in his hand.
The bouquet of red roses.
He had carried it all the way from the riverbank.
Padma glanced at the flowers and then at him. A playful smile appeared on her face.
Padma: “You know something? You haven't even given me those flowers properly.”
Rajan looked at the bouquet, then back at her.
Rajan: “Oh, so that's what was bothering you?”
Padma: “Of course! You came all this way carrying roses, and I had to take them myself. What kind of proposal is that?”
Rajan laughed, delighted by the sudden change in her mood.
Rajan: “Wait here. I'll give them to you properly.”
He stood up, straightened his shirt and took a step away from the bench. Padma watched him with curiosity, wondering what he was planning.
Then, to her surprise, Rajan turned towards her and slowly lowered himself onto one knee.
Padma's playful smile disappeared into an expression of astonishment.
Padma: “Rajan! What are you doing?”
He held the bouquet towards her, looking up at her with an unusual seriousness.
Rajan: “Padma, I've thought about this moment for years. I imagined saying a hundred different things to you, but now that you're standing in front of me, none of them seems enough.”
Padma stared at him, speechless.
Rajan: “I know our past isn't perfect. I know I've hurt you, and I cannot expect a bouquet of roses or a few kind words to make you forget that. But tonight, you've given me the chance to speak to you honestly.”
He took a breath.
Rajan: “I have wanted you in my life for a very long time. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, and I cannot ask you to promise me something you aren't ready to promise. But if there is even a small possibility that you might one day choose me, I want you to know that my feelings are real.”
He extended the roses towards her.
Rajan: “Padma, will you give me a place in your heart? And be my valentine ever ?”
For several seconds, she could not speak.
She had expected Rajan to flirt with her, perhaps make another compliment about her appearance. She had not expected him to kneel before her and ask such a direct question.
Padma: “You really are impossible.”
Rajan smiled nervously.
Rajan: “I've been told that before.”
Padma let out a small laugh despite herself.
Then she accepted the bouquet.
Padma: “Get up, Rajan. Someone might see you like this.”

Rajan: “You haven't answered me.”
Padma looked down at the roses, gently touching one of the petals.
Padma: “And you expected me to answer such a question immediately?”
Rajan: “I was hoping for a miracle.”
Padma looked at him with a mixture of amusement and uncertainty.
Padma smiled mischievously, holding the red roses close to her chest.

Padma: “Okay, I'm your Valentine for tonight!”

Rajan stared at her for a moment, surprised by her playful answer.
Rajan: “Then I'll make sure tonight becomes a memory you'll never forget.”
Padma: “Let's see whether you can keep that promise!”
She smiled, and he gently offered her his hand. This time, she took it willingly.

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The night was deep and still. At the edge of the fields stood an old thatched hut, its weathered wooden walls barely visible beneath the silver glow of the half-moon. A cool breeze swept across the crops, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers.
Rajan knelt before Padma, holding a bouquet of red roses.
Padma stood before him in her soft pink salwar kameez, her long hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The moonlight touched her face, revealing the nervous smile she was trying so hard to hide.
Rajan slowly extended the bouquet.
Rajan: “I've waited for years for a moment like this. And tonight, for the first time, you reached out and accepted my flowers.”
Padma took the bouquet. Her fingers trembled slightly against the paper wrapping. She looked down at the roses rather than at the man kneeling before her.
Padma: “I came because Geeta was with me. I came because I wanted to know what you had to say. Don't turn that into something else.”
Rajan: “I won't. You tell me what this evening means to you. I'll listen.”
For a while, neither spoke.
The roses rested between them, their red petals almost black in the deepest shadows. Padma brushed her thumb over one of them, gathering her thoughts.
The breeze lifted the edge of her dupatta. She gathered it over her shoulder and glanced towards the hut, where a small lantern glowed through a gap in the wooden wall.
Rajan noticed her looking.
While her perfect boobs and a groove was visible .. 
the little room smelled of old timber and dry grass. A woven mat lay near the wall, and a wooden bench stood beneath the small window. Rajan placed the roses carefully in an empty metal vessel filled with a little water.
Padma watched him do it.
Padma: “You're taking good care of those flowers.”
Rajan: “They're important.”
Padma: “They're flowers, Rajan.”
Rajan turned to her.
Rajan kissed a Red rose ? from top feeling each petals.. 
Rajan: This soft petals feels like something else..!! 
Padma seeing the way he kissing completely understood that he is talking about the pussy lips .. 
she started blushing .. she could not able to talk anything 
Rajan : So my dear valentine… shall we start our Valentine day ..no no valentine night celebration… 
Padma : Why people celebrate day.. 
Rajan : You only said that you will be valentine for this night only !!
Padma stammering : That means we talk holding each other and lying together that’s it ..! 
Rajan : That’s it ?? 
Padma : Yes that’s it ..!
 Rajan : Ok we will cherish each moment with our own world.. saying this 
Rajan hold her hand and kissed the fingers of her hand then on upper part of her hand then seeing her face .. Padma looked down with full shyness he hugged her tightly… 
Padma : ahhh 
Rajan : Love you Padma.. tightened his grip.. 
Padma with confusion what to do.. and her curiosity what he will do next ? 
