Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 7

Atul

“Your George uncle is very funny”
Anvita had remarked to Atul right after George had a few words with her at their wedding.
Anvita had commented right after George had a few words with her at the wedding. He had involved himself scrupulously to collect from her the exact measurements of her body, of every peaks and depths of her curves so that he was later able to gift Anvita a wonderfully-knit lehenga choli and white blouse. Back in this late evening, he had been gifted with a golden opportunity to be around her, so close to her that even he would not have dreamt of. He had held his arms around her and had her soft body grinding into him as they danced together in front of their respective spouses’ eyes and approval. He had every reason to be horny for sure, and he not only rubbed his hardness against her ass but also explicitly expressed it to her. When Atul was busy defending Leona’s intimidating advances on the terrace for more than twenty minutes, George was having his lifetime’s opportunity with Anvita.
George had invited Anvita to try out the cross trainer machine. When she climbed on it, he touched her in the pretence of helping her. Being excited about the dance or just blindly drunk, she might not have found anything offensive in his generosity. He would have run his fingers from the back of her neck to down to between her hips. And he would have grabbed her around her hips. He would have run his fingers around her bare midriff. And he must have brought his senses closer to measure her curves in the bright light, to sniffle on her vibrant skin off the wide cut back of her blouse. As she moved on the trainer his hands must have accidentally moved down to have a feel of her ass which he had been complimenting since the evening. He must have drooled over it, dreaming of enjoying it. Enticed by all this, he would have even pledged himself to have the taste of the forbidden fruit, later. If it wasn't enough, the grapple Anvita had engaged him with on the terrace later, as she sat on top of him with her ass firmly slumped onto his chest, while his eyes perhaps fixed on her enticingly beautiful breasts. He would have dreamed of having her sitting on his dick and riding him into heaven.
Atul could figure it out all within a few seconds.
Yet I saw nothing. What a fool I have been.
 
George was standing in front of Anvita in the semi-dark room, deranging Atul with all these realizations. George had already pulled the blanket off Anvita. She lay sprawled out; completely unaware of what was happening around her.
George picked up a tiny piece of cloth from the bed. It was her panty. He shamelessly brought it to his face and sniffed. The sight of his wife’s used panty being deliriously used by another man suffocated Atul instantly. Atul wanted to rise up and yell at him so loud that not only his wife but also every sleeping soul in the entire apartment complex be awakened and learn about this man's spurious character. But he could not move a muscle. Perhaps he was unable to deign to respond like that to something like this. Or he simply did not have the guts to face the consequences of his friend’s collapse in front of his wife, his family, and everyone else. Or he was still relying on the fact that nothing dangerous had happened so far. Atul held his breath and kept watching with squint eyes pretending to be dead.
George’s hand was moving in a hurry and he pulled down the front side of his pants a little. His right hand wormed inside it and pulled it out. In the red light that his eyes had now become at ease, Atul saw George’s unusually big spherical stem that outgrown his grip and it choked Atul. Even the thought of this man dreaming to evade Anvita’s dignity with such a piece of dirt was unbearable to him.
George watched her face closely, studying her eyes and lips, and let his gaze drop greedily into her breasts and down to her bare belly to her thighs that was exposed due to the misplaced skirt. She had lifted her skirt when she and Atul were trying to have a go at it, and now someone else was feasting his eyes with her stunning beauty. George slowly began to stroke himself, completely absorbed in his own wild imaginations about this young wife. He was masturbating, looking at her. He was living his dream in the safest way he might have thought ever possible. He knew the young couple would be too drunk to be awake in these odd hours. His eyes soon settled into her navel and he moved a bit closer to her and stroked his stout member continuously. Atul was reposed in his bed to a standstill but his heart was breaking apart. He wished to close his eyes at the sight of this man disgracefully pleasured himself with his dick pointing at his wife's stomach. George was steady in his movements and Atul felt the sound of his shaking unbearable against the otherwise silent background. The noise soon became sloppy. He was getting soaked with his pre-dirt. Then he let out a snarl, beginning to shake his hand faster, and Atul saw a stream of thick discharge being splattered over his wife’s stomach. It wrecked his pride more than he had been anticipating in the back of his mind as he watched him spatter his white thick dirty drops of cum all over Anvita’s spotless belly. George breathed heavily in a very controlled manner and shook his dick a couple of times to gush out another load of cum on her bare skin. Atul prayed that may his wife not wake up into this horrendous sight of insolence. He did not want his innocent wife to be subjected even to the thought of having undergone this man’s disgusting hunger like this.
George had come to the end of his disgraceful act. He quickly hid his spear in his pants and wiped his cum off her belly carefully with her panty and dropped it beside her. He pulled the blanket over her up to the neck and left immediately.
Atul let out a sigh, trying to come to terms with the reality, though it had just happened in front of his own eyes. He had just learnt the power of lust. It would make one insane.
As he lay awake for long after that, trying to feel at ease, something was still creeping into his mind: a fear, that his life was going to be deformed in the least way he could imagine.
 
