Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Nice work. Try to keep it this way all the time."

He leaned back on his couch again.

"So whenever I come from office, you should offer me beer."

"OK." She replied still standing with her pussy in view.

"And you should offer to suck my dick."

She nodded. He will never get tired of me sucking his cock.

"Offer it then."

She stared at him and then understood.

"Do you want me to suck your dick?"

"Yes, my love." He said pointing at his crotch.

She bent down and started undoing his pants. She slid it down along with his boxers and a semi-hard cock jumped at her. She wrapped her head around it and started licking it. Dinesh sat back with a beer in hand and wet lips around his cock. This was the bliss every man dreamt off. Not to mention he could do this every day for the rest of his life.

Meeta worked his cock. It tasted more salty than usual. She was beginning to feel other subtleties like his movements etc. Her mind wandered into what she was going to do when she came. Swallowing topic was a hard one for her. She still could not get to grip with that. She was reminded of the cruel spanking she received when she refused to lick him clean. She also thought that Dinesh did that because he was drunk but was not certain. She looked up at Dinesh and he had closed his eyes and was lying back on his head. From her previous experiences she realized that he was enjoying it very much and was also close to oragam.

Then he came all of a sudden. Meeta immediately removed his cock but continued pumping him with her hands. Warm cum sprayed a bit on to her face and shoulders. Dinesh moaned in pleasure.

"Great work. That feels good." He whispered.

Meeta took that as a sign that she could get up and she went to the bathroom to get cleaned. When she got back, Dinesh had dressed and was sipping his beer. She went to pick her clothes up.

"Put them in the bed room and lose the bra. You look good this way."

Meeta obediently did as told. She came back and the TV was on. She sat next to him. He put a arm around her shoulder and kissed her.

"Looks like you cooked a lot. I sneaked a taste and it was delicious. Did you do anything besides cooking?"

"No."

"You will get used to it. You need to find yourself a hobby and some stuff to do."

"Yes, I will."

"Let's go to the gym." Dinesh got up. Meeta was not sure.

"I have one more task for you. Get up. If you want wear some clothes as well."

Meeta took up that offer and went inside. Dinesh was already there and had changed into some shorts. She did the same and wore a t-shirt. She did not want to workout but she knew Dinesh would insist. They went to the gym room after that.

"Get on this treadmill. Let's see if you can run a mile." Meeta hopped on it and Dinesh started it. It began to move and Meeta picked up the pace. About 2 minutes into it she started panting. This was too much for her.

"Can I stop?"

"No. A little more. We need to get you fit." He punctuated that with a crisp slap to her butt.

Meeta quickened at this but she was getting tired. This lasted for another 2 minutes. She was sweating profusely now. It was more tiring than sex.

Dinesh decided to have mercy and stopped it. She got up and grabbed the water bottle. She took deep breaths and looked like she had run a marathon.

"So here's the deal. You have one full month. You need to get yourself fit enough to run 1 full mile in 10 minutes. Got it?"

"I will try."

"Try hard or there will be consequences." Dinesh laughed. There was a hint of threat in his voice. Meeta smiled but her thoughts raced in a different direction. She was increasingly becoming aware of Dinesh's dual nature. She was not sure if he was just mean or being strict with her. She thought time would tell.