Rajan : Padma after so many years now you are with me.. you know how May Day and night I dreamt about this.. 
he planted kiss on her forehead.. 

Padma’s inner conflict : She is married, She told herself it was only curiosity. Only the novelty of being wanted so openly, so shamelessly. She told herself she could stop whenever she wanted. That the wetness between her legs whenever he came near was temporary. That the way her nipples tightened at the sound of his voice meant nothing.
But the lies were getting thinner.
She had pushed him away with words. 
She turned towards a wall of hut out of shame , shyness , guilt and sexual excitement.. 
At that moment Padma’s back was facing Rajan. He stared hard at her ass. For a second he wanted to walk over, grab it tightly in both hands and squeeze, but he didn’t want to rush. He stepped right up behind her until his cock was pressed fully against her ass through his pants. He suddenly placed his hands over hers. His mouth was right next to her neck; he could clearly smell the scent of her body.
Padma felt him standing so close and jumped. She quickly turned her head and looked at him. Rajan was already looking at her.
Padma : What ?!! 
Rajan : You are beautiful.. You are from heaven..!! 
Padma glanced at him but said nothing. She knew it was better not to answer; otherwise he would say even more filthy things. 
Padma playfully said : So you talk like this to other women to seduce them .. ?!! 
Padma even knowing is cunning nature and his dirty things and worst nature still  his words were starting to affect her.
Rajan suddenly put one hand on her shoulder and slowly slid it downward. Then he placed his lips on her neck and kissed it very gently.
The touch felt like 440 volts of electricity shooting through Padma. She jumped. Her heart started pounding hard again. Her breathing became uncontrolled. Then he put his other hand on her other shoulder and began sliding that one down too, very slowly. A soft, embarrassed moan escaped Padma’s mouth.
Padma: Aaaa… ssssss…Rajan.. stop it.. this is something else.. haaammm.. leave me.. 
Rajan:Your  husband is a very lucky man to have a wife like you. And I’m lucky too to have someone like you in front of me.

Padma: Rajan… get away from me… something is happening to me… try to understand… leave me…

She suddenly turned, put both hands on his chest and pushed him away. Rajan stepped back at once. Padma glared at him in anger while he looked at her with pure lust. She knew exactly why he was looking at her that way.

Padma : Rajan I can’t 
Rajan : Yes dear .. what happened..? Easy , you breathing rapid… slow nothing happening .. 
Padma excited so high that her breathing got rapid so Rajan tried to cool her off .. 
A small smile appeared on her face as she thought how She got excited and analysing her breathing.. her chest making up and down movements.. 
Rajan : We will the deepest form of love - that’s intense sex.. in this dark night with this breeze I will love you like you never experienced..I will fuck you whole night… 
Padma again got frightened and excited at same time .. 
Padma said in low voice - I’m not letting you do anything. If you’re so desperate, I can’t help.. I accepted for just kisses hugs and talking just little romance not much.. that is bcz since from many years you have kept me inside your head.. and you pleaded a lot.. you tried a lot.. that’s it . 
Saying that, Padma walked to the other side of the Hut ..Rajan just stood there watching her ass, her back, her slim waist.
A little later Padma bent down to take water from the pot.. 
The position made her ass rise higher. Seeing that, Rajan moved right up behind her.
His cock was already fully hard. They hadn’t spoken for a while. The moment his cock pressed against her ass through his pants, she understood what it was.
Padma feeling the hard cock.. started enjoying the cock and closed her eyes for a while.. and she stood drinking wanted.. then again she bent to put that glass down .. this time Rajan couldn’t able to control his urge.. 
Rajan: Haaa… my darling … what an ass you have… it looks so good… looks like I’ll have to smash this ass before fucking your pussy…

While saying it he tightly gripped her waist with one hand and with the other pressed his cock harder against her ass through his pants. Padma was still bent over, her face toward the Pot.. Rajan’s cock pressing her big ‘bumpot’.. She couldn’t straighten up without stepping back, and Rajan was right behind her, holding her waist so she couldn’t move.
Padma wasn’t ready for this double attack. She didn’t know what to do. She just stood there frozen with her eyes closed.
Padma: Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh…
Rajan… leave me… don’t do this…Soft moans kept coming from her mouth. Her breathing grew heavier. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.

Then Rajan suddenly put both hands on her soft breasts and squeezed them hard. A sharp moan tore from Padma’s throat.
Padma: Aaaaaaaaa… hhhhh… sssss… please Rajan… stop… what are you doing… for God’s sake stop… I’ll lose control… please don’t do this…
On one side she was still refusing, but there was no real force left in her words. Rajan understood she was lying. He kept both hands on her breasts and continued squeezing them not so rough not so smooth either.. 
His eyes were filled with Lust.. Padma still resisting.. 
Rajan: Your breasts are so soft, Padma… I’ve been dying to hold them in my hands for so long… today I’m going to keep squeezing them until my heart is satisfied…
He squeezed both breasts hard again. Padma’s hands hung down; She was completely lost in the haze of lust. Her pants were already soaked. In that moment she had no sense of right or wrong in front of the fire in her body.
