24-12-2021, 05:40 PM
On Tuesday morning of the second week of his assignment, Sunita called me and told me she was feeling very ill and asked if I could bring the kids and spend the day and maybe the night and look after her kids. She could only offer the sofa for me and air beds for the children. I told her I would be happy to help. I packed a few essentials for an over night stay and the three of us spent the day and the night. I called Sudhir and told him what had happened and that until I told him otherwise, to call me there or use the cell phone.
As it turned out, Sunita was not feeling better the next day so I agreed to stay on. Again and I let Sudhir know the situation. That night, or I should say the next morning, Barun came home from work about 2:30 a.m. He went to his room and, apparently while he was preparing for bed, he decided he wanted a glass of milk.
The previous night I had slept like a log and never heard Barun come in. Tonight I was having a fretful sleep and was awake at the slightest noise. Barun passed by me on the way to the kitchen and I could see from the refrigerator light that he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.
As he headed back to his room I made a big mistake and said, "Goodnight Barun."
He stopped and turned in my direction and told me he was sorry to have awakened me. I told him it was not his fault, that I was having a restless night. He asked if it was OK if he sat on the edge of the couch and talked while he drank his milk. I told him I didn't mind. He wanted to know how Sunita was doing and then we exchanged pleasantries and talked for a few minutes. He finally got around to telling me that he hoped I wasn't too upset with what had happened but that, seriously, he had really enjoyed it.
I don't know why, but I told him that I had enjoyed it too and that I didn't hold it against him (poor choice of words).
He said, in a joking manner, "I wouldn't mind it if you did hold it against me."
It had been two weeks since Sudhir and I made love and I was feeling a little horny. Though there wasn't much light except what came in from the street light across the street, I could see Barun 's cock starting to rise slightly in his shorts. It gave me a little thrill to know that I was causing 'junior' to get active. His back was to the street light and I could not see his eyes but he could see mine and that I was looking at his shorts. He reached over and gently took my hand and placed it on top of the tent that was forming in his shorts and with a big smile, said, "Do you mind if I hold you against it?"
When my hand rested on his shorts, his cock reacted as it had before and then started to rise some more. I started to withdraw my hand but instead, I found myself wrapping my fingers around it. Again, I knew I should stop but I also knew what was coming if I let things continue. The memories of our first encounter flooded my head and I found myself in turmoil. My logic finally gave in to the thinking that infidelity is not based on the number of times it happens. It is based on the fact that it happened at all. Added to the fact that I was feeling horny, I let lust take control.
As it turned out, Sunita was not feeling better the next day so I agreed to stay on. Again and I let Sudhir know the situation. That night, or I should say the next morning, Barun came home from work about 2:30 a.m. He went to his room and, apparently while he was preparing for bed, he decided he wanted a glass of milk.
The previous night I had slept like a log and never heard Barun come in. Tonight I was having a fretful sleep and was awake at the slightest noise. Barun passed by me on the way to the kitchen and I could see from the refrigerator light that he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.
As he headed back to his room I made a big mistake and said, "Goodnight Barun."
He stopped and turned in my direction and told me he was sorry to have awakened me. I told him it was not his fault, that I was having a restless night. He asked if it was OK if he sat on the edge of the couch and talked while he drank his milk. I told him I didn't mind. He wanted to know how Sunita was doing and then we exchanged pleasantries and talked for a few minutes. He finally got around to telling me that he hoped I wasn't too upset with what had happened but that, seriously, he had really enjoyed it.
I don't know why, but I told him that I had enjoyed it too and that I didn't hold it against him (poor choice of words).
He said, in a joking manner, "I wouldn't mind it if you did hold it against me."
It had been two weeks since Sudhir and I made love and I was feeling a little horny. Though there wasn't much light except what came in from the street light across the street, I could see Barun 's cock starting to rise slightly in his shorts. It gave me a little thrill to know that I was causing 'junior' to get active. His back was to the street light and I could not see his eyes but he could see mine and that I was looking at his shorts. He reached over and gently took my hand and placed it on top of the tent that was forming in his shorts and with a big smile, said, "Do you mind if I hold you against it?"
When my hand rested on his shorts, his cock reacted as it had before and then started to rise some more. I started to withdraw my hand but instead, I found myself wrapping my fingers around it. Again, I knew I should stop but I also knew what was coming if I let things continue. The memories of our first encounter flooded my head and I found myself in turmoil. My logic finally gave in to the thinking that infidelity is not based on the number of times it happens. It is based on the fact that it happened at all. Added to the fact that I was feeling horny, I let lust take control.
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