Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 6

Atul

Atul and Leona swiftly moved away to a safe distance before Anvita and George stepped into the terrace. They were sharing a joke and laughing together.
Atul sat on the bench as Leona plucked a bunch of flowers and began to throw at him.
“What is going on here?”
George asked.
“She’s not letting me have my drink.”
Atul regained his voice.
“He’s taking my wine.” Leona blamed. “Where the hell you both were, by the way? We were almost planning to come down.”
“I was introducing her to your cross trainer.”
“I loved it, Leona. It’s… It’s great.”
Anvita slurred slightly. It surprised Atul a little.
“Buy one for her, Atul. It’s a great investment.”
George patted him on his shoulder. Atul was hit with a burst of guilt deep in his mind, and he could not look at George in his eyes. A moment ago this man’s wife was kissing him and he was rubbing his dick into her ass for fun. Atul felt terrible.
However, his guilt faded away rather quickly when he saw Leona snuggling into George and she kissed him. Her mouth covered his lips completely. It was erotic as hell for Atul, as he remembered her lips on him a moment ago. He turned to Anvita and took her in his arms. She too was watching the action and in no time they were kissing as if they wanted it for long. He sucked her soft lips like a cherry. His hand reached down and caressed her ass over her choli. Her body stiffened.
“Behave, dear.”
She warned Atul when he broke the kiss.
“I missed you.”
Atul whispered. She blossomed into a smile.
“I love you.”
Her eyes carried all the love in the world and Atul couldn’t see anyone else in there. They kissed again, even more intensely, until they both were almost panting. He desired to lay her right there, though he somehow regained his consciousness.
When they finally broke away, they saw George and Leona watching them together. They all burst into a good laughter.
“It’s burning inside; yes. Shall we leave them alone for some time, Leona?”
George asked.
Atul felt Leona was studying particularly him.
“No; it’s not necessary, George. We have the whole night.”
Atul said and picked up his glass.
“Actually they are not giving us space, Atul. I guess they want to rush to the bedroom themselves.”
Anvita shot back at George.
“Oh yeah, that’s true. I am like...I can't wait anymore... Why don't you guys go down and watch some TV while we spend some time here?”
He spoke in a playful tone.
“It’s not needed, dear. Let them be here only. They hardly notice us when they are into each other.”
Leona said.
 
The glasses of all were refilled soon.
George began to grill the chicken he had freshly brought. As Atul helped him burn the charcoal, Leona upped the music volume and danced with Anvita. Atul hooted and whistled to cheer them. Leona winked at me.
“What are you doing there? Come, join us.”
“Be careful with your glass, lady...”
She grinned and took a long sip. She was drunk. They all were drunk. As she handed him the glass Atul put it to his lips and finished it in one go. She, in turn, snatched Anvita’s glass. Anvita merely looked at George and he promptly handed his glass to her. Anvita gulped it down.
“Holy shit!”
Scotch, without much dilution, burned her throat. All but her burst into laughter. Anvita furiously picked up a wrestle with George, causing his bench to topple. Everyone laughed silly as they both fell down on the ground. She tried to get up but George had his arms around her belly.
“Fuck you, George!”
Atul was astonished to hear his young wife suddenly turning naughty, hurling the F-word at someone so senior. Atul saw her breasts jiggling as she struggled to escape his clasp. Atul began to help her get up but Leona stopped him.
“Let’s watch. It’s gonna be fun.”
George was drunker than he appeared. He was unable to get up his own and he has holding Anvita down to him. She struggled to break open his tight embrace around her bare stomach. Finally, when she managed to escape somehow, instead of getting up she jumped on top of him and simply sat on his chest, her legs astride him. Her knees pressed onto his armpits. Leona clapped.
“Winner...! Winner...!”
“Enough, Anvita...”
Atul moved forward again but Leona held him tighter.
“Let them play.”
She brushed her lips across his cheek and it sent shivers down his spine, freezing him. Leona held him tight, and as Atul in a feeble effort tried to push her away, his hand was right on her chest. He felt its softness over her tee shirts.
For Atul, things were suddenly turning out to be something unimagined. His newly married wife was sitting on his friend’s chest, pinning him down with her wild antics, while his friend’s wife was inviting him to breach the line of control of intimacy defined within the realm of friendship. It was a moment of uncertainty, which one would later realise he could have handled with ease had he tried, but not when he was living it.
Luckily George had surrendered to Anvita and she got up. Atul pulled him up.
“What a shame, darling!” Leona teased her husband and he grinned.
 