Rajan kept kneading her breasts with full force, pinching both nipples between his fingers again and again.
Padma: Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh…
a little softer…
don’t squeeze so hard…
it hurts…
Rajan: Should I squeeze them, Padma… or will you keep opposing me?
Padma: You’re not going to listen to my opposition anyway… you’ll do whatever you want…
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh…
Padma had almost surrendered completely.
Rajan: Then I’m squeezing these melons of yours.
Padma: be gentle…
Rajan: Why gentle? I don’t get any pleasure from gentle.
Padma: It hurts when you squeeze hard…
Rajan: As you wish…my darling.. 
Meanwhile his cock was so hard it felt like it would tear through his pants. It was pressed tightly against her ass, but Padma had no awareness left. She was simply letting him do whatever he wanted. For nearly five minutes Rajan kept massaging her breasts.
Then he moved one hand behind her, opened his zip, and took his cock out. With the same hand he started rubbing it over her ass through the Dress. 
Padma: Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh…
While one hand kept rubbing her ass, the other slowly slid down from her stomach. It reached her navel and was only a short distance from her pussy. Then he began sliding that hand lower and lower over the dress. Padma knew exactly where the hand was going, but she was in no condition to refuse anymore. And with one hand Rajan put his cock exactly on her pussy lips over the dress… 
Padma .. felt his cock and she got a new feeling and emotions and some attraction and she brought her legs together like squeezing his cock.. 
She had already been attracted to Rajan. 
Now he made her stand straight and He suddenly kissed her neck again.
Padma: Ahhhhhhhh…
Goosebumps rose all over her body. She trembled again and let out another soft moan.
Rajan’s hand slowly stroked her stomach. Padma could only moan while he continued. One hand was on her stomach; the other was moving lower from her back. She knew where that hand was heading. The moment it went a little below her navel she spoke.
Padma: Please… don’t take it any lower…
But Rajan wasn’t listening. The moment his hand went lower, almost over the dress.. 
Padma grabbed his wrist with one hand. Her strength was nothing against his, and she also had to keep her balance. She couldn’t stop him. Rajan simply moved her hand along with his and placed his hand right on her pussy. Until then she had been enjoying it, but now fear started creeping in. She knew what he was about to do. Rajan understood she was scared, so he brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered.
Rajan: Don’t be scared, Padma… I’m not going to strip you naked…
Saying that, he kissed her shoulder. The words and the kiss made her close her eyes and let out another long moan. Still with her eyes closed she whispered:
Padma: Please… Rajan… leave me…
Rajan laughed softly.
 Rajan: Yes… now I’m going to put this inside you.. 
That made Padma laugh a little. A smile spread across her lips.
Padma tighed her thread of kameez to avoid to fall down..
Padma: You rascal…
Rajan laughed too. His cock was fully hard. Suddenly he grabbed her pussy through the Dress and squeezed hard. 
Padma cried out and raised her ass to feel the cock and to tease him.. 
Padma: Uff… get off, you thug.. you look like a big thug to me.. 
Rajan become angry by hearing ‘thug’ and asked why I look like thug ? 
Padma: Bcz You are so dark and big that you almost look like a He- buffalo ?.. 
and things you do like try to be nonsense with someone’s wife…….. 
Rajan : So you don’t like me ? 
But Padma enjoying his anger.. 
Padma: why in women in the world likes you.. you look like a Sand.. a thug to steel someone’s wife.. a womaniser.. takes pics of women … 
Rajan like a broken heart with sad face.. so you don’t like me.. 
he squeezed her pussy… 
Padma: ahhhhh.. 
ohhhooooo..
Rajan now knows her control.. 
he started playing with her pussy.. 
Padma: Aaaahhhhh… leave me…
No… no…hey, Geeta and Mahesh will come where are they? 
Rajan : They are enjoying together.. they won’t disturb I have made the arrangements.. 
Padma : You buffalo… 
Even in that state she was still trying to provoke him.
Rajan : Yes this thug  buffalo will mount upon this she buffalo.. 
Before she could say anything else, Rajan worked on her thread of the salwar.. and loosened it he put his hand straightaway inside her panty.. placed on her pussy.. 
The pussy.. : it was fully wet bit of a hairy as she settled in village.. she was clean when she was in city .. 
while the other held her waist tightly. Before Padma could fully understand, he pushed two fingers into her at once. She started thrashing, but Rajan kept moving his fingers in and out quickly while holding her delicate waist. Padma tried to free herself, which only made her bend further forward, pushing her ass out even more.
Padma: Aaaahhhhh… leave me…
But Rajan was completely focused on what he was doing. He wasn’t paying attention to her words. He was enjoying it too much.
Padma: Ohhh… stop… what are you doing… buffalo 
Ohhhhh… Maa… stop…
Ahhhh ahhhh… listen…stop.. no .. atleast close the door properly put some blanket to the window and door.. nobody should see us.. 
Hearing that made Rajan happy. He pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back. The moment Padma was free she ran laughing to the other side of the Hut.. 
Padma : Now you go back to home.. your father must be waiting.. 
She said it with a laugh and started walking away towards the door.. Rajan’s temper shot through the roof. He quickly grabbed her from behind.