 
Everybody woke up late in the morning and Atul was the last one. He opened his eyes to witness a freshly bathed and unbelievably stunning view of Anvita. She smiled gorgeously at him.
“Wake up, darling! Don't you want to leave?”
 When he walked out of his shower, Atul noticed her studying him.
“Do you remember what you did last night?”
She smirked purposely.
“Do you remember what you did?”
He shot back at her.
“What did I do?”
He pulled her into an embrace and pinched at her lips.
“You had this perfect O around my thing.”
He quoted George and regretted it instantly as hatred began to creep inside him. Anvita appeared shocked, though.
“What rubbish are you talking?”
She pinched his cheeks.
“You boy had a wild dream for sure. You would never get me that dirty. Well, you have no idea what you did, have you?”
Atul could not understand her. He thought he was updated so far.
“What did I do, tell me clearly.”
“I don't remember what you did, but you have left enough proof.”
“What proof?”
“You had left something all over my belly...you had my navel smeared with your....”
She was laughing unstoppably and he stood like an idiot.
Not only had she forgotten that she had given him a wonderful blowjob out of her insane arousal but also she had come to the conclusion that he was horny like hell to masturbate while she slept. All thanks to that bloody George.
 
And George appeared to have absolutely no remorse as he greeted both Atul and Anvita. Atul wanted to disown his friendship but George’s jovial morning banter put Atul on a distant hope that the whole night might have been a nightmare. What if everything was a dream?
When he looked at Leona, he couldn’t find her as racy as she appeared until the previous night.
“Did you do as I said?”
Leona asked Atul at the first chance she got him alone. She remembered it. He forced a smile.
“How was your night?”
“Very bad. He was too drunk to do anything.”
“Same happened with me.”
He said. Leona threw a suspicious look at him. He had no issue.
Atul and Anvita left soon after breakfast.
 
Atul thought it would be over. However, that night he found him in bed with Anvita in a hopeless situation. Even when she snuggled into his warm embrace with a wet kiss, he found no movement in his armoury. A sight of a stout penis in its monstrous form flashed in his mind as he tried to gather his senses in one place. It was horrifying and it stayed that way, every night.
He kissed Anvita, hugged her, talked and played around her, but when they were in bed, he would always back off.
“Not today, baby.”
He used to say, making excuses.
Though she never said anything against it his mind had begun signalling the alarm.
 
