Adultery Story of Priyanka, the Slut by strtlr69
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The first month of my brother's marriage

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It was an absolute hell for me.

I came back from college to attend his wedding. Besides missing my college life and friends, I felt as if I was the only driver in the house. For any and every kind of work, I was to be contacted for transportation. It seemed that I was the only one free guy in my house. Thankfully the wedding came in a weeks' time. The wedding was an even bigger pain in the ass. Along with being a driver, I had to put up a plastic smile 24 * 7. Painfully soon, the wedding too was over.

Then came the more complex parts, one can easily say the most complex part -The part where changes in lifestyle was necessary. It was damn hard for me to see my brother change. I accepted it with an open heart but I still wished, inside, that he spent more of his time with me. This wish made me do a few stupid things as well. But nothing so stupid that would affect my relation with my brother. The same cannot be said for his wife though.

At that time, I thought she was the main reason for the distance between my brother and me. So I wanted to make life a little tough for her. I started to resist her - her ideas for any outings, the food she made etc. In short, everything she suggested, I would suggest something quite otherwise. The family felt the weirdness in my actions and started to ignore me soon. It made me even more irritated. I started to count the days until my college re-opened.

Thankfully, my brother got some clues from my behavior and started to patch things up between me and him - especially on time spending front. I missed him most at nights. We would have always ended up playing on XBOX together. Well, he had something else to play with at nights now.

My relation with Priyanka was nothing but absolutely superficial. I would exchange a plastic smile with her whenever she came across me. The only few emotions that came up in my mind were that of anger and jealousy whenever I remembered her. It is due to her that I was being distanced from my family members. However, the whole jealousy and hate thing changed a week before I was about to leave for college.

My brother and Priyanka had gone for a dinner followed by a long drive. Rahul decided to take the open jeep as the weather was good. He did not obviously know that it was going to rain. It not just rained, it rained cats and dogs. Since the two of them would be coming in late and our guard was on leave, I was duly given the duty to open the main gate for them. I was absolutely irritated on becoming a guard for them.

It was quite a major pain in the ass to stay awake, just to open the gates for them. The atmosphere inside the house started to become bitchy. I decided to make my way out into the porch before I became the topic of discussion. The wind started to pick up. Raindrops were all around the porch in no time. I decided to go and sit in the guard room, next to the main gate. The guard room was rain proof besides it was a bit of a distance from the house as well.

Thankfully Rahul came soon. He honked his car horn to open the door. I checked from inside, undid the mortised lock on the door. Closing the lights in the guard room, I was about to come out when I got the view of my life - a view which changed my whole life. I could see the two of them quite clearly against the light coming from the house. Priyanka stood there in rain, drenched - her clothes sticking to her skin. I was damn surprised, even ashamed, as I felt my cock stir up seeing her like that.

The stirring slowly became a hurting hard rock like erection as I saw the two of them mildly touch each other. Love had indeed made them quite stupid. Stupid enough to feel each other in open. I cursed them some more, my hard on as it was hurting me badly.

I cleared my throat, so the love birds would stop playing their games. I gave them the umbrella and made my way towards the house. Rahul at that very moment caught my hands and pulled me up towards the place where they stood. I just hoped that my erection was not visible to them.

"Please open the side gate buddy," Rahul winked and added "Priyanka is not exactly in a state where she can go in front of the elders in the house".

As if, I was in a perfect state to go in front of them. The umbrella really helped me hide my massive hard on. I opened the side gate and let them in. They both quite shamelessly ran towards their room. The place which had blood rushing into it was not exactly my brain. I turned to look towards them. I could see her body even more clearly. I visually chocked even more as Priyanka turned to look in my direction. I could just keep my fingers crossed that she did not look down below towards the tent pole I was sporting.

I wasn't prepared to look towards her like that. My mind was on fire, my body too. In a single yank of hand, my clothes were done away with. I stood there alone in bathroom, under the shower. My hands wrapped firmly around my dick. My hormones were way out of control. Flashes of her images started to float across the screen of my brain as I stroked my steel shaft. I had to brace myself with the free arm as I powerfully sprayed myself inside the shower. My release came hard and fast. As the last drops came out, I was enveloped in guilt like never before.

The next day was the hardest one for me. Every time Priyanka crossed my path, blood rushed up my dick. I forget the number of time I masturbated so I did not have to sport a hard on. By the time the day ended, I was utterly exhausted and spent.

Is there any need to mention how exhausted and spent I was when I returned to college.
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RE: Story of Priyanka, the Slut by strtlr69 - by Ramesh_Rocky - 15-02-2019, 01:27 PM



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