Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 12

Atul

Isha, the only daughter of Chandrakant who lived on the fifth floor of the apartment complex was getting married in a week. Anvita had gone to meet Isha when Rajat visited Atul.
Atul was glad that Anvita wasn’t there.
“Did you tell him?”
Rajat was eager to know if his advice to Atul’s ‘friend’ on his premature ejaculation problem worked or not.
“Yes, I told him; and he was really surprised. But when I gave him the points you said, he was like, I mean, I think he’s going to try it.”
Atul chose his words carefully.
“It’s been many weeks, man. He must have had some results. You should ask him.”
“Yeah,” Atul nodded, “I wasn’t seeing him regularly lately.”
“Call him, then.”
Atul was stuck now.
“No, come on. Relax. We don't poke that much.”
“We’re not poking, we’re helping. You know, when he begins to fuck his wife like a real man, he’ll chase you to thank you. You know that?”
Rajat was very confident about his stupid idea, Atul felt.
“Then we’ll automatically know, won’t we?”
“But we haven’t. That means it’s not working. He must be doing it wrong. We should help.”
Atul really had no idea how to get rid of this gentleman.
 
Luckily Anvita returned and Rajat changed his topic. He smiled at her and she smiled back pleasantly. Atul was surprised a little for there was no hostility in her behaviour which was visible when the topic of Rajat came up last time between them. She had avoided even looking at him when he had visited them last time. Now, she not only looked at him but also maintained good eye contact with him as he spoke to her. She spoke casually, asking about Pooja’s health updates. She also asked him if he was actively cleaning his house or not.
Even more surprising was Rajat’s response. He never looked below her face this time; he was a perfect gentleman. And he managed to leave a good impression on her. She made coffee for all and sat with them. Atul anticipated him to seal the opportunity to talk more but he finished his coffee in a hurry and left.
“I think he was cool this time. He didn't stare at all, did he?” Atul asked Anvita pleasantly.
She picked up the empty cups and walked to the kitchen.
He wondered if she was disappointed at Rajat’s apparent lack of interest in her.
 
 
Isha’s wedding was going to be an exciting event. The wedding hall was a couple of kilometres away. Many families from the neighbourhoods showed up on the eve of the wedding. Atul noticed how Neeti came forward and embraced Anvita like a close friend. They had become close friends, Atul observed.
He smiled at Neeti.
“Where is Mohit?”
“He’ll be here soon. He’s on the way.”
She said.
 
Later, Atul asked Anvita about their friendship.
“Yeah, I have a special interest in her.”
Anvita admitted, “You know, this is a big secret, between you and me; tonight they are going to do it.”
“Who?”
“Stupid! She and Rajat.”
“What? No.”
“Yes. She’s going to sneak into his flat.”
“She can't. Mohit is coming, she told me.”
“She’s lying. He’s not coming.”
“How do you know?”
“Just wait and watch, boy!”
She sounded excited. She was good at extracting information. Atul could now understand why she had a special interest in Neeti.
“Well,” Atul moved closer to her. “Even if they sneaked in there, what do you think they will do in there?”
Anvita turned to him and smirked.
“Do you have no idea?”
“I am asking what you think. Tell me.”
He grabbed her hand and played with it. Anvita watched his eyes for a moment. She bit her lower lips softly, without spoiling her lipstick.
“Okay, I can tell you that.”
She leaned on him to whisper at his ear, “I think they are going to play cards all night.”
She was laughing. She was lovely.
 
Atul was passively watching for Rajat since then. And the last time he saw him was when they were having food. Half an hour later Anvita came back to him.
“Let’s go home.”
“Isn’t it too early?”
“Rajat has left. Neeti is about to leave. Let’s go and find what they are up to.”
“Leave them alone. I will get the details from him tomorrow.”
“Come on, it’s fun.”
She insisted and Atul didn’t want to disappoint her.
 