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The vacation was over.
Atul and Anvita moved into his own apartment in the city. Anvita loved the new place and adapted with the new environment quite easily. The apartment was on the fourth floor of the six-storey building. Anvita enjoyed the view from the balconies – the main balcony was more spacious and she quickly drew out plans to grow some plants over there.
“It’s beautiful.”
She said.
They visited neighbours the next day and everyone was excited to see Anvita. Their compliments were unanimous.
“Your wife is so gorgeous, Atul.”
The guy next door, Rajat was apologetic for not turning up for the wedding. His wife Pooja was pregnant and there were some complications. The gynaecologist had advised bed rest for her during the initial few months.
“It’s alright, Rajat.” Atul replied, “How is Pooja doing now?”
“She’s doing okay now. I’ve sent her home. Her mom is looking after her. I too stay with them, mostly.”
He had a beautiful aquarium in his living room and it was a worry for him to feed the fish regularly. Anvita looked at Atul.
“We can help him, right? I can take care of it if you want; I have a lot of free time.”
Rajat was very happy to hear it.
They shifted the aquarium before the evening.
“Thanks, dude. Your wife is a good person. She’s wonderful. You know I was going to get rid of it.”
Rajat shook his hand and left. Atul took Anvita for a film and dinner outside. Anvita was very happy. She snuggled into him in their bed and thanked him for the lovely evening.
 
A day later Atul reported back at his office, Wallzec Systems. He would leave in the morning and come back in the evening, and Anvita used her spare time to set up a small garden in the balcony. Their married life was just beginning to take form.
 
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Ankita and Sahil were leaving for Canada. Anvita wanted to visit her sister.
“Ok. Let’s go this Saturday.” Atul suggested.
Anvita agreed.
Sahil and Ankita were happy to see them again.
 “Have you put on some weight?”
Ankita studied her sister. The sisters easily got into their silly banter.
Sahil was a straight man with a cold nature. He watched the national geographic channel and mostly read books related to technology though he used none.
“You don't play this?”
Atul noticed the giant music system that sat idle. Ankita looked at him.
“Sahil is Sahil! He isn’t very keen to check out its options. It was actually a gift from his cousin.”
“What a waste of entertainment, then!”
Atul remarked.
“It’s damn difficult to manage, Atul.” Sahil put forth his excuse. “I didn’t buy it, after all.”
 
