Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
Rohan could feel the heat of her skin through it, not just warmth, but her, the living, breathing essence of her body pressed against the fabric.
 
"You're not wearing anything under this," he breathed.
 
His voice was thick, rough with something between awe and hunger.
 
"No."
 
"You're, "
 
"I'm completely bare.
 
Just this saree.
 
That's all."
 
His hands moved up her waist, feeling her curves through the silk.
 
She was warm, soft, trembling.
 
He traced the line of her spine, the flare of her hips, the dip of her waist.
 
And he felt everything.
 
The silk was impossibly thin, a whisper, a breath, a membrane between his hands and her nakedness.
 
Beneath it, her skin was molten.
 
He could feel the subtle texture of her flesh, the gentle swell of her stomach, the graceful curve of her ribs.
 
When his fingers traced her spine, he felt each vertebra, the delicate architecture of her body laid bare beneath the fabric.
 
Her hips flared beneath his palms, round and full, and he could feel the heat pooling there, radiating through the silk like embers beneath ash.
 
She trembled, and he felt it, not just against his hands, but through the fabric, the vibration of her body traveling up his arms and settling somewhere deep in his chest.
 
He could feel her heartbeat.
 
Or perhaps it was his own.
 
In the darkness, the two had become indistinguishable.
 
"I've been waiting for this," she said.
 
"I've been planning this for days."
 
"Mamta, " His voice broke.
 
He couldn't finish.
 
"There are no lights.
 
No sounds except us.
 
I've cleared the house of everything dangerous.
 
Nothing can hurt you."
 
"Why, "
 
"Because I want you to feel me.
 
Not see me.
 
Feel me.
 
Every touch, every kiss, every breath.
 
I want you to know me in the dark.
 
The way I've been in the dark for so long."
 
She paused, her lips brushing his ear.
 
The warmth of her breath sent a shiver down his spine.
 
"And I want to feel you with my hands.
 
My body.
 
All of me."
 
She slipped away from him.
 
"Now catch me," she whispered.

[AjitKumar]

Awesome update

[prasannas2001]

 
The Game
 
"Mamta, "
 
"Find me, Rohan."
 
"Find me in the dark."
 
Her voice came from the left.
 
He moved toward it, his hands outstretched, fingers brushing empty air.
 
The darkness pressed against his eyes, absolute and disorienting.
 
"Every time you catch me, you get a few minutes.
 
And then I'll escape again."
 
"Mamta, "
 
"Don't be scared.
 
I've made it safe.
 
Just trust me."
 
He took a step forward, his hands finding the wall.
 
The house was silent except for his breathing and the soft rustle of her saree somewhere ahead of him.
 
The sound was maddening, a whisper of silk, a promise of her body just beyond his reach.
 
"I'm here," she whispered.
 
Her voice was close.
 
"Come find me."
 
He moved toward her voice, his heart hammering against his ribs.
 
Every nerve in his body was alive, straining for the faintest sound, the softest breath, the smallest hint of her presence.
 
The air itself felt charged, heavy with her scent, jasmine and something else, something warm and intimate that made his blood run hot.
 
The silk rustled again.
 
Closer now.
 
His fingers brushed something, a wisp of fabric, a strand of hair, he couldn't tell.
 
But it was her, and his entire body surged toward the contact.
 
"Found you," he breathed.
 
She laughed, low and soft, and slipped away again.
 
The sound of her saree trailing across the floor was the only compass he had, and he followed it blindly, desperately, into the dark.

[prasannas2001]

 
First Catch ,  The Living Room
 
He moved toward her voice, his hands reaching out into the blackness.
 
They found her, her waist, her hips, and he pulled her close, his fingers sinking into the silk that clung to her body.
 
"I caught you," he breathed.
 
His heart was pounding, his chest rising and falling against hers.
 
"Yes, you did." Her voice was soft, pleased.
 
"Now you have a few minutes."
 
"What do I do with them?"
 
"Whatever you want." Her lips found his ear, her breath warm against his skin.
 
"I'm yours.
 
For a few minutes, I'm completely yours."
 
His lips found hers in the darkness.
 
She was soft and warm, her mouth opening to him like a flower.
 
She tasted sweet, honey and desire and something deeper, something that made his head spin.
 
He kissed her like a drowning man, drinking her in, his hands cupping her face to hold her steady.
 