Rajan wrapped his arms around her from behind and started stroking her stomach while rubbing his lips against her back. Waves of pleasure ran through Padma’s body, but she still tried to control herself.
Rajan wanted to seduce her.. fully touch her feel her so that she couldn’t control the temptation she herself has to open her legs.. that’s why he was feeling her body.. 
Rajan : Nobody going home tonight.. 
Saying that, he caught her lower lip between his fingers.
Padma jerked his hand away.
In anger he pulled her lips into his mouth and kissed her hard.
Padma turned her face away, but by then his hands had already reached her breasts. He started squeezing them slowly. Padma’s eyes began to close with pleasure. Rajan turned her to face him and looked into her eyes.
Rajan: Stop teasing me now, Padma… look how my cock is dying to go inside your pussy…
Now she saw his cock which is outside only from a long ago.. now she observed it.. with hesitation and shyness.. 
Padma: Shiii put that inside.. don’t u feel shame ?!! No you are shameless buffalo.. she closer her face and turned away.. 
But before closing her eyes she saw his cock completely which was thick long black little hairs .. 
He took her hand from her face and placed it on his cock, then she tried to retract her hand saying : No shi leave my hand you dirty plz.. 
Rajan : Hey don’t over react .. you are reacting like you haven’t seen someone’s penis .. it’s natural yes I have opened it showing it .. hold it.. open your eyes.. see it
Padma : Hey no I won’t feel leave me .  
Rajan tightened his grip on her hand and made her feel his complete cock full girth and breadth and his put her hand on his balls.. this time she was like she felt different and she opened her eyes and wantching out of curiosity and she voluntarily feeling his balls the  Soft, thin, stretchy, and slightly wrinkled, with a texture similar to other skin but often looser, and the she felt the seeds inside she pressed it more Rajan feeling little pain and pleasure moaning.. oooohhhh.. haaa.. Smooth, oval-shaped, and firm but not rock-hard. They feel somewhat like a small two balls inside.. she with excitement used her long polished nails ? he felt pain.. but he controlled.. she observed his dick movement upon her message.. she become more curious .. and started feeling the balls , testicles move slightly inside the scrotum, and cock started to and fro movement and area u feels warm and little sweaty with a different smell.. 
Then he loosened his grip from her hand and she was watching the cock couldn’t control it she hold the cock completely very tightly…
Rajan is in heaven he is moaning … haaaaa… Padma… wat a beauty you are haaaa… 
Now padma by his complements started attracting towards him.. 
Rajan.. : this is called handjob … you are nice but do it to and fro.. 
out of curiosity and his guidance she started giving nice handjob.. 
Rajan : Am really lucky to have a handjob fro this beauty.. Padma you are so beautiful.. Padma .. Lov u Padma .. 
Padma become more confident by his words and so she started improvising her work and wanted to give maximum pleasure..now Padma’s heart started racing. She kept moving her free hand restlessly on the penis , balls and to his surprise on his big bulky dark hairy thighs, inner thighs . 
Her restlessness was clear. Rajan was just as restless for her. His cock started twitching slowly. For a moment it felt like a beautiful dream, but it was real. He was struggling to control the fire rising inside him, and every time it only burned hotter. Padma was in the same state—a strange heat was running through her body.

Now again he put his hand inside her kameez as she tighed the thread no perfectly.. so he put his hand inside her panty and started feeling her pussy and making his movements this made her kameez to fall to her knee joint so he feeling her soft white smooth thighs and she become even restless… 
Her face was completely red with embarrassment.
She wanted to say something but couldn’t get a single word out. Rajan was smiling to himself; he knew he would soon get what he wanted. Padma was no longer putting up real resistance—she was only scared. 
 She feeling his cock , how hard and thick he looked made her shiver again. Her breathing grew heavier. Without meaning to she started comparing him to her husband. She thought how big Rajan was and how he would even fit inside her. She was almost ready to let him fuck her.
Her heart was pounding hard—partly from fear, partly from the sight of his cock. But she still couldn’t speak a word.
Rajan watched her lost in thought and smiled. After a short silence he finally spoke.
Rajan : Did you like my cock ? 
His words pulled Padma out of her thoughts about his cock.
Padma: No… no… it’s nothing like that…
Rajan: Don’t be scared, Padma… now this is yours. 
Both become restless and tempted as both pleasing each other… 
Both hugged and lip locked left the hand jobs.. now both feeling each other his cock touching her pussy over panty and her kameez almost on knee joint.. 
he grabbing her bum.. roughly she almost dragging his ass so that his cock feel even more on her pussy.. 
He laughed and took both her hands in his. Padma was getting more frightened. She knew what was about to happen. She didn’t want to look at him, but her eyes kept searching for his cock. Ashamed and scared, she turned away and said in a soft, frightened voice:
Padma: Please leave… someone might come…
Rajan : Wait.. 
saying this he went and closed the door of the hut and put a blanket on door and towel on small window.. 
Ther was no couch but there was a mattress which was little thick made of gunny bags outside and cotton filled inside  and he spread that and there was a blanket he ..flapping the blanket to remove dust and he put the old blanket on the floor.. 
Now the devine beauty Padma would be Laid on this filthy mattress..

