Adultery How I Fucked a Homely Wife, and a modern slut at work

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The next day was Saturday and Tharini called Vani to go out for drinks, they both wore nice outfits for clubbing and started to get some light drinks at Tharini's home.


Tharini asked a very open question... "I want to hear more about your fuck stories with Tharun.. she giggled..." Vani knew her plan is working...

She explained in detail various time Tharun fucked Vani, Tharini was getting wet and she didn't think she'll ever like a man like that let alone fuck a man like Tharun.. now that he is like Vani's boyfriend.

As Tharini lost in thoughts Vani blurted out the most amazing words Tharini heard "you should try Tharun.."

"hahaha.. please no"

Vani could tell she's blushing.

"I think you should, it will change your perception.." 

"No I don't want things to be weird between us.."

"No I am not that naive Tharun deserves more and I know you can give him that..."

They both went to the club and got a table and started sipping martini's as they continued talk various topics...
Vani insisted on Tharini meeting Tharun privately
As Tharini lost in thoughts... they both got spooked by a husky voice
Suddenly the "What are you guys doing here" Tharun stood tall next to Tharini and Vani. 
Tharini was shocked and without realizing her eyes wandered over his crotch.. and noticed how big Tharun's cock might be and to Tharini is surprise her mouth started watering with the thought of sucking on his cock.

Vani exclaimed .. "omg Tharun what are you doing here?"
"I came here to meet Tripo's CEO and we just finished our meeting and I am heading home"
"Vani without hesitating Tharini needs a ride back home, please take her I need to meet somebody" without saying anything Vani grabbed Tharini's handbag with all of her stuff and car keys and disappeared

Tharun and Vani knew what's going on... 

"well, you want me to drop you"

"hmm"

There was pin drop silence in the car as Tharun drove towards his hotel... for some reason he had a different idea...

"Tharini..."

"y.. yess "

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you.. I hate all men.. they think they are superior"

awkard silence continued.. 

"I.. bought a home in the St. Lawrence a while, I've never seen it, you want to check it out?"

Tharini was puzzled but she wanted to see where this is going...

"hmm sure..."

Tharun had bought $30 million dollar home in St. Lawrence

Tharun's lush mansion in the forest is decorated all in black and forest green. A black lacquer grand piano sits in one corner.

A pretty black, brown, and white dog scurries out from under the piano, running to greet him.

Tharini had seen the photos of his dog in the articles many times, she’s even more gorgeous than in the photos.

"Hey, Chloe." He pets her head.

"She’s beautiful." Tharini knelt down to scratch her behind the ears.

"Hi there, Chloe. You're so pretty."
Chloe licks her face for a few seconds but then grows bored with Tharini and heads somewhere else in the penthouse.

She nod toward the piano. "Do you play?" "No." "Then why do you have a piano?"

"I hire a pianist for my parties," Tharun says "I had it in my old home in San Francisco and had them shift tit over because it went well with the decore.

"Guests love it. Do you play?" Tharini shook her head. "We didn’t have a piano. My dad played the guitar, though."

He leads her to the piano, where a guitar also sits.

"I do, too. Just dabble really. But I love playing classical guitar and then of course some folk songs. All acoustic stuff." 

Tharini wanted to ask him to play something if she wasn't shaking from the top of her head all the way down to her toes. Rather, keeping herself from shaking. She's standing in Tharun's home. Yeah, she came to a man's home—a home with so much security, no one could find her here. A home where he can do anything he wants to her, and she has no way to stop him. Anything he wants. So much for her staying in control and being a power woman who think's she's better than men.

The thought made Tharini shudder, and again a jolt arrows between her legs. Yeah, he has security, but he hasn’t done anything to make her feel unsafe so far tonight.

She can always leave she said to herself. She doesn't have to do this. Except she want to do this more than she wants her next breath.

She want to go to Tharun's bed. She want him to fuck her until she can't walk. Moreso she was curious to see his cock to see how big really it is in flesh and blood.

She really really really wanted to see his cock. As Vani said he lives up to the name Big Dick Energy.

As if reading her mind, he closes the distance between them and gazes down at her, zeroing in on her mouth. He trails a finger over her upper lip and then her lower.

"I’ve wanted to kiss those full pink lips since I saw your pictures Vani sent me. You have the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen."

Suddenly Tharini realized what was going on... Tharun is at the friend Vani was sending the pictures to. Tharun is he one who said she looks exquisite.

I have a sexy mouth? She thought to herself. Before she can contemplate further, he crushes his mouth to hers. 

Her lips are already parted, and he thrusts his tongue between them. This isn’t a normal first kiss. No. This is a kiss of untamed desire, a kiss of two people who want each other desperately. A kiss that drugs her, takes away Tharini's will of being a power woman. A tiny groan, more a vibration than a sound, echoes from his throat and into her, fueling her desire. Her hands, seemingly of their own accord, drift up Tharun's string arms to his neck and she entwine her fingers in his dark-brown hair. He wears it long for a businessman, and it feels like silk against her fingers. He growls into Tharini's mouth and roughly tugs on her ponytail, his tongue still tangling with hers.