"You taste so good," he murmured against her lips.
 
"So do you."
 
His hands moved up her waist, finding her breasts through the silk.
 
They were bare beneath the fabric, no barrier, no protection, just her.
 
Warm.
 
Responsive.
 
He felt her nipples harden against his palms, felt the sharp intake of her breath.
 
She gasped against his lips, and the sound went straight through him, settling low in his belly.
 
"You're so beautiful," he breathed.
 
"I can feel every curve.
 
Every soft place."
 
And he could.
 
Through the whisper-thin silk, her body was a landscape he was learning by touch alone.
 
The weight of her breasts in his palms, full and yielding.
 
The soft swell of her belly beneath his fingers.
 
The flare of her hips, round and warm, made to be held.
 
"Then touch me.
 
Feel all of me."
 
His hands roamed her body through the silk, her breasts, her waist, her hips, her thighs.
 
Every inch of her was warm, alive, trembling beneath his touch.
 
The silk moved with his hands, sliding over her skin like water, and he could feel everything, the texture of her flesh, the heat of her blood, the rapid flutter of her pulse at her throat.
 
She moaned softly, encouraging him, and the sound was almost too much.
 
He wanted to tear the silk away.
 
He wanted to see her.
 
But the darkness held him, forced him to rely on touch alone, and somehow that made it more intense.
 
"I want more," he said, his voice rough.
 
"I want to feel your skin."
 
"Then catch me again."
 
She slipped away, and he felt the absence of her body like a wound.
 
 
 

[xbiilove]

She would have never done these with her useless husband and she is determined to to try everything with Rohan

[prasannas2001]

 
Second Catch ,  The Hallway
 
"I'm here," she called.
 
Her voice came from the hallway.
 
He followed it, his hands finding the wall, the doorframe.
 
He moved carefully, guided by her soft breathing, by the faint rustle of silk that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
 
"Rohan, " Her voice was a whisper.
 
"Where are you?"
 
"I'm close."
 
His hands found her.
 
She was pressed against the hallway wall, her body warm and waiting.
 
The silk of her saree was cool against his fingertips, a stark contrast to the heat beneath.
 
"Caught you again," he said.
 
"Then take what you want."
 
He pressed his body against hers, feeling every curve align with his own.
 
His lips found her neck, and she tilted her head back, exposing her throat like an offering.
 
"Kiss me," she breathed.
 
"Kiss me where I'm bare."
 
His lips found her shoulder, the silk had slipped, revealing a crescent of bare skin.
 
He kissed her there, tasting her warmth, the faint salt of her skin, the jasmine oil she'd applied hours ago.
 
She shuddered against him.
 
"More," she whispered.
 
His lips moved up her neck, finding her pulse.
 
It was racing, a frantic rhythm beneath his mouth.
 
He pressed his lips to it, felt the life thrumming through her veins, and something primal stirred in his chest.
 
"You're so responsive," he murmured against her skin.
 
"Every touch, every kiss, you respond."
 
"I can't help it.
 
You make me feel so alive."
 
"Then let me make you feel more."
 
His hands found the edge of her saree, pushing the pallu aside.
 
Her shoulder was bare, her collarbone, the top of her chest.
 
The silk pooled around her waist, and he could feel the cool air on her skin, the goosebumps rising beneath his fingers.
 
"So beautiful," he breathed.
 
"I want to taste all of you."
 
"Then catch me again."
 
She slipped away, and he was left standing in the darkness, his lips still tasting her, his hands still reaching for what was no longer there.

 
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
Third Catch ,  The Kitchen
 
"I'm in the kitchen," she called.
 
"Find me."
 
He moved carefully, his hands finding the kitchen counter.
 
The room smelled like jasmine, her scent was everywhere, saturating the air until he could barely think.
 
"Mamta, "
 
"I'm right here."
 
He turned, his hands finding her.
 
She was standing by the counter, her body warm and waiting.
 
He could feel the cool granite against his knuckles as he reached past her, trapping her between his body and the counter's edge.
 
"Caught you," he said.
 
"Yes.
 
Now what do you want?"
 
"I want to feel you.
 
All of you."
 
His hands moved down her body, finding the edge of her saree.
 
He pushed it aside, revealing her bare hip.
 
The silk fell away like water, and his fingers found skin, warm, impossibly soft, the curve of her hip bone sharp beneath his palm.
 
