Adultery Cuckold - Adventures of a hot Indian wife Anitya by divya_baby (Completed)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anitya was tempted. She "Okay!" she said excitedly. She dropped the towel (they'd done so much together she was no longer bashful in front of him). She pulled on her pantyhose even with the hole in it and the laddering, because it was cold outside. She pulled on the jersey, then her heels (because they were the only shoes she had). She liked the jersey, but it was so big and loose around her she was afraid a gust of wind would puff it up and show everyone her private parts. So she scanned the bedroom and saw a scarf Avani had left behind. She used it like a belt, silently promising to have it dried cleaned and return it the next time she saw Sumit. She rolled her bra, skirt and blouse into a small bundle and looked at Sumit, ready to go. "Um ... I left my car at the bar. Can you give me a ride?"

Sumit had watched Anitya get dressed. He knew she wasn't trying to dress pretty or sexy, but still she looked like she had just stepped out of the sexiest Maxim cover imaginable. Belted the way it was with the scarf, the jersey only went to her mid-thigh, and her fantastic legs looked even sexier in the laddered pantyhose. And of course he knew there was a hole in the pantyhose over her pussy with the nylon caked with his sperm and her juices. Add to that her beautiful face and long hair. His cock got hard.

Anitya saw his erection and sighed playfully. "Sumit, not now, I really have to get going," she pleaded. "Can't you – I don't know – take a cold shower or something?"

He laughed, and then pulled on some clothes. "Let's go," he said grabbing his car keys.

Anitya sat at home after getting back from the chemist (she'd gone there right after Sumit dropped her off at her car). She knew she had to do this, but she felt paralyzed. Already, so soon, again. She felt like a slut, an irresponsible wife, someone destined for hell. And what if it hurt her chances to conceive in the future? Dr Latika Khadse had said that was a possibility, they just didn't have a lot of experience with it. But she didn't have a choice. Sumit had cum so much, and she was ovulating. If she got pregnant she could lie to Siddharth, tell him it was his, but they had too many issues to work through to get pregnant now, and she wondered about how Sumit would react if he saw her pregnant. Would he claim the baby as his? She shuddered at the nightmare that would cause. So she put the morning after pill in her mouth. This time, though, she washed it down with a glass of vodka. She needed the alcohol, she was an emotional wreck. The tears came, and she curled herself in a ball. This was why she needed to leave Sumit's early. She needed to buy one of these pills and take it, and then have time to pull herself together before Siddharth got home. Because she felt so guilty she had to do something special for him, even though her heart wasn't into it.

Siddharth's plane touched down. He couldn't wait to see his wife. He hadn't spoken to her since their brief call yesterday when she'd been in the middle of fucking Sumit. He couldn't wait to sink his cock into her. He wished he'd seen her fucking Sumit, but hearing about it was something.

He turned on his phone. Although almost out of power, it beeped with a text message. It showed a picture of Anitya, her hair and makeup perfect, wearing one of his favorite outfits. The text said: "I'm at the hotel by the airport."

Siddharth's pulse quickened. It was the hotel they'd first played the game. He texted back, "I'll be right there," and then rushed to a cab.