They spent another hour at the terrace before they decided to wrap it up. Atul’s head was spinning. Anvita hung her head on his shoulders while they sat around the dinner table.
“Take me to somewhere, I want to lie down.”
They were too drunk to eat anything. But the dinner still lasted half an hour.
 
While Atul helped Leona move the plates off the dining table, she poked him.
“I know you did that deliberately.”
“What did I do?”
“You grabbed me.” She gestured at her chest. He looked around to make sure nobody heard her, before turning back to her.
“Next time, I am gonna put my hand inside and grab it...”
She smirked. “Oh yeah?”
“Mmm...”
She pinched at his cheek.
“Go, fuck Anvita!”
“You go, and fuck George!”
“I will. I will.”
She chuckled.
 
Atul was aroused when he left the kitchen. A part of his body was ready to go to bed with some intent but he knew Anvita would rather love to collapse into her sleep. Atul had to give up any such plans. He had already called it a day even before he walked into the room, later.
And he had no idea what awaited him there.
 
Atul was drunk like heaven and horny like hell when he hit his bed, finally. He was calculating the odds of a drunken lovemaking if he climbed on top of Anvita. However, the moment he saw the bed, all he wanted was to fall into it like a dead piece of meat.
“Oh my god! This room is spinning around me. Hold this bed...”
Anvita hobbled toward the bed and climbed into the middle of it. Atul was just sitting at the edge, already preparing to let go of his consciousness. Anvita stopped him.
“Strip first.”
“What!”
“Make love to me, baby...”
“I want to do that honey, but I think we are too drunk...”
Atul could not finish his words, as she pulled him closer. Her lips were on him and they kissed. He threw away his shirt in a hurry and she licked his chest to stomach. He reached down to her breasts and caressed them over her blouse.
As she bent down to his stomach, her hair fell over her face and she swept her palm up through it. She pushed him slightly to lay him on the bed, and he felt his head spinning faster. Lying had more impact than keeping his head straight, but he had no plan to stop his wife in action. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled it down slightly. As soon as she saw the base of his member, she pushed her hand inside his jockey with a grin and pulled it out. With her soft fingers firm around his dick, it was quite something to Atul. It stood up like a rocket and its head was soaked in precum. He feared she would comment on it. But she said nothing. She did not even look at him. Her eyes were on it as though she was studying it. And she bent further down and pushed it into her mouth. He let out a hiss, as he felt for the first time in his life the ticklish pleasure of his dick gliding through the warm lips of a woman. Anvita held nothing back as she went all out sucking it like a candy. Her lips made a perfect O around his dick and the feel of her soft, warm lips against the hardness of his member was amazing. In a few seconds, he learnt how horny she had become. Being drunk just added to the madness for sure, and she kept going up and down on him. He could feel the tip of his round head hitting against her throat.
“Oh, my baby ...it is sooo good...”
He moaned. And the next moment he spurted into her mouth. To his surprise, she did not pull out. Instead, she swallowed it all. He felt ashamed to come and contaminate her cute mouth but she seemed to have no issue about it. She swallowed it all and even licked it clean from the tip to base.
“You came early again...ha.” She looked up, “Now what are you going to give me?” She slurred, highlighting her level of drunkenness.
Before he could think of a reply, she felled herself next to him.
“Finger me.”
She said and pulled up her long skirt. Every word that came off her mouth was a dare. He got up instantly and helped her take off her panty. She spread her legs before he made her, and he saw her pink lips soaked. His middle finger dove into it and he could feel the wetlands of her deepness. She moaned.
“Mmm... Nice.”
Her eyes were dizzy and her smile never ceased as if she was in another world.
Atul caressed her navel with his left hand while he stroked her inside with his right hand. His middle finger moved in and out of her. It sounded like plopping and he soon added another finger to stroke her. She was enjoying every moment of it. She clutched a pillow and moaned.
“It feels so good, baby...”
“You are so wet inside...”
Atul remarked. She looked at him now.
“You did it to me...” She blushed.
“I know...”
“Everyone was excited...”
She mumbled, “Aren’t you?”
Atul smiled, “You just saw me, honey. I was already leaking...”
Anvita chuckled, “And George too will be.”
A pang of shock passed through Atul’s stomach.
“How?”
“You know he was really turned on.”
“Really? How do you know that?”
“He was very hard... I felt it when we danced together.” She chuckled, “I felt it behind me when we danced...”
Atul’s mind went blank for a moment.
When I was dreaming about Leona, George was doing the same with my wife.
“He must have been embarrassed.”
Atul only managed to say.
“No, he wasn’t. He admitted it, later.”
“Later? When?”
“...when we came down. Just keep your finger moving baby. It feels so damn good...right there…”
She ran her fingers around his face, tenderly.
“Yeah sure...”
He rubbed his cheek on the milky skin of her leg and drove his fingers deeper.
“When I was checking out the cross trainer machine, he helped me and commented on it.”
“On what?”
“Like how I was driving him crazy this evening.”
Atul couldn’t believe his ears. He felt his dick turning limp, deprived of any thrills. His newly married wife was revealing how his friend, his dad’s friend had lusted for her, right behind him.
“How did he...”
“He said he was crazy about me...my back...”
“Your back... Did he do anything to you, honey?”
“No... he just ran his fingers from my neck to down...and grabbed my stomach...here...”
She touched both sides of her belly.
“And he said I have a great looking ass...”
Atul no more wanted to hear it from her. He wanted to run to George and beat him up. Bastard. He cringed.
“What did you say?”
Atul asked. That was all that mattered to him now.
“I thought he was just trying to be funny. I told him perhaps my husband would also be telling the same words to his wife.” Anvita laughed as if she was reliving the moment, “And I told him, you better run to her.”
How true! Atul swallowed.
 “Really? Did you really think I would do that?”
“No, I just wanted to scare him, darling.”
She reached his face and caressed around his chin, lovingly and apologetically. A sense of guilt passed through his mind.
“And he was clever... He said he was ready to make that deal...”
“What!”
“He was joking.”
“What did you say?”
“I said I would discuss that to you. And that sent him off. He said, no, don't tell Atul.”
Anvita laughed again.
“I will never approve that deal.”
Atul said firmly, even though she didn't ask. He felt a need to assure himself.
“Yeah, I know, but it was crazy and exciting when it was happening. I love you...I missed you a lot then.”
She pulled him up and they kissed. He had taken his finger off her. He felt her lips different, devoid of warmth, and then he remembered how they were choking his dick a few minutes ago. They kept their lips together, slowly breathing through their nose. Atul felt her arms around him loosening. He broke the kiss and saw her asleep.
He sat up and stared at her, in complete silence. Drunk, innocent, unsatisfied, unconscious; he could not decide what described her best at the moment. He lay on his back wondering what an evening it has been. He could not figure out whether he should ponder over their past or future. There was nothing wrong. There was nothing too right as well.
 
