Adultery No One Dies a Saint (Completed)

[krish_999]

Chapter 52

Atul

 

An inspection team of two board members visited Wallzec on Monday. They carried a message to Shreyas and it was nothing good.

The new deal with GLS had opened door to more business for the company. Its brain heads were not going to mess it up. Before the end of the day Atul came face to face with Shreyas twice, but the latter did not utter a single word to him.
 
Atul was having a drink with Rajat in a bar later that evening when Anvita phoned him and told him about Ankita's visa issue. Ankita was coming for a small vacation.
“She’ll stay over the weekend with us. We’ll accompany her on Saturday; let’s spend a couple of days with my parents, okay?”
“Okay.”
Atul agreed.
And it meant one more thing; the dinner with Rajat was not going to happen that week too.
“So we’ll have to cancel our weekend programs, right?”
He asked her.
Rajat's facial expression told him how disappointed he was when he heard the news, but he quickly changed his reaction.
“That’s great. These types of family gatherings are a must, man. Nothing is bigger than the family. Think, how happy Anvita will be to meet her sister and parents. We can move our dinner to next weekend.”
He opined.
 
The inspection at Wallzec lasted two days. Tuesday the team met Atul personally and appreciated him for his good work.
“You did commendable work, young man. We’ve come to know your struggle; there have been attempts to manipulate you,” Mr Anil, the senior among the members, said. “Did you ever felt you were risking too much for this?”
“The risk was actually there. But I had faith. I was not only doing the right thing but also doing it the right way.”
“The fear of losing can make good men give up.”
“Well, it didn’t make me. I’ve always believed I can handle him.”
Mr Anil nodded and shook his hand.
 
Atul phoned Maniesh and thanked him for his support.
“You are a remarkable person, Maniesh. You know how to handle things. I now understand why we had to meet.”
“Did I surprise you?”
“Not much, I know you now. But that was fast. He knew that something’s coming but he couldn’t even blink. What are you gonna do with him?”
“He’ll get his due.”
Maniesh said.
 
The following day Atul worked half-day and left early. Anvita was already home when he arrived. She was getting ready for the reception and she looked stunning in a high low dress. Atul could not look away. Anvita turned to look at him.
“What?”
He moved behind her.
“I know it’s cliché but I don’t mind telling you this again and again that you look so gorgeous. I want to…”
He had her in his arms but she stopped just before he could kiss her.
“No! Don't spoil my face.”
“I won’t, I promise you. It will be a very quick one.”
“I don’t believe you; leave me.”
“What, why?”
She pushed his hands away and then managed to move away.
“You have no control.”
She argued. Atul mocked a sad face.
“This is what I get, despite being the husband. People at the function are going to envy me today; thank God they have no idea what I am going through.”
Anvita laughed.
“Hahaha. They have no idea what you are going to have tonight. Don’t worry.”
 
It was a short banter that they had before heading to the function.
 
The wedding reception was surprisingly simple. Most of the guests were from the family. Others were mostly Parthiv's friends with whom Atul hit it off very quickly.
 
It was already raining when they returned.
“The event was really simple, wasn’t it?”
Atul asked Anvita.
“Yeah, maybe it’s because of rain. They had a lot of problems during the wedding.”
She opined.
 
Atul was tired and he went to bed early. By the time Anvita made it to bed, he had slept. He had a faint memory of her hand around him. She was telling him a story. He smiled and then felt her lips on him. She was kissing him. He wanted to turn to her and kiss her back. But his body didn’t move. He sank back into sleep.
 