When they reached the complex Anvita rushed him to their apartment. Once inside, she turned into a true spy.
“Don't switch on the lights. He’s already in his flat. She’ll be coming very soon.”
She peeped through the peephole of the front door.
Atul felt slightly bad. His neighbour’s wife was about to have sex with another man. And he was just waiting for it. Shouldn’t I be informing Mohit about it? His wife was about to cheat on him. When he would reach home tomorrow, he would have no idea that his wife was taken by another man!
It was so sad. Atul felt for Mohit. But Anvita had no such thoughts, apparently. Atul wondered how she’s dealing with her morals.
As if stuck with an impasse, Atul kept himself settled down on the couch in the under-lit living room. Even though the lights weren’t switched on, the small LED light in the aquarium gave him the back view of Anvita. She looked stunning in the maroon saree which she had worn for the wedding. Her round shaped back was so sexy, and the low cut blouse exposed the right amount of the white creamy skin of her backside. Atul saw the tight blouse holding up her breasts when she turned to her left.
Neeti was also wearing a saree that evening and was looking fabulous. Atul remembered. And Rajat is going to have her.
Anvita gestured at him. “She’s here,” She whispered.
Atul got up and she allowed him to peep through the hole. He could only catch a glimpse of Neeti’s back as she walked inside the door opposite which closed immediately. Anvita pushed him aside and had a quick peep again.
“She’s gone inside, did you see?”
He could gauge the level of excitement the proceedings so far had brought about in her, from her voice. He could see her eyes glowing even in the darkness. She looked adorable with all the excitement. He wanted to kiss her right away. The moment he put his arms around her, he felt her warm lips on him. She sucked his lips and darted her tongue into his mouth. Their breathing fused into one. She was as horny as him. A moment later, they were making out madly in the couch. She had dropped the saree off her shoulder and he leaned to kiss over her blouse. He had no patience to unhook her blouse and he rubbed his lips all over the clothes feeling the softness, inhaling her sensuousness. She pulled up his shirt and ran her fingers around his torso. And before he knew, she was unbuckling his belt. He looked up to kiss her again and she welcomed him with a smooch that was drenched in her saliva. She went on to work on his pants and reached inside his brief. He let out a moan as he felt her fingers around his stiff pole. With just one touch he felt he would fall over her.
“Feeling good, boy?”
She looked into his eyes and whispered.
“Yes. Yes. It feels so good honey.”
She bobbed her hand on it and he felt goosebumps. He was being taken to the edge. He pushed her down and knelt on the couch. He hurriedly pulled up her saree along with underskirt, folding them to her waist until he found her panty. He lifted her legs up in the air so as to strip her of it and tossed it aside. She pulled his pants down to his knees and pushed him back.
“Allow me,” She said and grabbed his pole again. Memories of her giving him a blowjob at George’s house flashed in his mind and his dick throbbed under her warm grip. But she certainly had other plans. Grabbing her crimped saree around her waist she climbed on top of him. She sat on his lap with her legs astride him and leaned forward to face his eyes, and she fondled around his pole with her right hand.
“You've grown too big, boy.”
She gushed and swiftly guided it into her centre. He lay there as if helpless and he sensed him diving smoothly into her. She was dripping. It was quick and it was a surprise for Atul. He couldn’t hide his excitement.
“You are all wet too, baby.”
“Mmm, you like it, honey?”
She lowered her face and kissed him harder. And then she pulled herself up, freeing him for a second and dropped down back. He let out a moan like a boy. And she cupped his face and as if to completely overpower him and pressed him down to the couch.
“You feel so good in there, baby.”
Her voice was hoarse. He could say nothing. He was just trying to trace his own existence in the game as she slowly began to ride him. She sat up and expertly moved her hip back and forth without moving her upper body much. And he felt his dick dancing in and out of her slippery hole smoothly. Slowly though she had begun, faster was she riding him soon, throwing her ass up and down, and consumed was she by the lust. She breathed heavily and rubbed her lips all over his face. Altogether it was too much to handle for him, and he let out a groan and grabbed her hands.
“Oh...huh!”
Right then he exploded inside her. He held nothing back and let it flow and kept spurting his hot cum. She was still moving in a hurry. He wanted her to sit tight and let him fill her peacefully. He held her to stop her.
“Baby...”
He panted and pulled by her shoulder down to him. She fell top of him and kissed him, almost choking him. She was panting. He sucked her lips and tongue until he felt her saliva flowing into his mouth. It was sweet.
“I love you, baby.”
He whispered blissfully.
“Mmm...”
She smiled and pushed her tongue again into his mouth. He sucked it madly and hugged her tight.
“Did I last longer?”
He asked when he found them both breathing normally.
“Much longer.”
She commented and he felt good. Finally, it’s coming. He thought.
 
Atul knew it wasn’t enough to satisfy her completely, but there was nothing he could do. He was exhausted. The memory of her sister’s inviting eyes flashed in his mind. He wondered if he would have satisfied Ankita if he had gone to bed with her. Maybe I would; because Ankita is just a human being who doesn’t have what Anvita possessed in her. She can't make me exhausted as Anvi does. Anvita is a goddess. She could take everything off him in one shot. And it would take the hell lot of vigour to satisfy her.
Atul felt proud of owning her.
I am learning. One day I will give her enough pleasure and make her cry into the bliss of an orgasm.
 