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After arranging the mattress, Rajan went back to Padma. She was holding her kameez tightly with both hands so it wouldn’t fall. He gently took her hands, lifted them, and kissed them. The moment her hands left the cloth, the kameez slipped down to the middle of her thighs, exposing half of her ass.
Padma became embarrassed at once.
Padma: “Hey… my kameez…”
Rajan, not really paying attention to her words, simply pulled her into a tight hug and started kissing her. She kept trying to hold the kameez up with one hand. When his hands moved down her back and then to her ass, he realised the thread was already loose.
Rajan: “Remove the top…”
Padma: “No…”
Rajan understood she needed more seduction. Suddenly he placed both hands on her soft breasts and squeezed them hard. A sharp moan tore from Padma’s throat.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaa… hhhhh… sssss… please Rajan… stop… what are you doing… for God’s sake stop… I’ll lose control… please don’t do this…”
Then he grabbed her ass over the panty and squeezed it. A moment later his hands slipped inside the panty and began kneading her bare cheeks. Padma lost control and hugged him tighter. One of his fingers slowly slid into the crack of her ass.
Padma: “Shiii… don’t touch there… that’s dirty…”
Rajan laughed.
Rajan: “Why?”
Padma: “Will anybody touch that area?”
Rajan: “There is no place on your body that is dirty. I will not only touch there… I will also lick there…”
Padma: “Wyaack… shi…”
She hit him playfully on the shoulder.
Rajan squeezed her ass cheeks again and began rubbing his finger very slowly over her tight hole. The sensation made her even more tempted. Both of them kept hugging and kissing deeply.
Rajan: “Remove the top. I’ll remove my clothes too…”
Padma (with hesitation): “No… please…”
Rajan pulled off his T-shirt and banian. The manly, slightly sweaty aroma of his body intoxicated her. His broad, dark chest with neatly trimmed hair looked powerful. He hugged her again.
This time she felt safe and strangely proud. His big biceps and strong arms made her feel completely protected. She rested her face against his chest and, without realising it, placed a soft kiss there. Rajan was surprised.
Rajan: “Shall I remove your top?”
Padma (shyly): “I don’t know…”
He began lifting her kameez. She raised her arms to help. The cloth got stuck for a moment near her head, and the warm scent of her armpits made him even more aroused. He finally pulled the top off. Padma immediately covered her chest with both hands out of shyness.
Rajan: “Hey… remove your hands, baby…”
Slowly, hesitantly, she lowered them.
Rajan hugged her again and looked at her chest. The stylish bra covered only about seventy percent of her breasts; the upper curves spilled out. He kissed the soft tops of her breasts.
Padma closed her eyes.
Padma: “Ahhhaaa…”
Rajan then removed his jeans and underwear. Padma wanted to look at him. Her heartbeat quickened.
Padma: “You are really a black sand…”
Rajan: “Don’t you like this sand?”
Padma: “Who will like this sand…”
Rajan: “Alright… this sand is going to quench this beauty today.”
Padma: “Let’s see…”
He started squeezing her full breasts again.
Padma: “Ahhhhhhhh…”
Goosebumps rose all over her body. She trembled and let out another soft moan.
Rajan: “Now I’m going to fuck you.”
That made Padma laugh a little. A smile spread across her lips.
Padma: “You rascal…”
Rajan laughed too. His cock was fully hard. He held her hand firmly and placed it on his cock. When she tried to pull away, he tightened his grip and made her feel the full girth and length of it. Then he guided her hand lower, onto his balls.
This time something changed in her. She opened her eyes out of pure curiosity and began feeling them voluntarily. The skin was soft, thin, stretchy and slightly wrinkled — looser than the rest of his body. Inside she could feel the two smooth, oval-shaped seeds, firm but not rock-hard. When she pressed a little more, Rajan let out a low sound that mixed pain and pleasure.
“Oooohhhh… haaa…”
Excited, she used her long polished nails. He felt the sharp little pains but controlled himself. She watched carefully how his cock twitched and moved with every touch of her fingers. Growing more curious, she continued exploring — feeling the testicles shift slightly inside the scrotum while his cock slowly moved back and forth. The whole area felt warm, a little sweaty, and carried a different, strong smell that was new to her.
Then Rajan loosened his grip. She was still staring at his cock. Unable to control herself any longer, she wrapped her hand around it completely and held it very tightly.
Rajan was in heaven. Soft moans kept leaving his mouth.
Rajan: “Haaaa… Padma… what a beauty you are… haaaa…”
The compliments made her more confident. She began attracting toward him.
Rajan: “This is called a handjob… you’re doing it nicely… but move your hand up and down…”
Out of curiosity and guided by his words, she started giving him a proper handjob.
Rajan: “I’m really lucky to get a handjob from this beauty… Padma, you are so beautiful… Padma… I love you, Padma…”
His words made her even more confident. She started improvising, wanting to give him maximum pleasure. Her heart was racing. Her free hand moved restlessly — over his cock, his balls, and then, to his surprise, over his thick, dark, hairy thighs and inner thighs.