The rain had turned heavier and lightning exploded outside the window. Atul woke up feeling thirsty. The sound of heavy pouring made him wonder how one can be thirsty while listening to it. He turned to glance at Anvita and his eyes stuck at something unusual right away. At first, he thought he was dreaming it, but he knew he wasn’t. There were some covert movements under her blanket. It took him just a fraction of a second to grasp what was happening. His mind became alert and amused alike as he, for the first time ever in his life, was witnessing a woman –that too his wife – pleasuring herself.
Initially, all he could notice was the slightest movement visible outside the blanket; the very dim light coming from a fancy timepiece on the showcase at the side of the room was the only source of light. Then he paid more attention – by bringing his breathing to a stop – and he heard her breathing.
Her breathing was as stealthy as it could get, but Atul could still make out how deep she was engrossed in the act of pleasure. She was enjoying it. She was stroking with her hand, plunging her finger into her pussy and she was certainly enjoying it. For one moment he thought she was doing it in her sleep. Her breathing was slow but earnest, and her movements were peaking along with her breathing, but suddenly it all stopped.
Next moment she moved her blanket and Atul pretended dead, if not slept.
The show had come to an end.
The world had come to a still, Atul felt, except for his eyes that he kept rotating all around. He was pondering over who ought to be more embarrassed if they both knew what the other was doing. One was masturbating while the other was watching it secretly. He felt he would be more embarrassed because he was helplessly hard.
Anvita turned to her right and lay in absolute calmness. Atul was doubtful if she got a hint of him watching her. She would hate it, he knew, because when it comes to sex, she was a bit reserved and her inhibitions would make her hate it.
For a moment he regretted unknowingly spoiling her fun and then he was amused at the irony of it.
Getting caught while watching someone masturbating was almost as embarrassing as getting caught doing it, he thought.
A few moments later, her breathing assumed a familiar rhythm, and Atul was sure she had fallen asleep now. The initial amusement had sunk down by now, and Atul remembered the evening banter. They have no idea what you are going to have. He remembered the then look on her face. He remembered her eyes now. He felt guilty now.
He was solely responsible for this. It was his mistake. It was his forgetfulness that made her fight her loneliness by tending herself while lying in bed with her husband.
It was the first time he witnessed something like this from her. And it made him realise one thing: she’s as womanly as anyone whom he had ever known. She too has cravings that need to be satisfied. She too can have dreams.
And he was also disturbed by the thought that it could be sexual frustration that led her into this. He was definitely aware he was not doing enough. But he still hoped she wouldn’t be thinking so because she had never been vocal about that, apart from a remark during the early days of the marriage. It was a long time ago.
To his comfort, Atul remembered Leona’s words about having a fantasy. “What’s wrong in having a little fun?” Atul wondered who could be Anvita fantasising about.
Who did incite lust in her? Someone from the evening function? Someone she saw while returning from work? Someone in her office? Or a celebrity? Me?
Atul was sure he’ll never find out.
 
Friday evening Ankita arrived from Canada.
Atul's thoughts were mostly dominated by various issues from work until that evening. However, the moment he saw her emerging from the arrival gate, he had to let go of his office stuff. Ankita was wearing a loose T-shirt and faded jeans and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. When she smiled at Atul and Anvita her cheeks bulged slightly more than what he remembered. She had gained weight. It was not only her cheeks but all her body. Atul had a tough time not to take notice of what difference she visibly had in the size of her breasts. When the sisters hugged tightly Atul couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of their soft melons grinding against each other. When Ankita turned to him, he aptly grabbed her hand to shake it.
“Glad to meet you again, sis-in-law!”
He said.
He was not going to have a feel of her softness.
 
When he walked around her while putting her luggage in the car he got an eyeful of her ass too. He quickly remembered the fun chat they had once, comparing the size of both the sister’s asses. He was convinced that Ankita would now give tough competition to her sister.
Ankita sat inside the car and untied her hair. She was glancing at him while talking with Anvita and Atul kept his smile as casual as he could.
 
His sister in law was in town. And she looked hotter than ever.
Atul admitted this to himself first and then promised himself that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Last time when he got some moments with her, he had tasted her lips. “I wouldn’t mind going to bed with you.” She had told him. He would have gone to bed with her, had her husband not returned home in time. The thought still gave Atul a pang of shock.
He was not going to let anything like that happen. He did not want to send even a wrong signal. Anything other than intended shouldn't be perceived. He thought.
 