By the evening Atul became bored and restless. He was done with Sahil’s magazines.
“What’s your plan to make this evening into?”
Atul turned to Ankita. She looked unsure.
“Uhh...we have our dinner coming in a couple of hours. Sahil has ordered it online.”
She tried very hard to sound it to be exciting. But there was nothing exciting about it.
“And before that? Do you have whisky? Wine? Vodka...what do you have?”
She looked puzzled.
“Sahil doesn't drink.”
“We do. Me and Anvita. And I hope you will join us.”
Atul said casually. He saw a spark in Ankita’s eyes. She walked inside and returned with a bottle of vodka.
“It’s also an old gift. But it will do, won't it?”
He was more than happy. He grabbed it and looked at Sahil.
“Sahil, you’ve been hiding a treasure here.”
Sahil wasn’t initially open to the idea of drinking, but Atul was persuasive.
“Man you have bored me enough with you technology articles. Now let me punish you.”
Ankita laughed at him until she saw me mixing vodka in four glasses.
“No. I won’t drink.”
She refused. Atul ignored her. Sahil suddenly looked excited like he was up for a challenge.
“Okay dear. We shouldn’t make this evening into a boring one. Let’s give our best for them.”
He suggested to his wife and picked up his glass.
“Ankita, I like your husband. He’s the perfect host I’d love to visit very often.”
They raised a toast to the family and began. Atul switched on the music system. It was impressive. Sahil closed the sliding door to the balcony to stop the excess sound going outside and annoying the neighbours.
“Do you drink very often, Atul?”
He turned to Atul. It was Anvita who replied.
“Hey, he’s not a regular like he pretends to be. I know that.”
Atul quickly ordered some kababs and drumsticks. It arrived in half an hour. As Atul began to pay the delivery man, Ankita snatched his purse from him.
“You can't pay! You are the guest.”
And she walked to her room to take Sahil’s purse.
“No,” Atul followed her, “Let me pay it, Ankita. It was my order.”
“Let him pay that, Ankita, silly!”
Anvita voiced from the hall. Sahil took side with Ankita.
“Don't let him pay, Ankita. Atul, come and sit here, man. You are our guest.”
“You guys can pay for the food. I ordered the snacks; listen to me, Ankita!”
Atul followed Ankita to her room and tried to snatch his purse back. She held it away from him, laughing. He grabbed her other hand and pulled her closer to reach up to the purse. She laughed again and tried to fool him moving her hand up and down, failing his attempts. As the duel progressed, she leaned backwards and lost balance and they both fell on the bed. And Atul lay exactly on top of her.
“Ouch!”
Atul knew they had an awkward drunk moment as he was grinding her breasts under his chest, but he quickly decided to overlook it and turned his attention to the purse once again.
“Now you’ll have to give it to me.”
Atul smirked and tried to grab it. Ankita still managed to save it pushing it under the pillows.
“No.”
She challenged. He looked at her and he was beginning to feel pleased with his position on top of her even though he knew it was wrong.
“You know you are in a dangerous position, don't you, my sis-in-law?”
She seemed very excited at the fight; with her eyes and mouth wide open, he could see the back of her throat. Her tongue was wet with saliva and Atul could not stop him from the cheap thrill of having a quick look.
“I am your sis-in-law; I know I don’t have to be afraid of you.”
Ankita said.
“Okay, then. I’m not getting up unless you give up.”
He remained on top of her and tried to put more pressure on her chest, though he did not pin her too much. He certainly did not want to injure her; it was just a fun game. She still did not lose her ground.
“Atul, I am married for five years. Lying under a man isn’t a new thing to me. Don’t try to beat me in my own game.”
She said nonchalantly.
“Oh my God! What a punch dialogue.” Atul laughed and got up. “I give up.” He said.
“You beat me hands down, senior.”
He rose to his feet and pulled her up. She smirked and reached the drawer. She got the cash and paid it to the delivery man. Atul saw the delivery man leering at her as she counted the cash. He stopped when he saw Atul watching him. As soon as the delivery man was gone, Atul’s eyes fell on her T-shirt. Its neckline was messed up and her pink bra strap was visible.
 “Hey...it’s...”
Atul gestured to it. “Cover it. That guy was having fun looking at it.”
She took notice but made no attempt to hide it.
“You did it. What a shame!”
She began to walk back and he quickly grabbed her hand.
“Wait!”
He pulled her shirt and pushed the strap under it. She said nothing and allowed him, watching him with her dizzy eyes and smiled at him. She was cute, just like her sister.
Anvita and Sahil had already started enjoying the kababs.
“Oh shit, these people are about to finish it.”
Ankita raised her voice and snatched the whole pack of drumsticks.
“Come on Atul. Let’s have all of this.”
“No problem. Kababs are tastier.”
Anvita grinned.
Atul grabbed his and Ankita’s drinks and sat with Ankita. She took a sip from one and made a face. “It’s sour, it’s not mine.”
Atul quickly sipped her glass and winked at her.
“But it’s sweet for sure.”
“Idiot!”
“What did you call me?”
“Idiot. Loser. You lost the fight and lost the kabab too. Now you’re stealing my drink.”
Well, there were enough snacks. In fact, Sahil had more than he could take and he decided to quit dinner when it arrived.
“That’s my husband.” Ankita sat with him and caressed his chin.