Her restlessness was clear. Rajan was just as restless for her. His cock kept twitching slowly. For a moment it felt like a beautiful dream, but it was real. He was struggling to control the fire rising inside him, and every second it only burned hotter. Padma was in the same state — a strange heat was running through her entire body.
Rajan: “Did you like my cock?”
Padma: “It’s big… but dirty.”
Rajan: “Don’t be scared, Padma… now this is yours.”
He continued,
Rajan: “But I love your melons… and your pumpkins from behind as well…”
Padma: “Why do guys like that?”
Rajan: “Which one?”
Padma (with shyness): “Those… pumpkins…”
Rajan: “Okay, let me ask you something. Why do you women wear high heels and walk shaking your ass?”
Padma: “I don’t shake… I don’t know about the rest of the women.”
Rajan: “Don’t lie. That’s human nature. We love those areas of a woman… they attract us.”
Padma: “Okay…”
Rajan: “Shall I undo your salwar?”
Padma: “Nope.”
Rajan turned her around and hugged her from behind. He began squeezing her breasts over the bra while his other hand stroked her soft stomach. He kissed her neck and shoulders slowly.
Padma closed her eyes and moaned softly.
Padma: “What are you doing… You’re so rough… you almost killed me… how hard you were squeezing my breasts… it still hurts so much…”

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Padma: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh…”
Rajan started rubbing his hard cock against her ass while squeezing and enjoying her body completely. Soft sounds kept leaving her mouth.
Padma: “Haaaaaa…”
He turned her around again.
Rajan: “I’m removing your kameez now…”
He pulled it off completely. She lifted her legs a little to help him. Once it was gone, he placed both hands on her ass.
Rajan: “What a butter-soft ass you have…”
He squeezed her cheeks even harder with one hand.
Padma: “Slowly… it’s hurting…”
Rajan: “If this little bit hurts, how will you take my long cock into your delicate pussy…”
A thick haze of lust covered her completely. Her panty was already soaked through. Rajan guided her hand onto his cock again. For a second Padma was startled, but the next moment she held his hard length through the thin fabric with her soft hands. Rajan was lost in lust too. He roughly massaged her breasts while she kept moaning.
Right now her hand was on his cock and she was sucking his lips. The game continued like that for a while. Padma herself began playing with him more boldly over the cloth.
Seeing that, Rajan slid one hand down her back again and slowly moved it toward her ass. Padma was in a terrible state — her excitement kept rising while his dirty words made her shy. But today there was almost no refusal left inside her. When his hand reached her bare ass she almost jumped. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…”
Rajan could no longer control himself. He put one hand behind her neck, pressed his dark lips to her pink ones, and while kissing her deeply he slid his other hand under her ass and lifted her. He laid her gently on the mattress.
Rajan: “My dear Padma… I want to feel your pussy in my hands…”
Padma’s face turned red with embarrassment and she quickly lowered her eyes. With words like this he wanted to make her completely his.
Before she could say anything he suddenly placed his hand right on her pussy over the wet panty.
Padma writhed again. Her moan stayed trapped in her throat. Rajan kept kissing her while very slowly stroking her with his finger. The moment his finger touched the soaked cloth it became even wetter. Seeing that made him smile.
Rajan: “My Padma… you’ve started leaking water…”
Padma was in a terrible state. She couldn’t open her eyes from the intensity of the pleasure.
Rajan: “My Padma seems ready to be fucked…”
When he said that she quickly raised her neck, opened her eyes for a moment, and shook her head no.
He lowered his head between her legs and began licking her pussy over the panty. Then he slid the thin cloth aside and licked her bare pussy lips.
This was the first time she was feeling oral sex.
Her breathing went completely out of control and her heart pounded hard. Soft continuous moans started coming from her mouth. She was completely lost in the haze.
He licked her slowly, caressing the soft folds and occasionally slipping his smallest finger a little inside. Every time his finger entered, Padma jumped and a sharp sound escaped her. She lay there almost like a lifeless body, letting Rajan do whatever he wanted.
When his mouth finally left her, Padma opened her eyes and looked at him. She was deep in the haze of lust. Her eyes were red. Her heavy breathing made her breasts rise and fall. Today the lust in her eyes was completely clear.
Rajan stared at her for a while, then leaned forward and brought his lips close to her breasts over the bra. He very gently ran his tongue over one nipple through the thin fabric. The touch sent fire through Padma’s entire body and a loud moan tore from her throat.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…”
Rajan: “You really are a disaster… you’re a complete addiction, Padma.”
Because of that intoxicating praise she couldn’t say anything and immediately closed her eyes again.
Rajan: “Padma… I want to take these breasts of yours in my mouth and suck them… I want to drink their juice…”
His words made her shy, but they also made her pussy even wetter.
Rajan: “Now I’m going to remove this bra of yours…”
He wasn’t asking for permission — he was simply telling her. Padma looked at him once.
Padma: “No… I’m shy…”
Rajan put both hands on her bra but couldn’t open the clasp easily. Seeing him struggle, she started smiling a little.
Rajan: “Padma… take this bra off…”
She stayed quiet for a moment, then moved both hands behind her back. Slowly she unhooked the clasp. The moment it opened she quickly held the falling cups with her hands. Embarrassment flashed across her face again. Her breathing grew heavier.