Ankita was excited to be with them and Atul wasn’t surprised. The sisters bonded throughout the evening. It seemed their childhood had returned. Anvita was consumed by all the fun.
Atul took them to India Accent for dinner. Ankita wore an off-shoulder top and long skirt. Anvita chose a cut shoulder top and jeans.
No matter how much Atul tried, he couldn’t take his mind off his sister in law. Whenever he looked at her lips, he became nervous. He still remembered how they tasted. Both the sisters sat across the table and he was carrying a boner in no time. Weird thoughts were gathering in his mind. He thought of the possibility of going to bed with both the sisters. He thought of them both lying in bed, waiting for him. He thought of his dick getting buried in Ankita's pussy while he licked Anvita's pussy. He thought of Anvita sitting on him, riding his dick, while Ankita sat on his mouth, feeding him from her wet pussy. He thought of kissing Anvita and sucking her saliva from her mouth and then feeding it into her sister’s mouth. Even the thought of them taking their tops off to show off their breasts to him got him hard enough to ache.
He let out a sigh. He grabbed a green chilly from the creatively decorated salad dish and ate it. He wished it worked.
 
Atul was sharing how one of his friends goofed up his recent attempt to woo a woman he met during a birthday party and Ankita laughed her heart out in the end. It was so heartening to see her happy.
 
When Anvita was gone to the washroom, Ankita leaned forward.
“It was you, not your friend in the story. Isn’t it?”
Atul grinned.
“What do you think?”
He asked.
“I think it happened with you, not your friend.”
Atul looked away from her face for a moment before he replied.
“How do you know?”
She laughed.
“I just know.”
“Hello, Atul.”
Atul heard a voice and he slowly turned his head. A girl was smiling at him and it took him a moment to recognise her.
“Don’t tell me you don’t recognise me, please. I’ll be embarrassed.”
“I’ll be embarrassed if I didn’t recognise you, Deepshika,” Atul said. “You surprised me actually. How are you?”
“I am fine.”
Deepshika took a quick glance at Ankita.
“This is Ankita, my sister in law.”
He introduced her and Deepshika simply did not believe it.
“Sister in law!” She laughed. “I can see that.”
Ankita was smirking, amused, already.
“What?”
Atul looked at her.
“She doesn’t believe you, my brother in law.”
Ankita stressed her last words and raised her eyebrows to tease him.
“Not my fault.”
Atul winked at her.
“Well, this is Deepshika. She’s a friend I’ve never gone on a date, unfortunately.”
Ankita's eyes widened. Atul looked up at Deepshika.
“So, are you with someone?”
“With a friend.”
“Didn’t see you at Parthiv's wedding.”
“Did you look for me?”
“Should I have looked for you?”
Her smile blossomed further, as she was at loss for words.
“I…”
“Join us, Deepshika. Wedding’s gone I guess but we have this night.” Ankita interrupted.
“No, thank you. I have to leave. You guys enjoy. See you Atul.”
She began to leave.
“If you can wait a few more seconds I’ll introduce my wife to you.”
“No, thank you. This is enough, I guess.”
Atul was stunned.
When she was gone, Ankita burst into laughter.
“Does she belong to your circle?”
“What circle?”
“Circle of nine.”
She was referring to an old conversation.
“I can see you’ve already assumed a lot of things. All I have to say is…”
“Don’t worry; I won’t say anything to Anvi. You can trust me.”
Ankita interrupted him and leaned back in her chair.
“So how was she? Do you rate your dates?”
Atul was puzzled. She was turning on her flirty self. He spoke after a pause.
“You really think I am sort of a playboy, don’t you?”
“Full mark; for the right guess.”
Atul nodded his head, slowly.
“Mmm…I like the idea of a beautiful woman thinking of me a playboy. It has to make me feel good. But I’d like to be honest with you, for you are my sister in law. I am quite innocent in these types of matters.”
“Let me be honest with you too. No one believes you. No one believes you are my brother in law.”
“That’s not my fault. Deepshika would have believed if she saw my wife.”
“Lucky you, she didn’t see Anvi,” Ankita laughed. “The girl would have lost her sleep.”
“For what?”
“Thinking crazy things about you in a threesome with us.”
Threesome.
For one second Atul thought of the sisters taking off their tops, again.
“Let me tell you another secret.”
“You must be drunk.”
“I am not. Not yet.”
“You must be drunk to believe I’d believe you.”
“You are… I am helpless. I can’t talk with you.”
“I am not questioning you, gentleman. I am okay with whatever you are. My sister is still lucky.”
"What's so funny guys, share with me too!"
Anvita was back.
"Your hubby is funny, dear. I can't stop him."
Ankita said.
 