Atul lost track of time as he lay still, and then he felt something coming up his stomach. He ran to the washroom. He threw up a couple of times and his head was spinning freely. He washed his head, drank a lot of water and returned to bed. Anvita was sleeping peacefully. He pulled a soft blanket over her and switched off all the lights before getting ready to sleep.
Ten minutes later, just a moment before he could fall into his sleep, he heard a sound from the door. He opened his eyes and saw nothing in the darkness. Somebody was inside the room. Next moment a zero watt bulb was lit. He lay still and threw a glance at the door. George was standing there, watching the bed.
A shockwave passed through Atul’s spine even in his still spinning world.
What the hell is he doing here?
George walked toward the bed and stood in front of Atul. Atul knew he was definitely checking if he was asleep. A sense of uncertainty sent shivers down his spine as he tried hard to make out what George was up to. When George bent down to him to have a close look, Atul closed his eyes almost shut and lay as still as a dead body.
“Atul.” His voice was low. He made no mistake to respond. He was definitely seeing that he was asleep.  George walked around the bed to move toward Anvita.
“Anvita.”
Atul heard him.
Atul had opened his eyes half; he was sure George would not see them in the low red light.
And Atul knew George’s true intention very next moment. He was evil.
He grabbed the top edge of the blanket over Anvita and slowly pulled it down. Atul saw it. His friend had come for his Anvita. “He said he was crazy about me...my back...” Atul remembered. George was too crazy about her.
Atul shut his eyes hard and opened them afresh as if to gain strength. He knew he was about to jump on this man and assault him with all his might.
Only thing I would spare is his life.
 
And Atul rose from the bed like a beast from the darkness to unleash terror on its prey.
Spare his life, just.
But nothing happened. Atul could not move a muscle, and more importantly, he could not even make out whether it was his shock or tipsiness which triggered his paralysis.
 
 
 

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