08-11-2018, 03:09 AM
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They arrived at the decision without even talking about it. They didn't need to talk about it, they both wanted it.
Anitya knew she was safe. It'd been over a month of being on the pill again. Siddharth watched out of the corner of his eye as she got dressed for the temple. Her makeup and hair perfect.
They saw Sumit in the temple. He'd saved space for them, and they moved towards him. It was Avani's weekend with the kids. Siddharth knew his schedule as well as he knew his wife's fertility cycle. As Anitya slid next to Sumit, he saw them briefly squeeze hands. The gesture bothered Siddharth, but excited him to as a prelude for what was to come later.
About half way through the pooja, Anitya sensed someone in the aisle. She looked over. It was Avani, and she had the two kids with her! They quickly scooted over to make room, and as they did Sonu hooped on Anitya's lap. The combination caused Anitya's skirt to hike up, revealing a glimpse of her stocking top. It was only a momentary flash as Anitya quickly pushed her skirt down, but Avani saw. She scowled and whispered judgmentally at Anitya, "Is that really appropriate?" Anitya blushed.
After the pooja Anitya spoke briefly with Avani. "Are you okay?" she asked with sincere concern. She hadn't seen Avani since their separation.
She looked sad. "We're going to marriage counseling, to try to work things out." Avani left soon after with the kids. Siddharth, Anitya and Sumit lingered, drinking coffee and chatting with the swami. They didn't want people to see them leave; see who was leaving with who.
Sumit drove away with Anitya. Siddharth went to the Starbucks 10 minutes from Sumit's place to wait. This was part of the thrill for him, a big part, thinking about what Sumit was doing to Anitya. The delicious torture of sipping coffee, waiting until another man finished with his wife's body. He opened his computer and looked at pictures of him and Anitya, back in college, at their wedding, on vacations, just hanging around at home. He looked at older pictures of her, as a child, in high school. His erect cock hurt in his pants. His heart hurt in his chest. His fantasy was an obsession, exciting and self-destructive. He hated it, yet couldn't resist it, like heroin, it wasn't enough to just take it, he had to increase the dosage to get the same high.
Sumit loved it she'd dressed up for him. He undressed her, leaving on just her garter belt, stockings and heels. He reached for a box of condoms he'd bought, but she caught his hand. "That's okay," she said with a smile, eager to tell him the news. "I went back on the pill."
His eyes grew wide with surprise and joy. "You did that for me?"
She'd thought of Sumit a lot the last month. She imagined kissing his handsome face, touching his wonderful body, feeling his incredible cock inside her, experiencing the non-stop intense orgasms he gave her. "Yeah," she said pulling him into her. "Just for you."
Sumit couldn't believe it. He knew how important it was to her to start a family, yet she put that on hold for him. He paid her back by fucking her harder than ever. He did everything he could to make her orgasms last longer. When she finally got up to go back to her husband she was so sore she could barely walk. He'd fucked her three times and given her incredible orgasms. She called Siddharth to pick her up.
Anitya knew she was safe. It'd been over a month of being on the pill again. Siddharth watched out of the corner of his eye as she got dressed for the temple. Her makeup and hair perfect.
They saw Sumit in the temple. He'd saved space for them, and they moved towards him. It was Avani's weekend with the kids. Siddharth knew his schedule as well as he knew his wife's fertility cycle. As Anitya slid next to Sumit, he saw them briefly squeeze hands. The gesture bothered Siddharth, but excited him to as a prelude for what was to come later.
About half way through the pooja, Anitya sensed someone in the aisle. She looked over. It was Avani, and she had the two kids with her! They quickly scooted over to make room, and as they did Sonu hooped on Anitya's lap. The combination caused Anitya's skirt to hike up, revealing a glimpse of her stocking top. It was only a momentary flash as Anitya quickly pushed her skirt down, but Avani saw. She scowled and whispered judgmentally at Anitya, "Is that really appropriate?" Anitya blushed.
After the pooja Anitya spoke briefly with Avani. "Are you okay?" she asked with sincere concern. She hadn't seen Avani since their separation.
She looked sad. "We're going to marriage counseling, to try to work things out." Avani left soon after with the kids. Siddharth, Anitya and Sumit lingered, drinking coffee and chatting with the swami. They didn't want people to see them leave; see who was leaving with who.
Sumit drove away with Anitya. Siddharth went to the Starbucks 10 minutes from Sumit's place to wait. This was part of the thrill for him, a big part, thinking about what Sumit was doing to Anitya. The delicious torture of sipping coffee, waiting until another man finished with his wife's body. He opened his computer and looked at pictures of him and Anitya, back in college, at their wedding, on vacations, just hanging around at home. He looked at older pictures of her, as a child, in high school. His erect cock hurt in his pants. His heart hurt in his chest. His fantasy was an obsession, exciting and self-destructive. He hated it, yet couldn't resist it, like heroin, it wasn't enough to just take it, he had to increase the dosage to get the same high.
Sumit loved it she'd dressed up for him. He undressed her, leaving on just her garter belt, stockings and heels. He reached for a box of condoms he'd bought, but she caught his hand. "That's okay," she said with a smile, eager to tell him the news. "I went back on the pill."
His eyes grew wide with surprise and joy. "You did that for me?"
She'd thought of Sumit a lot the last month. She imagined kissing his handsome face, touching his wonderful body, feeling his incredible cock inside her, experiencing the non-stop intense orgasms he gave her. "Yeah," she said pulling him into her. "Just for you."
Sumit couldn't believe it. He knew how important it was to her to start a family, yet she put that on hold for him. He paid her back by fucking her harder than ever. He did everything he could to make her orgasms last longer. When she finally got up to go back to her husband she was so sore she could barely walk. He'd fucked her three times and given her incredible orgasms. She called Siddharth to pick her up.
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