18-03-2019, 12:34 PM
Delhi Nights Ch. 05: Catharsis 03
This is third part of a three-part story Catharsis. You will need to read the first two parts for this to make sense. In addition, the Catharsis trilogy is part of a longer set of related stories – Delhi Nights. Catharsis is a stand-alone story, but you will probably get more out of it, if you have read the prior Delhi Nights Stories.
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The moment was surreal. Harinder was laying in his bed, his cock stroked by his friend's wife, while their respective spouses stood at the threshold of the bedroom watching. Strangely, for a moment, Harinder's eyes focused on the small suitcase Vikram had in his hand – his wife's small red suitcase. The suitcase she had taken with her after he had caught her fucking another man in this same bed. Now, his friend had brought her home.
"Harinder." Preeti's voice was soft. His cock should have also gone soft. Embarrassment and shame overcoming any ardor. It didn't. His cock throbbed, almost feeling heavier, in Sonali's hands as he looked at his wife. That moment of fear washed away immediately by the pleasure of being caught. A sense of revenge? Wanting her to feel what he felt when he had caught her with another man? No. It wasn't that. It wasn't jealousy. Hope, then? Maybe she would feel the same lust and need that he had felt when he had seen her with another man?
He turned his attention from the suitcase to Preeti. She was watching as Sonali continued to stroke his cock. Her face was expressionless and she seemed rooted to the spot. Then, Vikram placed his hand on her shoulder. That seemed to break the spell. With a quick glance to Vikram, she stepped into the room.
"He told me everything." She said, her tone remaining flat, hesitant. Vikram had come to stand closer to Preeti, hand wrapping around her waist as if in support.
"Preeti, I – "
Before Harinder could continue, Sonali interrupted, now sitting up, her hand still on his cock, the strokes almost absent-minded. "So, you know everything?"
Preeti nodded.
"About that night?"
Another nod. Her eyes were on Sonali's hand as it massaged her husband's heavy cock. A dark, veined shaft in her fair hands. Harinder moaned as Sonali's stroke peeled back the foreskin to reveal his glistening head before hiding it again.
"You know Harinder loves you?"
Preeti nodded in rhythm to another stroke.
"And, you love him?"
Another nod. Another stroke. Harinder's cock was pulsating in Sonali's hand, the head engorged and leaking precum. His breathing became shallow with pent up need.
"Then, what else do you have to say?" Sonali smiled and put a hand out to Preeti, "Come here and show him."
"Go ahead." Vikram said, leaning toward Preeti, his hand gesturing her forward.
Preeti came to stand at the edge of the bed, looking from Harinder to Sonali. Harinder just looked at her, trying to read her expressionless face. What was hidden behind those dark eyes? Her words suggested that she was ready to accept this new way of life. This new chapter in their love. But, there was still hesitation. Desire and need conflicting with ingrained taboos.
Sonali reached up and took Preeti's hand, guiding it to his cock. After a moment of hesitation, and a questioning glance between Sonali and Vikram, Preeti wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. Harinder let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was that moan that seemed to relax Preeti. Perhaps, for her, the clearest sign of his acceptance of this new life. Was it something so simple that gave her the permission she seemingly needed?
She took over for Sonali, slowly stroking his cock. Up and down.
Harinder moaned in pleasure as he looked at his wife. She was wearing a simple white salwar kameez, the shirt tight enough to outline the swell of her firm breasts and thin enough to hint at the yellow bra beneath. Her open hair fell to frame her dark face and kajol lined eyes. The pale blue bhindi that matched the embroidery on her salwar kameez – more decorative than spiritual – a reminder of their relationship. At that moment though, she was more than just his wife. She was an object of his lust. The veins of his cock pulsed with need as his mind returned to the image of her rising and falling on her lover's cock. An erotic moment that would forever be in his mind not as a reminder of faithlessness, but his unconditional love and need for Preeti.
Sonali rose to her knees, wrapping a sheet around her naked torso. She watched as Preeti stroked Harinder's cock before looking up to meet her gaze. Harinder tried to understand the look they shared. Understanding? Appraisal? The two continued to look at each other before Sonali spoke.
"Do you want me to go?" She asked.
Preeti didn't say anything, still stroking her husband's cock. She looked at Sonali for a moment before turning to Harinder.
"Do you want her to go?" she asked her husband, eyes boring into him. He shared glances between his wife and Sonali. And, then looked to the impassive Vikram. There was no turning back now. Preeti was testing him. He was certain of that, but whatever the truth, there was only one way forward. Preeti would have to accept his answer.