They watched a film after dinner. It was a romantic one.
"Do you like the film?"
Ankita asked him at the interval.
"Good one, so far. How about you?"
She looked at him in the eye and whispered, "I loved the lovemaking scene."
Atul ended up locking his eyes with her. He couldn't make out whether she was seriously into him or just playing for fun.
When they arrived at home the first thing Atul wanted was to close his eyes and drag one of the sisters to his bed to make love to her no matter who it was.
Unfortunately, he had to sleep alone. Anvita had decided to sleep with her sister. Not for one but two nights. Atul had heard when they were talking about it.
"Poor Atul. He’ll have to sleep dry for a couple of nights, I guess. I have a lot of bedtime stories to tell you.”
Ankita was telling and then turned to look straight at him. Atul didn't fail to catch her embarrassment before a bold smile took over her beautiful face.
Atul smiled, “It’s just two nights. I’ll catch up later.”
Ankita didn't look away.
“I’ll be gone soon. Don’t make my sister do ridiculous things when I’m gone."
She said.
Back in his bed, Atul felt tough to find sleep. He was hard. And he had a tough time to resist stroking himself.
 
The following morning Ankita woke up late.
“Don't you want to see your parents?”
Atul asked.
“I need to get some clothes from my house first.”
Ankita said.
“Atul will drive you. We'll have lunch when you come back and we'll leave straight away.”
Anvita suggested.
“That's cool.”
Ankita agreed.
 