Anvita lay at his side in the couch and snuggled into him.
“Let’s sleep here like this.”
She cooed. She was so lovely.
He felt tired and slipped into sleep quite easily.
 
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Monday he had a busy day at the office. Shreyas called him into his cabin and handed him yet another order enquiry. His table was already heavy.
“Let me finish the three reports I already have, Shreyas.”
“I know what you are doing, Atul. You have two days for this one.”
“I need at least four days, else...”
“You don't have. You better get that in your mind.”
“Shreyas, how...”
“You look like you’re the smartest guy in the entire office when we party. I hope you maintain some interest in here too. Finish it in time and meet me with a positive response next time.”
Atul immediately had an apprehension that he’s holding grudge against him since the previous party. He hadn’t been a smiling face with him since then. He knew it was awkward. Shreyas was not the one to forget it. But Atul knew he had the reason to be unfriendly. That’s the most he could do. Atul felt for him.
He went through the order enquiry. A lot of demands were to be met and he needed to consult the operational wing in order to answer all the queries. Despite working at a hectic pace, he could only do half of the needful. It was half-past ten when he decided to call it a day.
It was very late than usual yet he had a companion while he boarded the bus. It was Mohit, coming back home after the out-of-town trip. Seeing his face Atul remembered Neeti entering Rajat’s flat. Mohit greeted him and sat next to him. They shook hands briefly.
“I missed our neighbour’s marriage.”
Mohit remarked later.
Atul looked away and smiled grimly at the irony.
You have no idea what you have missed, my friend.
Atul felt bad for he couldn’t tell him a word about it. If he did, it would ruin two families. If he knew his wife had betrayed him and had stayed in his neighbour’s bed for a whole night, what would he do? He might run to his wife to confront her, to beat her up, and perhaps even to kill her in a rage. He might even jump on Rajat and drag him through the stairs, or push him off his balcony. Or, Mohit might spare them both but him from the agony, by jumping off his sixth-floor apartment.
No.
Atul wasn’t going to say a word about anything. The truth wouldn’t escape his mouth no matter how much he sympathised with this man. Atul was making a promise. He found himself too tired to even think about it anymore.
 
At home, however, the situation was exactly opposite for Atul. Anvita was thrilled to see him. The moment he was in the bed, she jumped on him and embraced him.
“You know what happened yesterday?”
He couldn’t get what she was talking about, at first.
“What?”
“Last night, in our neighbourhood, did you forget it all so quickly?”
“What do you know?”
“I had met her. She told me everything, you know, everything!”
She said in an excited voice. A pang of guilt crossed Atul’s mind. At the deepest corner of his subconscious mind, he felt he was the one - perhaps the only one - who could have stopped it.
“So he fucked her, didn't he?”
He asked with a hope that she would sense his despair.
“She said it was great.”
“Oh.”
It was great. He remembered Mohit’s face.
He had looked tired after the long journey. He hadn’t had enough sleep for a couple of days; nevertheless, he went on to work late at night so that he got home a day earlier and got a day off. And while he was working tirelessly so, his wife was fucking hard, perhaps tirelessly too. How sad.
“When I asked her, Neeti didn't admit it at first. But when I told her I have seen her through the peephole she confessed.”
Anvita was saying.
“She made me promise not to tell anyone, including you.”
She chuckled. “So I am not telling you.”
“You have already told me.”
“I mean the details.”
“What details?”
“You have no idea what he did to her.”
“Then tell me.”
“No, I can't tell you. I promised her.”
Good for you. He thought. At least you are faithful in your life.
Anvita’s hand was playing on his chest. Then he found it trying to intrude his pants. He was hard and it embarrassed him. He wanted his body to behave as sympathetically as his mind did. Instead, it was led by his subconscious mind which was getting aroused at the fact of his neighbour’s unfaithfulness. He wasn’t a saint as he carried himself, he learnt. He pushed Anvita back and put one leg around her, locking her by it. His hands crawled inside her top and mauled her breasts. She faced him and kissed him. He ran his hand down and stuck inside her elastic waistline and then inside her panty. She was expectedly wet, and he let a finger dive into it. He kept pushing and pushing and she hissed and breathed into his ears. 
He spent no time wasting. He extended his hands down and thrust one finger into the wet hole. She was taken aback at the sudden assault. Before she knew, his two fingers were exploring her inside. She hissed a couple of times and succumbed to the pleasure he was providing. She began to moan and breathe noisily.
“Atul...huh!”
Her moans echoed in him. Eventually, he mounted her and pushed himself into her. He was leaking profusely and it was a smooth ride. He kissed her hard enough to choke her and fucked faster. In no time, he exploded inside her and fell at her side. They both panted heavily.
“It was soo good, honey. “
She hugged him tight and kissed him.
 