"So soft," he breathed.
 
"So warm."
 
His lips found her hip, kissing her skin.
 
She tasted like jasmine and salt, like the oil she'd smoothed into her body hours ago.
 
He pressed his tongue to her hip bone, felt her shiver, heard the sharp intake of her breath.
 
"Rohan, "
 
"Tell me what you want."
 
"I want you to feel me.
 
Everywhere."
 
His hands moved up her body, finding her breasts through the silk.
 
He squeezed them gently, feeling their weight, their warmth, the way they yielded beneath his palms.
 
Her nipples were hard, straining against the fabric, and when he rolled them between his fingers, she moaned.
 
The sound was raw, unguarded, and it ignited something in him.
 
"I want more," he said, his voice thick with need.
 
"I want to taste more of you."
 
"Then catch me again."
 
She slipped away, and he was alone in the kitchen, surrounded by her scent, his hands still burning with the memory of her skin.

 
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
Fourth Catch ,  The Dining Room
 
"I'm in the dining room," she called.
 
"Come find me."
 
He moved toward her voice, his hands finding the table, the chairs.
 
The wood was cool beneath his fingertips, familiar, but his mind was elsewhere, still back in the kitchen, still feeling the ghost of her skin against his palms.
 
She was waiting near the window.
 
Her silhouette was just barely visible in the absolute darkness, a deeper shade of black against black, the faint shimmer of blue silk catching what little light existed.
 
"Rohan, "
 
"I'm here."
 
His hands found her waist, pulling her close.
 
She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling against his, and he could feel her heart pounding through the silk.
 
"Caught you," he said.
 
"Yes." Her voice was trembling.
 
"And I don't want to escape this time."
 
"What do you want?"
 
"I want you to hold me.
 
I want you to kiss me.
 
I want you to make me feel like I'm the only woman in the world."
 
"You are." He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin.
 
"You've always been the only woman in the world."
 
"You mean that?"
 
"I mean everything I've ever said to you."
 
He kissed her, deep and slow.
 
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
Mamta’s body melted against his, every curve yielding, every muscle going soft.
 
She tasted like honey and desire, like the promise of everything he'd been chasing through the darkness.
 
His hands moved to her back.
 
And then lower.
 
His palms found the curve of her ass through the silk of her saree.
 
They were soft and warm, impossibly full, and he squeezed them with both hands, feeling the firmness beneath the softness, the way her flesh yielded and then resisted.
 
He remembered the first time he'd seen her walking away from him, that day, months ago, when she'd worn a similar saree and he'd watched her move across the room.
 
He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her ass.
 
The sway of her hips.
 
The way the silk had clung to her ass, hinting at everything beneath.
 
He'd imagined this moment a thousand times.
 
Dreamed about it.
 
And now he was feeling it.
 
Feeling the softness and the firmness of her ass cheeks beneath his palms, the warmth of her skin through the whisper-thin silk.
 
He squeezed again, harder this time, and she gasped against his mouth.
 
"Rohan…" she moaned softly.
 
The sound went through him like lightning.
 
"Tell me what you want."
 
"I want you to take me to the bedroom.
 
I want you to make love to me."
 
"Are you ready?"
 
"I've been ready for so long.
 
I was just too scared to admit it."
 
"Then let's go."
 
He took her hand and let her lead him through the darkness.
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
The Final Catch ,  The Bedroom
 
She guided him to the bedroom door.
 
"It's just through here," she whispered.
 
She opened the door and led him inside.
 
The air was different here, warmer, closer, thick with her scent.
 
He heard her move to the bed, felt the softness of the mattress as she sat down.
 
"Find me," she whispered.
 
"One last time."
 
He moved toward her voice, his hands reaching out.
 
They found her, her shoulders, the silk of her saree, and he pulled her toward him.
 
"I caught you," he said.
 
"Yes." She pulled him down to her.
 
"And now I'm yours."
 
His hands found the edge of her saree.
 
He pulled it gently, the silk sliding away from her skin like water, like a sigh, like the last barrier between them falling away.
 
"Beautiful," he breathed.
 
"You can't see me."
 
"I don't need to.
 
I can feel you.
 
I can taste you.
 
I can hear you.
 
That's enough."
 
His hands found her bare skin.
 
Her waist first, narrow and warm, the muscles trembling beneath his palms.
 
Then her hips, round and full, made to be held.
 