She was smiling from the moment she got inside the car with him.
“You're beaming.”
Atul said after a while.
“Yes, I'm. You know why. Don't you?”
Atul took a moment to reply.
“Yeah, I guess I know.”
“Tell me, why?”
He stole a quick look at her face.
“How's Sahil? You hardly tell us stories of him.”
“He's setting up his own shop there. That's why he didn't come with me.”
“Shop? He's got a job already, didn't he?”
“Yeah, the job is there. This is his dream thing.”
“That's good. What type of shop?”
“Let's have a coffee. Pull over there.”
She pointed him to turn to left. Atul complied.
“What's this sudden need of a coffee?”
He asked as the car stopped.
“You had promised me this one. You forgot?”
She looked at him.
A date.
“Is that it?”
"This is that!"
She pressed his palm and got out of the car. Atul followed her to the cafe. Almost a solitary building, it looked small from outside. However, it was quite another world inside.
“Is it Saturday rush?”
Atul wondered.
“It's a perfect place.”
She said.
He noticed that the customers were mostly couples. Most of the tables were occupied and they took the one they saw first.
“Okay, here we go! We're on a date!”
He quipped.
“It's strange that you've never been here.”
She said.
“It's a new one. I can say that.”
“And it's a new date. So what's your plan?”
She placed her hand over the table and leaned forward, as if to touch him but stopped inches from. She was looking straight into his eyes and he didn't want to look away.
“Plan is not mine.”
He said.
“I'm just doing a side role. You're the main lead.”
She smirked.
“I prefer to be led, in fact.”
“So you have preferences.”
“I have. I'll let you know.”
“When?”
“When it's time.”
“That's okay, but at least tell him what you like to have now.”
Atul gestured to her left. A waiter was standing near the table. Ankita smiled.
“Oh, yes!”
She ordered a cold coffee. Atul chose the same. When it was served, Atul watched her take a sip from the cup and then lick the coffee off her upper lip. 
Suddenly he was conscious of a memory; a memory that brought back the taste of those lips. And the warmth of her body and the scent of her perfume. His conscious effort to avert his eyes could only bring it to her eyes. They were shining.
He smiled. And she smiled too.
“It is indeed a date. I have to admit. You're my sister-in-law, I keep forgetting it.”
“I just love what you said.”
There's only one way to end this.
“If we keep our chemistry like this, I'm sure we both are gonna regret later.”
“If there's one thing that I like the most between us, that's our chemistry.”
“Oh, you using lines on me!”
“Trying to match.”
He leaned back and stared at her for a moment.
“I really doubt your intention of this trip. What type of clothes are you going to get from your house?”
Ankita looked at him amused.
“My clothes. Where else do you think I’ll get my clothes from?”
“Your clothes… Do they still fit on you?”
“Sss...shit! Do you really think I am that fat?”
She made a face.
“Don’t overreact. You look good.”
“Just good?”
His gaze glided down on her body clad in a body-hugging T-shirt and then went back to her face. He made sure his eyes paused playfully at her breasts.
“Yeah, you look good. There's nothing bad.”
She smirked.
“Are you sure? You didn't see everything.”
“What have I left?”
She bit her lips and looked at him suggestively.
“I don't know.”
“Yeah, of course. I didn't see everything.”
"Okay!"
“Do you have something in your mind?”
“No. No.”
She said quickly, before making a face as if remembering something. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table.
“I remember someone saying something of me was not up to the mark in terms of size... I don't remember what.”
Atul was amused by how she was bringing back the past into the present. He had once commented Anvita had the plumper ass among the sisters.
"I... I, uh..." he hesitated, "well, I didn't have a close look yet. I can't tell anything."
Suddenly she was shy and at a loss for words. She looked around.
"This is a shop."
Atul smiled, “thank God it is!"
“You're testing me, aren't you?” She licked her lips. "Well, okay. I'm going to the washroom. Do your thing, boy!"
She got up and turned slowly and Atul watched with his eyes bewildered. How she was complying with the hint of a wish from him was making a statement. Ankita walked slowly and Atul's eyes followed the enticing rhythm of her ass. It was a sight to behold, especially because of her long skirt that danced around her thighs. She paused at the end of the aisle to have a look at him before turning to her right. It wasn't before exchanging a naughty smile with him.
Atul remembered sitting behind her scooty once.
It was highly arousing that she was doing this tease in the middle of a crowded café.
 
When she returned from the washroom, he was ready to leave. He asked about her scooty.
“It's in the garage. Oh, I miss riding my scooty!”
She mocked a cry.
Atul laughed.
“Why don't you take it to Canada?”
 
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The house was a mess, with dust spread over everywhere. Luckily they had covered most of the furniture with disproof sheets.
Ankita was excited to be back at her home. She checked every room and kitchen like an excited child.
"We didn’t plan this return. That’s why we didn’t get it cleaned."
She said.
"It’s all dust. So it’s better not to touch anywhere."
Atul advised.
Ankita pulled the sheet off a couch in the hall. It was clean.
"You can sit here. Let me make something for you," Ankita began to walk to the kitchen.
Atul laughed, "oh don't bother. It's all dust, Ankita."
Ankita stopped.
"Yeah, right."
"Go, pack your clothes."
Atul sat on the couch. Ankita stood in front of him.
“What's the hurry? You're my date.”
“I thought it's over.”
“Over?”
“It went well.”
“But you didn't say anything.”
She turned to her right as if to gesture her back.
“It's lovely.”
“Lovely?”
“Hot. Happy?”
It's not good. It's too hot and hence not good.
She glanced at him and suddenly looked stuck.
“Happy.”
It was a whisper. She stood there awkwardly, and he sat there looking up at her face. His eyes moved from her eyes to nose to cheeks to lips. He could see she was getting nervous.
“What happened?”
Atul touched her hand. He shouldn't have made that body touch. She took a step forward and touched his face with the other hand.
“I'm nervous.”
She admitted.
“I can see that.” Atul smirked. “What happened?”
The tone of his voice surprised Atul himself. Her soft palm was feeling over his face. Soon she brought her other hand to cup his face, and she looked deep into his eyes.
“I'm going to go, after this,” she said and bent down. “I don't want to stop myself now.”
Her lips met with his, and she kissed him.
Atul was not going to stop him either. His hands elevated and encircled around her neck and he kissed her.
One kiss and they knew what they wanted.
“Make love to me.”
She whispered.
“Yes," he said and looked around. She held his hand and walked to the bedroom. The bed was covered by a dustproof sheet. There was dust. Everywhere.
"Oh dear."
She sighed.
It was so obvious how much she wanted to have it. Atul was not going to disappoint her this time. Not him either.
He pulled the sheet and the bed was luckily clean. Ankita opened her shelf and pulled some bed sheets and hurried to put it on the bed. She did it all in a hurry, and the sheet lay in wrinkles and creases. But no one cared.
“This will do?”
“More than perfect.”
He quipped.
There was some sense of urgency in their movements as they climbed to the bed.
“Ankita...”
He couldn’t finish his words as she sealed his mouth with a kiss. It was not like the previous one. It was a submission.
 