Next morning when he was sipping his hot morning coffee the doorbell rang. He opened the door and it was Neeti.
She smiled at him.
“Hi, Atul!”
Neeti had come for Anvita.
“Come in.”
He said. As she walked inside he watched her back. Her tight churidar carved her body shape into perfect. She was chubby yet sexy. Her soft lips and plump figure, and shoulder-length hair, altogether made her a hot woman. Rajat had it all for himself. In his bed, he had spread those wonderful thighs in front of him while he must have penetrated her married pussy deepest than her poor husband ever did.
And Atul was amazed to see her pretence as if nothing had happened. She appeared as dignified as Anvita. There was no way her husband would ever find out what she did; of course, unless there is an enmity between her and Anvita.
When Neeti walked out of the kitchen after five minutes, he couldn’t spare her without checking her out. Within seconds he realised he was carrying a boner.
“How’s Mohan doing? Taking rest after the long trip I guess?”
He asked.
“He is okay. He would have gone for work today too, but I stopped him. Not only his boss but I also need him, right? Today he’s mine.”
She joked and left.
And the night before yesterday you were needed by someone else. Atul laughed at the real joke.
“What was she here for?”
He asked Anvita.
“She had mentioned about a part-time job offer. She wanted to give me the details.”
“She has your phone number, doesn’t she?”
“And also she wanted to know if I told you anything. I said no. She begged me not to tell you.”
“No, I will tell her that I know it all.”
He said casually. Anvita turned her face to side as if to hear him clearly, “Then?”
“Then I will blackmail her...”
“Then I will kill you.”
He laughed and ran his arms around her. She turned to face him and kissed him. He caressed around her ass and she quickly reached down at his groin.
“You’re hard.”
He was hard watching Neeti.
“I can't help when you kiss...”
He said and grabbed her ass with his both hands. He mauled her both cheeks and soon they were making out there, in the kitchen. He pulled her up and sat her on the breakfast table. He pulled up her skirt and rubbed along her thighs. She helped him take off her panty and he was very soon entering her. She wasn’t really ready for it.
“Aaah...Aaah...”
She cried shortly as he pushed inside her. Then she hugged him tight until he adjusted well inside her. Once he was fully in, he began to move.
“Good, baby?”
“Mmm…good. I love you...”
She smiled. The pain had vanished. It was time to pleasure. He kept going deep and gained momentum until she leaned back and pushed her pelvis against him. She was enjoying now. He pounded with intend and exploded.
 
That day he was late at the office. Shreyas was waiting for him.
“Where is the report to KLS?”
“It’s almost ready...”
“You’re making me frustrated, Atul...”
Now he knew how he was frustrating him.
“Give me the Able Group report. By 5 pm.”
He ordered with a deadline.
“There was a lot of work to be done on KLS and Able. Which one’s your priority?”
“Both; and it’s your priority, Atul.”
Obviously, it was Atul’s priority. Shreyas wasn’t his direct in-charge, and that put the ball in Atul’s court.
Shreyas met him four times more and Atul could finish Able Group’s report on Wednesday only. He did KLS on Thursday and missed the deadline for CRS on Friday.
“I want the report today, Atul. I’ll wait for your email.”
Shreyas said and left.
At eight he got Anvita’s call.
“Where are you Atul?”
“Oh shit!”
He said.
“It’s eight!”
Vrinda’s engagement was on the next day. He had completely forgotten about it. He couldn’t really believe it.
“I am really sorry honey. I got work and my future depends on this assignment.”
Anvita was angry. She cried.
Atul felt sad.
“Okay, let’s do something. You go. I’ll speak to Vrinda. And tomorrow morning we’ll show up earlier than everyone. Tonight, you go alone.”
He had no other way out and Anvita agreed.
“Come safe, Anvi.”
“Can't you join me there?”
“No, I can't give you a false promise. It’s okay. Hire a cab for you.”
He said.
When he returned home at eleven thirty that night, Anvita wasn’t there.
 
 
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