Rajan gently placed his hand over hers, moved her hands away, and very slowly removed the bra from her body.
He immediately put his face on her big milky breasts and began sucking. Padma placed one hand on top of his head. He cupped one full breast and sucked the nipple deeply while massaging the other.
Then he pushed her back a little so she fell onto the mattress on her back. She was almost completely naked now, wearing only her panty.
Padma: “I’m… shy… don’t look at me like that…”
Rajan: “Why shouldn’t I look?”
Padma: “You’re such a bad man…”
Rajan: “How fair your body is, Padma… and how soft…”
Padma (teasingly): “Yes, I am fair and beautiful… but look at you — dark thug… ugly buffalo…”
Rajan: “Yes… that is the special part. This black thug is looting the treasure of this beauty. Such a contrast — black and milky white. A day to remember.”
Padma: “Is it?”
Rajan: “These nipples of yours are so pink…”
Padma: “Aaaaaahhhhh…”
Rajan: “Today the real pleasure will begin…”
He leaned forward again, put both hands on her delicate breasts and started massaging her pink nipples. Another moan escaped her. Padma writhed under him.
Padma: “Ouchhhhhhhhh…
Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh…”
He kept pinching both nipples between his fingers one after the other. Every time he pinched, Padma’s waist jerked hard and she lifted off the mattress. Her pussy was leaking so much that her panty was completely soaked.
Rajan: “Shall I remove your panty?”
Before Padma could answer, he grabbed the thin strings and pulled hard. Her ass tried to hold it for a second, but his pressure won. He pulled the panty off completely and threw it aside. Padma could only watch where it landed.
Now Rajan came over her, kissing and cuddling her. His hard cock was dancing right against her bare pussy. Her soft lips had opened slightly, as if ready to accommodate him.
This time Padma couldn’t hold back her moan and cried out loudly.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaaaaa… sssssssss… hhhhhhh aaaahhhhh…”
She immediately closed her eyes again in pleasure.
He began licking and then sucking both nipples one after the other. Padma’s eyes stayed closed. He massaged her full breasts with his hands while sucking them deeply. Padma placed both hands on his head and lovingly stroked his hair. He looked exactly like a small child drinking his mother’s milk.
Rajan: “I swear, my dear… your breasts are so full… I feel like drinking their juice like this forever…”
Rajan looked into her eyes. She looked back into his. This time Padma didn’t close her eyes. They simply stared at each other. Lust filled both their eyes. After a while Padma was the one who spoke.
Padma: “What…?”

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Rajan’s tongue reached her pussy. He paused there for a few seconds… and inhaled her scent deeply.
Rajan: “Padma, my queen… the scent of your pussy is so good… I feel like I could lose myself in this fragrance forever… just keep breathing you in like this…”
He looked up at her.
Rajan: “Padma… now you will keep looking into my eyes like this… not even for a second should you close them while I lick your pussy… if you close your eyes, I will stop.”
The moment came when his tongue finally touched her. He paused, looked at her once… then Padma nodded.
Until today no one had ever licked her. This was her first time. She had only ever been with her husband, and he had never done this. But today, for reasons she could not explain, every word of Rajan’s felt good… and she was agreeing to everything…
Rajan: “Spread both legs completely… Padma…”
Rajan slowly brought his mouth close and examined her carefully. He parted her outer lips with his fingers… the soft pink inner folds became clearly visible. Her entire pussy was soaked with her juices.
He extended his tongue and placed it gently on her clit, then kissed it very softly. A loud cry burst from Padma.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh… ssssssss… iiiiiii… aaaaaaaaa… Rajan…”
He began to work his tongue with slow skill, licking her carefully. Her mouth fell open in pure sensation. Breathing became difficult. The more his tongue moved over her, the more restless she grew. Her eyes kept trying to close, but she forced them open again and again… out of the fear he had planted.
His tongue slipped from her clit and began to push slowly into her opening. Padma was lost in the feeling; she had no awareness left. Today she was being licked by this man… her soft cries filled the entire hut.
Rajan glanced up at her from time to time.
Rajan: “Eyes… don’t… close… Padma…”
He gave a firm slap on her thigh as he said it.
Padma: “Aaaaahhhhhhaaaa…
I won’t close them…”
Sometimes he simply looked into her eyes while he licked. Her eyes had turned completely red. There was no limit left to the heat inside her. Whenever he pushed his tongue deep, her hips jerked upward. Shame was slowly leaving her body. She was very close to the peak.
Rajan continued without pause, sometimes trying to take her entire pussy into his mouth, making her jump again. He was an experienced man; he knew exactly what she was feeling. His tongue moved steadily back and forth while she kept her eyes fixed on him. After only a short time the moment arrived.
She suddenly placed both hands on his head and began to rock her hips. Within seconds a long cry tore from her throat.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaa… uuuuuuu… sssssssssss… iiiiiiiiiii… ooooooooooo… mmmmmmmmm… aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…”
She came hard, shuddering. Her body went limp. Her breathing was completely out of control. Her whole body trembled. Rajan continued licking the juices that flowed from her. Padma lay there as if she had no strength left. All the heat in her body seemed to have poured out through her pussy like lava.