Suddenly he realised how much he had wanted to do this since he knew of her. She was his wife’s sister. More than that, she was a faithful wife of a man who trusted not only her but also him. Indulging in any sort of physical attachment with this woman who was part of his family would mean throwing away everything he possessed in his life. He had a loving, caring wife. Her beautiful smile should be the only thing that could melt him. If she ever came close to know of this, she would die of heartbreak. He would never be able to forgive himself then.
He knew all of this like writing on the inner wall of his mind and he was subconsciously inching closer to a moment at which he could walk away from Ankita before it’s too late. When they finally parted from each other after their nine-second smooch, they momentarily stared at each other’s eyes. His heart sunk at that moment.
Because at that moment he learnt there was no way he could stop him. There was no way they could stop.
Like a man possessed by an evil power, he pushed her down to the bed and got on top of her and kissed her again. Her mouth was open and he learnt the taste of her saliva right away. It was warm. He sucked her lips and swallowed as if to quench the thirst of his throat. As she was laid on her back, he, kneeling between her parted legs, moved to her chest feeling his face all over her softness. He pulled up the lower edge of her t-shirt to bare her breasts, and with one hand he pulled down her bra cup to free all of her softness. Her milky white breasts and dark brown nipples were quite inviting and it drove him crazy. He sucked them and twisted his tongue around the tits. A few seconds after, she was pulling her t-shirt and throwing her bra aside, all by herself. She had presented her to him. He bent down to suck on her erect nipples one by one. He fondled her softness, and with his finger he drew a map around her soft belly. Soon he had her skirt pulled up to her waist and he caressed along her inner thighs. Her skin was soft and silky. Her breathing was already escalating.
Everything was happening beyond their control.
“Atul...”
She raised her hand and ran it over his face lovingly and he replied with another assault on her lips. He sucked both her lips and swallowed them. He had the weight of his body on her and he pulled down her panty without breaking the kiss. She flinched as he pulled up her thighs and pulled the thin cloth up to her knees, and he got up momentarily to pull it even farther from her body. When it reached her ankle he bit it and freed her legs from it.
"Atul...!”
She was enjoying the sight of him holding the most intimate piece of cloth of her in his mouth, and he smiled at her. With her panty gone he had her legs spread at either side of him and on an impulse, he moved down.
Ankita was taken aback.
“Atul...!”
He had reached down and his mouth had sealed her pussy. She was drenched in wetness. Atul began to lick her and her body quivered in response.
“Oh my God!”
She grabbed his hair and cried as he flipped his tongue inside her.
“No... Please...oh my god... Atul!”
When he looked up, she had transformed into a woman who could do anything for him.
“Please fuck me, Atul. Please...”
She touched his face and her eyes were almost wet.
Atul quickly undid his pants and freed his dick, and before she could really make out what was coming he pushed it inside her.
“Oh my god... Atul...!” She let out a cry and flinched again, before grabbing around his back. She was having it. She was letting him have her. He was halfway inside. He pushed again and she let out another, louder moan.
She was slippery inside and he moved inside with ease.
“Just hold, Atul.” She cried. “God! I want to have this feeling for a second. I can't believe we’re doing this. I feel so good like this…”
She breathed into his mouth before pulling him down and kissing him.
Atul put the weight of his body on her and allowed his lips to merge with hers. He cupped her face and sucked her lips. Consumed them together. She was welcoming his every move. He darted his tongue into her mouth and rolled it all through her gums, dancing around her teeth. Then his tongue met with hers.
She opened her mouth wider to allow him more access. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it like a candy. He could feel his dick throbbing inside her. He was all in, and he then began fucking his sister in law.
 