They both kiss and they kiss and they kiss, until— "Bedroom," he gasps, breaking the kiss. "God, I want to fuck you so bad. I need to get inside that tight little body of yours." Tight little body? That's Vani, not me, but I don't care at the moment. He wants me, and I want him, she thought to herself. she’s lost capacity for rational thought. she didn't care that she know next to nothing about him except what everyone else knows.

Tharun takes her hand and yanks her down the hallway toward a closed door at the end. His bedroom. Tharun's bedroom. If she goes in, it’ll be all over. She’ll go to bed with him. She’ll give up the discipline and power she so desperately covet in her life. He touches the brushed brass doorknob, ready to turn it. She bited her lip, nearly drawing blood.

"No." said Tharini. 

"Excuse me?" Tharini cleared her throat. "No. I can’t do this. We barely know each other." He stares at her, but his eyes seem different somehow, like he’s looking not at her but through her. Unease sweeps over her flesh.
She's still turned on by, her pussy is wet and she felt Tharun's warm breath and she started to kiss him again.

This is it. This is going to happen. I’m doing this. I’m not chickening out. I want this. I want him. Tharini thought to herself.

He pulls Tharini toward his body and pushes his erection into her belly.

"You feel that Tharini?" he whispers, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth.


"Feel what you do to me. You won’t leave me wanting tonight, Tharini. I’m going to fuck you."

He lets her go and opens the door to his bedroom further wide open. And it’s a sight to behold. While the living room was black lacquer everywhere, the bedroom is masculine mahogany with navy-blue and ivory accents. As thrilling as his decor is, though, she's drawn to the window that encompasses an entire wall overlooking the big open farm. She walks forward, as if in a trance. The glass is so clear that she feel like she could fall off the edge.
"One-way glass," Tharun says. "We can see out, but no one can see in." She's only half listening. She's much more interested in watching thick forest behind the farm.

She turns, and now she finally appreciate the rest of the bedroom. His bed is king size. Honestly, it looks larger than a king to her. The headboard is magnificent—mahogany rungs with odd little metal pieces artistically placed. She’s never seen anything like it before. The navy-blue comforter covering the bed is a shiny fabric, probably silk. The bed is on the main wall facing the large picture window. On one adjacent wall is a highboy dresser and chest, the mahogany matching the bed frame perfectly. Next to the highboy is an old-fashioned mahogany wardrobe, which is odd, because right next to it is a huge walk-in closet. The door is op[en, so she can see right into it. Why would he need an antique wardrobe? On the opposite wall sit two wingback chairs in navy with gold flecks. The bed is flanked by two mahogany end tables with lamps on each.

"This is amazing," I say. "It’s a nice place to come home to at night." "I'll say. If this were mine, I'm not sure I'd ever get out of bed.” A soft growl emerges, seeming to come from his chest as he takes off his suit jacket. "I like the sound of that."

"Take off your clothes," he says, "slowly." Her face heats. Am I actually going to do this Tharini questioned herself? If the pounding of her heart is any indication, the answer is a very resounding yes. She unbutton her blouse. She realized she is losing her woman power, she though don’t want to disobey him. She want to obey him without question, which scares the hell out of her. One button. Two buttons. Three— Until he yanks the shirttail out from Tharini's jeans and finishes the job by ripping the two halves apart. Buttons fly, one pinging the wardrobe door but most of them falling quietly onto the plush ivory carpeting.

"Couldn't wait," he says huskily. Her nipples harden and press against the lace of her bra. Tharun flicks one over the fabric, and her knees buckle. "Take it off," he growls. "I want to see those tits."

Again, she obeyed without question. She unclasps the bra slowly, ease her arms out, and let it fall to the floor at her feet. Her ample C cup breasts fall gently against her chest. Tharun's eyelids lower, and the soft growl comes from his chest again. He loosens his tie and removes it, tossing it on the floor. Then he unbuttons the first two buttons of his crisp white shirt. Black chest hair peeks out. The perfect amount, like she used to see in the GQ photos when Tharun was featured. Tharun didn't manscape, and for some reason that’s a huge turn-on for Tharini. He reached toward her, and she shiver as he cups her breasts. "Beautiful," he murmurs and thumbs both her nipples. She sigh softly. "Do you like your nipples sucked? Or pinched?" 

"A.. all of the above," She says. "Oh, Tharini, we’re going to get along just fine." He twists her nipples just hard enough to make her groan. "You like that?" She closed her eyes.

"Mm-hmm."

"Say yes, Tharini. Always say yes. I need to hear the word."

Why? she wonder briefly before she says, "Yes. I like that, Tharun."

"Your voice is sexy. I love the way you say my name. Say it again." "Tharun." "Again."

"Tharumn." "Now, tell me what we're going to do here tonight." "You're going to fuck me, Tharun." "Yes, I’m going to fuck you." Her body melts. She's standing in front of Tharun, her sandals and jeans still on, her breasts exposed, her nipples hard and ready.