Rajan went up to her face and wanted to kiss her, but—
Padma: “No…”
She closed her mouth with her hands.
Rajan wiped his mouth with the edge of the blanket, then came back and started kissing her deeply. She kissed him back without hesitation. They stayed locked in that kiss for a long time.
When they finally parted, she looked carefully at his body. His dark skin was covered with thick black hair. His body was hard and strong like stone. He was completely naked. Her eyes settled on his thick dark cock.
She thought how large it really was. Fresh wetness gathered between her legs, yet fear also rose in her chest. She did not know whether she would be able to take something so big inside her… whether the coming time would hurt or bring pleasure…
Rajan: “Have you ever experienced this thrill?”
Padma: “To be honest… no. And this is my first oral sex.”
Rajan: “Hoo… is it? Mohan, you are really a waste…”
He started laughing.
Padma: “We have never tried it…”
Rajan: “Okay, leave it. You will yet experience much more…”
Now Rajan came over her and started kissing her again while widening her legs. He rubbed his hard cock slowly over her wet, swollen pussy.
Padma wondered why he was not putting it in. When would he put it in? She started expecting it… but he didn’t enter her. Instead he kept rubbing the thick head over her red, wet pussy lips. She was almost asking him with her eyes.
He hugged her tightly and kissed her again.
Rajan: “Shall I put this inside…?”
Padma, with shyness, closed her face with her hands and said softly,
Padma: “No…”
Rajan: “You don’t want it?”
Padma: “No… if you want… you can do it…”
Rajan: “Only if I want…?”
Padma: “Why are you asking me now? If I say no… will you leave me?”
Rajan: “It would be difficult… but I will respect your decision.”
Padma was about to say something when Rajan held his cock with his right hand, pressed the head against her entrance, pushed just a little, then pulled back and started throbbing and rubbing it over her pussy again.
Padma: “Ahhhhh… haaa…”
Rajan: “Speak…”
He throbbed his cock against her once more.
Padma could not open her mouth. She could not even open her eyes.
Finally she spoke in a broken, trembling voice:
Padma: “Please… don’t tease me… don’t do that… ahhhhhhhh… haaaaaaa…”
Rajan throbbed his thick cock against her again, rubbing the swollen head slowly up and down her wet slit.
Padma: “Please… ahhhhhhhhh… hmmmmmm… put that innnnnn… haaa Rajan… enough… aaaaaaahhhhh…”
Rajan let out a deep, winning laugh, as if he had just claimed the greatest trophy of his life — this wife, this Padma, who had rejected him so many times, the dream of so many men… now lying under him, legs open, pleading to be fucked.
He kept rubbing and throbbing against her, deliberately slow, deliberately cruel.
Rajan: “So Padma dear… shall I fuck you? I’m asking you officially. Shall I fuck my old friend…?”
Padma’s mind flashed with everything — her marriage, Mohan, all the years Rajan had tried to seduce her. But the hard, hot length of his cock kept sliding against her dripping pussy, making every thought melt away.
Almost desperately she dragged him down onto her. She widened her soft milky legs and thighs, letting his dark, bulky body settle between them. She lifted her waist, trying to catch the head of his cock with her open pussy, rubbing herself against him with small, needy movements of her ass. She was that far gone.
Rajan: “Are you ready to be taken by me?”
Padma: “Yessss… hmmmmmm… ahhhhh…”
Rajan: “Are you mine now…?”
Padma: “Yes… I am yours… yesssss… hmmmm… do it… Rajan… yes, thug… loot me… aaaaaaahhhhh…”
Rajan’s eyes burned with excitement at her words. He rested the thick, dark head of his cock right against her entrance. He was fully ready.
He looked into her eyes. She looked back into his, breathing hard.
Then he slowly but firmly thrust forward.
Tears sprang to her eyes as roughly four inches forced inside her tight pussy at once. A long, high cry tore from her throat like a broken song.
Padma: “Nooooooooooo… Rajannnnnnnn… take… it… oooouuuut… it… huuuuurts… so… muuuuuch… aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…”
He covered her mouth with his own and kissed her deeply, swallowing the long, singing moans.
Her condition was bad. The thick length continued to push deeper, inch by inch. She kept crying out from the stretch, long drawn-out sounds that rose and fell like a song, but his mouth captured every one of them.
He pulled almost all the way out and drove back in with the same steady force.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaaa…
A little… sloweerrrrr… pleaseeee… it… huuuuurts… too… muuuuuch… ahhhhhhhhh…
Nooo… wait… ahhhhhh… don’t… stop… no… wait… aaaaaaahhhhh…”
Her eyes clearly showed the pain of taking his full length, yet her hips had already started moving against him. He began to thrust steadily.
Padma: “Pleeeeeeease… waiiiit… a… little… I… caaaaan’t… beeeear… it…
Ahhhhhhhh… no… don’t… stop… Rajannnn… aaaaaaahhhhh…
It huuurts… but… don’t… take… it… out… ahhhhhhh… hmmmmmm…”
She was completely at his mercy. Every attempt to push him away failed. Her long, musical moans filled the hut — sometimes begging him to stop, sometimes begging him never to stop — while he kept pushing deeper into her.