She was a member of his family, with whom he was supposed to interact with all the respect. Her husband had been very friendly to him ever, and he would never have a distant idea of what he was doing with his wife. She was lying under him, with her legs split apart, and he was driving his manhood into her. He was hitting the right spot in a rhythm that was, even to his own surprise, so far unknown to him. Their breathing matched and he leaned further to kiss her deeper, sucking saliva from her mouth.
“You taste like wine, Ankita!” he blurted out.
“Mmm...”
Soon he was up again with his arms supporting his body and drilling her passionately. Her breasts danced with each of his push. Traces of pain and pleasure kept flickering in her eyes.
“Oh my god... Atul...” She cried.
“Ankita...” his reply was like a yell. He increased the pace as he prepared himself to shoot.
“Atul… Don't...”
She sensed it and tried to push him away.
“I know,” he hurriedly pushed a couple of times and pulled out. White stream of cum fell on her lower belly; some fell over her skirt too.
“Aaah...” he held his stick straight and jerked it to finish. He breathed with his mouth open. Ankita sighed with relief.
"Sorry I panicked” She apologised.
“I won’t get you ruined," he grabbed her panty and wiped his spill off her. She sat up.
“I want to be ruined.” She spoke shyly and took his dick in her hand. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She licked him clean. There was an adorable smile on her face when she finished it.
He was up again in just a matter of seconds. “O, my God! You are a wonder. “
He pushed her back into the bed and shoved him into her. This time she welcomed him with a smile. She wanted more of him. Her eyes were wide and filled with ecstasy. He lay on top of her and arrested her in a tight embrace. He bit her luscious lips with utmost hunger and started fucking her with intent, forceful thrusts. Her body shook with each piercing and she moaned into his mouth. They were sharing their breath.
“You are killing me…”
She cried.
“You like it?”
He asked and she moaned helplessly. There was nothing more she could do.
A couple of minutes later he was there, yet again. Her eyes were closed, and he pulled out to present the yield of his manliness around her love hole. She panted faster than him, and he felt she was left wanting more of him. He cleaned his jizz off her and then he moved forward to guide his dick into her mouth. She sucked him without a hint of hesitation and he held her head to slowly move his dick in and out of her mouth. She had surrendered to him and her submissiveness proved much more than he could handle. Not even his dreams were so crazy. And she still deserved more. She had him ready in a minute. He pulled her legs up for the third time and thrust in. She merely lay still with an enticing smile.
“Go slow,” she whispered. “I want to enjoy you."
She ran her fingers across his face. She was lovely. All she wanted not was love, he felt. It was scary as well as hot. His dick throbbed inside her and he loved her slowly this time. Her arms and legs made a circle around him and locked him. He watched her eyes becoming dizzy and she began to pant. Her chest was moving up and down as the pleasure of orgasm swept over her.
“Atul...huh...aaah...”
She cried and arched up against her chest before collapsing with a mighty shudder. She turned her face to left and grabbed him tightly.
“Oh my god... aaah...”
It was a delight to witness a woman finding her orgasm. He was proud and he forgot who he was.
“Ankita....”
“Finish me... Atul... please...” She begged.
He was holding back to hear from her. Nothing more he wanted to hear. This time he went faster again and he could now feel how filled she had suddenly become. He upped his pace and force toward the finish and then shot his load inside her. He let out a groan.
“Aaah…”
“Atul...”
She cried as he hissed and held his dick buried deep into her and he felt small bursts of his cum spurting inside her. He was feeding his sperm into her. He was impregnating his wife’s sister. He was helplessly out of control. Only when he finished, when he came back to his senses, he could realize his fall.
He hurriedly moved away and sat up.
“What have I done, Ankita?”
“It's okay; I'll handle it." She assured him.
He saw tears in her eyes.
“But you're crying...”
She laughed.
“What does my sister do, when you make her cum like this?”
The words had come out of her mouth; it hit him like a jolt, and she regretted it the next moment.
Anvita!
“Oh my God! What have we done?”
He shook his head once and then tried to laugh.
“Fuck it! There's nothing we could do now, right?”
Ankita touched his face, her eyes still wet.
“I didn't mean to hurt you Atul. This is not your fault.”
“It's not about hurting anyone, Ankita. I'm actually happy that... that you are happy.”
“Are you?”
She looked at him in surprise.
“Yeah, but I have to feel for Anvi. I'm such a... Well, uhh...”
He couldn't speak. There was something else was dominating his mind. It was unbelievable. He had gifted Ankita an orgasm. It was perfect.
She smiled at him.
“I'm here to take all the blame. I don't know how else I can tell you this. It happened because I wanted to do it.”
She was sitting up, her body still naked. Atul's eyes slid down and she suddenly realised it.
“Oh, I'm sorry.”
She grabbed her T-shirt and put it to her chest shyly, hiding her breasts.
Atul laughed.
“What the...! Now?”
“I'm sorry, you're my brother-in-law, I shouldn't forget.”
She quipped and got up to her feet. She was back to being a loyal wife of a loving husband as if nothing happened.
 