Then lower, to her ass, and he cupped her again, this time without the silk, skin against skin.
 
She was softer than he'd imagined.
 
Warmer.
 
More real.
 
His hands moved up her body, finding her breasts.
 
They were full and heavy in his palms, her nipples hard against his fingers.
 
He traced the underside of each breast, felt the weight of them, the warmth of them, the way she arched into his touch.
 
She was warm and soft and trembling.
 
"You're so beautiful," he said.
 
"Every inch of you."
 
"Rohan, "
 
"I love you.
 
I've loved you since the first time I saw you."
 
"I love you too.
 
I love you so much."
 
He kissed her, deep and slow.
 
His hands explored her body, learning every curve, every soft place.
 
The dip of her waist.
 
The swell of her hips.
 
The impossible softness of her thighs.
 
 
 

[prasannas2001]

 
 

Rohan memorized her by touch alone, the way her breath caught when he touched her ribs, the way she moaned when his fingers found the inside of her thigh.
 
"I want to make love to you," he whispered.
 
"I want to feel all of you."
 
"I want that too."
 
"Are you sure?"
 
"I've never been more sure of anything."
 
He lowered her to the bed, his body covering hers.
 
Skin against skin.
 
Heart against heart.
 
And in the perfect darkness, with nothing but touch and taste and breath between them, he began to learn her all over again.
 
 
 
The First Union
 

His hands trembled slightly as they roamed her body, mapping her curves in the absolute darkness.
 
He could feel her heart beating against his palm when he pressed it to her chest, a rapid, wild rhythm that matched his own.
 
"I've never done this before," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
 
"Not like this. Not in complete darkness."
 
"Then let me be your eyes," she replied, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
 
"Let me guide you."
 
She took his hands, moving them to her breasts again.
 
"Feel how my nipples harden at your touch.
 
Feel how my breath catches when you squeeze them gently."
 
He complied, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.
 
She gasped, her body arching into his touch.
 
"Like that," she breathed.
 
"Just like that."
 
His hands moved lower, exploring the soft curve of her stomach.
 
He could feel the muscles fluttering beneath his touch, her body responding to his exploration even in the darkness.
 
"I want to taste you," he said suddenly, his voice thick with desire.
 
"Not yet," she replied, her hands moving to his chest.
 
"First, I want to feel you."
 
She pushed him gently until he was lying on his back, her body hovering above his.
 
 

[rajesh93]

Erotic Updates. Great job. Keep going.

[Rakul1985]

Nice game idea. Finally Rohan is entering into Mamata.

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Mamta’s hands explored his chest, her fingers tracing the line of his collarbones, the muscles of his shoulders, the hard planes of his stomach.
 
"You're so strong," she murmured, her hands moving lower.
 
"So different from me."
 
Her fingers found the button of his pants, deftly undoing it.
 
He lifted his hips as she pulled them down, along with his underwear, freeing his already hard cock with her hands.
 
"Rohan," she breathed, her fingers wrapping around his stiffness.
 
"You're so... big."
 
He groaned as she began to stroke his dick, her movements slow and deliberate.
 
"Mamta," he gasped.
 
"That feels... incredible."
 
Her hands explored every inch of his cock, learning its length, its thickness, the way his dick throbbed in her grasp.
 
She could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock’s head, using it to lubricate her strokes.
 
 
 
"I want to taste your dick," she said, echoing his earlier words, her voice a husky whisper that seemed to vibrate through the darkness and straight into his soul.
 
Before he could form a coherent response, she began her descent.
 
The movement was a slow, deliberate journey down his body.
 
He felt the silken cascade of her hair against his cock first, and then a teasing whisper against his thighs that sent shivers racing across his skin.
 
Then came the heat of her breath, a warm, moist puff of air against the most sensitive part of him.
 
It was a promise of what was to come, and his entire body tensed in anticipation.
 
He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat counting down to the moment of contact.
 
Then it happened.
 
The first touch wasn't her tongue, but her lips.
 
They were impossibly soft, a gentle, closed-mouth kiss pressed right against the weeping head of his cock.
 
It was an act of such tender intimacy, such reverence, that it stole the air from his lungs.
 
It wasn't a kiss of lust, but of worship.
 
 

[Rakul1985]

Good going

[prasannas2001]

Mamta is ready to tame the young man. Fantastic

Thank you so much