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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The following week Siddharth wandered aimlessly at work, feeling jealous and insecure. He'd thought he could handle Anitya's affair with Sumit, he thought Sumit was the perfect guy to turn his fantasies into reality. If it was just physical, he could handle it. But he suspected it was more than physical. The way they held hands in the temple and looked at each other. The way they whispered on the phone during the week. The way Anitya daydreamed in the evening.

It didn't look like Sumit and Avani were getting back together. They went to counseling, but Sumit seemed to consider it just an obligatory prelude to divorce. Siddharth was concerned Sumit intended to seriously go after Anitya after his divorce with Avani was final.

In his lucid moments, during the periods of clarity after cumming, he admitted to himself he'd been an idiot to let Anitya go back on the pill. He should have stopped playing the game and gotten her pregnant. She'd be his forever if she had his child. She would never allow her baby to be without its father. But outside those moments of clarity, he was controlled and betrayed by his demented and self-destructive fantasies.

Later that week Anitya rushed into the locker room of the gym. Her dance class had gone over and she was late for a date with Sumit (Siddharth was traveling again). She quickly showered and dressed. She put her long hair up in a loose bun, not wanting to spend the time to blow dry her hair. She left the locker room and saw Sumit across the big room, pretty girls surrounding him. She frowned inside. Then she noticed he wasn't holding court like he usually did, where he flirted with all the girls like each was a potential bedmate. Instead he seemed more business-like, standoffish. In retrospect, she realized he'd been acting like that for other a month. She wondered what was up (but felt pleased). She didn't know Sumit had lost interest in other girls, he only had eyes for her.

The girls around Sumit frowned and scattered when they saw Anitya approached. They didn't know exactly what was going on between her and Sumit, but they all knew they didn't stand a chance against Anitya's gorgeous face and tight body. Sumit gawked at Anitya when he saw her. He'd never seen her with her hair up. Anitya realized what had drawn his attention. "Be still, will you," she whispered smiling, hoping no one saw his reaction to her, although she wondered why she'd never thought of wearing her hair up given Sumit's love of girls with short hair. She briefly pressed his hand, and they walked out trying to keep a respectable distance between them.

They went to her place because Anitya had a busy day the next day. As soon as they walked in the door Sumit was all over her, frenzy with lust over seeing her with her hair up. She almost giggled over what drove men crazy, but she didn't, enjoying what he was doing to her body. By now for Siddharth she would've shaken her long hair out, but of course she left it up for Sumit, he was enjoying it too much.

Sumit tore off her clothes, leaving her in just thigh highs and high heels. It was always the same with Sumit (and Siddharth), but she didn't mind, she felt sexy being completely nude except for her legwear and heels. He was an animal today, bending her over the arm of a chair to take her from behind. She loved it! He spread her legs apart with his knee, her heels scbanging across the hardwood floor, and then impaled her with his monster cock with a single thrust. She was getting use to him but it still hurt. Still, it didn't hurt as much as before, so she assumed his constant fucking of her and keeping his cock inside her while they slept was stretching out her pussy. She briefly thought how that might affect her sex with Siddharth, but then her attention was drawn back to the huge thick cock ramming her from behind.