They got ready soon. Atul sat in the hall while Ankita packed her clothes in a bag.
And then, they were on their way back.
 
They remained silent throughout the drive. She stopped the car in front of a pharmacy though. 
As the car was pulled into the parking of his apartment complex, Ankita turned to him.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, for what?”
“Thank you for what you did there. It was so good.”
“You don't have to say this.”
“I have to because I can't tell you this after this moment. Not even a reference.”
It was a promise.
 
There was remorse. There was a sense of loss. There was fear. But Atul's mind was still calm for one thing.
It was the realisation that he could satisfy a woman in bed. Ankita was so happy, so filled, so impressed, that she would go to bed with him if he wanted it.
But he wouldn't.
Ankita was given what she had been seeking for long. And with that, Atul had learnt the skill; a skill to satisfy his wife.
 
When he walked into his house he pulled Anvita aside at the first opportunity and kissed her. He kissed her madly and ate her lips feverishly. He was hard in his pants. He wanted to push her to the bed and mate with her right away. However, Anvita pushed him away and ran away from him.
“My sister is here. Don't forget that!”
She warned him.
 
That night, at Anvita's hometown, he went to sleep alone. He was made to, as the sisters decided to sleep together. Atul couldn't help but pull out his dick and stroke hard.
And in his mind, he was taking Anvita to bed. He imagined her crying with pleasure like Ankita as he fucked her deeper and harder. He thought of ejaculating many times without giving up and finally taking her to a mind-blowing orgasm.
It was too good, even in a fantasy.
 
It was fun in the morning, spending time with family. Ankita stayed back with parents while Atul and Anvita left in the afternoon. They were halfway back when Atul mentioned the conversation he had with Prithvi in the morning.
“I had to cancel the lunch. And you know he’s leaving for Bangalore tomorrow. There’s a serious job offer.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
Anvita said.
“I think I have been mentioning this lunch to him for a long time. It’s really sad it never happened. He’s mostly gonna stay for long in Bangalore. We won’t see him very soon.”
Atul said.
“We can invite him for dinner tonight.”
She suggested after a while.
That was a good idea. Atul stopped the car and phoned Prithvi. He readily agreed to come.

Anvita was happy. All Atul wanted was to see her happy.
He was getting excited. His life was going to change.
From tonight, she will never have to sleep alone and pleasure herself. He thought. I can make her happy. Apparently, he had mastered a trick. 
At least he believed so.
 
 

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