This is third part of a three-part story Catharsis. You will need to read the first two parts for this to make sense. In addition, the Catharsis trilogy is part of a longer set of related stories – Delhi Nights. Catharsis is a stand-alone story, but you will probably get more out of it, if you have read the prior Delhi Nights Stories.
*****
The moment was surreal. Harinder was laying in his bed, his cock stroked by his friend's wife, while their respective spouses stood at the threshold of the bedroom watching. Strangely, for a moment, Harinder's eyes focused on the small suitcase Vikram had in his hand – his wife's small red suitcase. The suitcase she had taken with her after he had caught her fucking another man in this same bed. Now, his friend had brought her home.
"Harinder." Preeti's voice was soft. His cock should have also gone soft. Embarrassment and shame overcoming any ardor. It didn't. His cock throbbed, almost feeling heavier, in Sonali's hands as he looked at his wife. That moment of fear washed away immediately by the pleasure of being caught. A sense of revenge? Wanting her to feel what he felt when he had caught her with another man? No. It wasn't that. It wasn't jealousy. Hope, then? Maybe she would feel the same lust and need that he had felt when he had seen her with another man?
He turned his attention from the suitcase to Preeti. She was watching as Sonali continued to stroke his cock. Her face was expressionless and she seemed rooted to the spot. Then, Vikram placed his hand on her shoulder. That seemed to break the spell. With a quick glance to Vikram, she stepped into the room.
"He told me everything." She said, her tone remaining flat, hesitant. Vikram had come to stand closer to Preeti, hand wrapping around her waist as if in support.
"Preeti, I – "
Before Harinder could continue, Sonali interrupted, now sitting up, her hand still on his cock, the strokes almost absent-minded. "So, you know everything?"
Preeti nodded.
"About that night?"
Another nod. Her eyes were on Sonali's hand as it massaged her husband's heavy cock. A dark, veined shaft in her fair hands. Harinder moaned as Sonali's stroke peeled back the foreskin to reveal his glistening head before hiding it again.
"You know Harinder loves you?"
Preeti nodded in rhythm to another stroke.
"And, you love him?"
Another nod. Another stroke. Harinder's cock was pulsating in Sonali's hand, the head engorged and leaking precum. His breathing became shallow with pent up need.
"Then, what else do you have to say?" Sonali smiled and put a hand out to Preeti, "Come here and show him."
"Go ahead." Vikram said, leaning toward Preeti, his hand gesturing her forward.
Preeti came to stand at the edge of the bed, looking from Harinder to Sonali. Harinder just looked at her, trying to read her expressionless face. What was hidden behind those dark eyes? Her words suggested that she was ready to accept this new way of life. This new chapter in their love. But, there was still hesitation. Desire and need conflicting with ingrained taboos.
Sonali reached up and took Preeti's hand, guiding it to his cock. After a moment of hesitation, and a questioning glance between Sonali and Vikram, Preeti wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. Harinder let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was that moan that seemed to relax Preeti. Perhaps, for her, the clearest sign of his acceptance of this new life. Was it something so simple that gave her the permission she seemingly needed?
She took over for Sonali, slowly stroking his cock. Up and down.
Harinder moaned in pleasure as he looked at his wife. She was wearing a simple white salwar kameez, the shirt tight enough to outline the swell of her firm breasts and thin enough to hint at the yellow bra beneath. Her open hair fell to frame her dark face and kajol lined eyes. The pale blue bhindi that matched the embroidery on her salwar kameez – more decorative than spiritual – a reminder of their relationship. At that moment though, she was more than just his wife. She was an object of his lust. The veins of his cock pulsed with need as his mind returned to the image of her rising and falling on her lover's cock. An erotic moment that would forever be in his mind not as a reminder of faithlessness, but his unconditional love and need for Preeti.
Sonali rose to her knees, wrapping a sheet around her naked torso. She watched as Preeti stroked Harinder's cock before looking up to meet her gaze. Harinder tried to understand the look they shared. Understanding? Appraisal? The two continued to look at each other before Sonali spoke.
"Do you want me to go?" She asked.
Preeti didn't say anything, still stroking her husband's cock. She looked at Sonali for a moment before turning to Harinder.
"Do you want her to go?" she asked her husband, eyes boring into him. He shared glances between his wife and Sonali. And, then looked to the impassive Vikram. There was no turning back now. Preeti was testing him. He was certain of that, but whatever the truth, there was only one way forward. Preeti would have to accept his answer.
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