“He is sleepy.”
“I am drunk, guys. I can't stay up anymore.”
“Come on; let’s wrap it up, then. Let’s do dinner.”
Atul suggested. Sahil though went to bed immediately.
Anvita snuggled with Atul in the couch.
“Wanna dance?” He asked.
“Get me drunk first.” She said. He gave her his drink. Watching her drinking it, a dirty plan was born in his mind. He remembered the night at George’s house. Anvita was so drunk and horny. He wanted to get her high as that. He got her glass filled again. Ankita was giving them company and he watched the sisters getting drunk. Atul’s eyes remained at Anvita and he was getting hard in his pants at the thought of having her warm lips around his dick.
Atul got up and danced with Anvita. Ankita sat back and enjoyed the show. He forgot about her and kissed his wife like nobody’s watching. Anvita swirled around me and let me grab her ass at will. At the end of the song, he noticed Ankita on the couch.
“You’re still here?”
“You noticed when all’s done, right?”
“All’s not done.” he looked at Anvita. “A lot is left to be done.”
They had dinner soon.
“You know I really had believed Anvita will marry Varun.”
Ankita commented later. “Varun was so crazy about her.”
Varun was his friend Vrinda’s brother. Atul was aware of their friendship from the first day. And he used to laugh at a possible love angle.
 “Seriously? I don't think so. He wasn’t as serious as me.”
“No, he was. But he got a little late in the race, I guess.”
“He started late, so he ended up a loser.”
Atul said. “Varun had met me after I proposed her. I told him, look, I proposed to Anvita and she said yes, isn’t it simple enough to understand? And he understood. That’s why he remains a friend to her, yet.”
“He wasn’t seen at your wedding, right?”
“We had invited him. But he didn't show up.”
“He came next day, Atul.”
Anvita said.
“When?”
“I told you. My friends, on the next day, remember?”
He remembered.
“That was him?”
“Yeah, that was him. “
“What did he say?”
“He is not a weeping boy. He was very friendly. He actually introduced me to his friend as the one who ditched him.”
Anvita said and Atul laughed.
“Show us a room to sleep, sis-in-law.”
Atul poked at Ankita as they finished.
“If you are going to sleep, you can take the couch over there.”
She pointed to the hall and smirked.
He looked at Anvita.
“Are you okay with that?”
“I am ready for anywhere.”
She said.
“But I am not going to sleep, sis-in-law.”
He put his arm around Anvita. She leaned against him and they began kissing right there. Ankita pushed them both away.
“You shameless creatures, horny couple, are you always on? Go, get into that room.”
She pushed us into the room and closed the door.
“Good night,” Atul said and hurried Anvita to the bed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her madly. She pushed her tongue in his mouth. He quickly learnt how horny she had been. He got undressed and brought her hand to his dick. He could feel his thickness growing with her soft fingers around it and he felt good.
It is coming back.
He pressed his mouth into her bare chest and sucked on the erect nipples one by one. She tucked her thumb inside her skirt and slid it down. He saw her clean shaven triangle of love and she spread it invitingly and then hid it under her palms.
“Stop staring, Atul...”
Atul was not ready to get on top of her yet, as he was more interested in having her lips around his dick. She grabbed his hair and pulled him to her breasts and even downward. He kissed her belly button and licked around it. Suddenly an image flashed in his mind: thick white streams of dirt from George’s monstrous dick spurting all over it; smearing the whole belly, filling up the navel. And he was licking it.
Yuck! He looked away and lay next to her.
“What happened?”
Anvita turned to him. He sensed the disappointment in her voice.
“Nothing...”
He had no idea how to deal with the moment.
“I feel tired...” He mumbled.
Anvita smiled and kissed him again. He felt good and bad at the same time. He felt pity for her. His dick was becoming limp. But Atul did not want to disappoint her further. He reached down to her centre and rubbed at her pink lips. She was wet. He pushed his finger in and she moaned slightly. The deeper he went the soaking his finger became. Soon he was moving his finger in and out of her. She was enjoying it. He used his index and middle finger and she let out a small cry. But she was inviting him. He knelt in between her and began to stroke faster. And soon she was moaning like heaven. Aloud and unstoppable. It was unbelievable to see her writhe under his finger assault.
“Oh my God! ....aaah..baby... aaah... Atul...his baby...aaah... aaah...”
And she let out a scream at the end, like a cry. Atul saw her spurting from her slit.
“Ahh....ahhh...ah...”
She grabbed a pillow and pressed it to her face to suppress her cry. He kept moving and soon she hit another orgasm.
“Stop...stop it...aaah....you’re killing me Atul...please...”
She cried. Atul’s hand was soaked in her juices. The bed sheet was a mess. But she was completely perfect. He felt glad that he took his woman to an orgasm finally. He lay next to her and kissed her tightly.
“I love you, baby.”
She whispered, trying to control her heavy breathing.
Though they were the last words he remembered of that night, an image was resurfaced from the past; that of a monstrous dick in the hand of a horny man. It was big, stout and spitting venom. He felt threatened by it.
 
 
 
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