03-07-2022, 04:23 AM
Vani felt bad for Tharini. After all Tharini tried to take Vani under her wings thinking Vani needs help as a career woman to climb the corporate ladder.
Vani and Tharini finished their lunch and walked around Hyde Park and sate Diana Memorial Fountain and continued their chit chat when Vani's phone vibrated.
"Where are you?" a text from Tharun
Vani's stomach felt butterflies just seeing Tharun's text message.
"I came to the park with Tharini"
"I want to fuck you tonight"
Text continued...
"be ready in your saree and your navel chain"
"anything for my Tharun"
Vani smiled and as she put her phone down in her bag she realized something and her eyes were wide open...
"Tharini... you had your jeans and tops on from the club when you went to Tharun's home right?"
"yeah, why"?
"I have an idea, how you can take some of the control back"
"hmmm what do you mean control"
"I mean control Tharun's cock, you said you didn't get to touch and admire his cock right?"
"well yeah" Tharini said with a sad face...
"do you have the saree from the boutique we shopped at?"
"yeah, at home"
"I think the sales guy, packed a lehanga you never tried on... " Vani thought to herself that's the lehanga Tharun still didn't see Tharini in.
hmm yeah I think so.
Tomorrow Sunday night, I think you'll see Tharun's cock and do whatever you want with it.
Tharun finished his workout and got ready.
He already had Jake pick up Vani and have her move to Claridge's hotel where he fucked Seeta.
Imagine a world where no request is too outrageous, where the word "no" does not exist, and where the most difficult tasks—like cleaning an 800-piece crystal chandelier and transforming a grand ballroom into a secret garden (complete with grass flooring) for a one-night-only gala, seems effortless. This world exists, and it's called Claridge's.
That's the kind of hotel Tharun can afford to have his fuck fest.
The 197-room hotel, tucked away on Brook Street in London's Mayfair neighborhood, feels like an elegant woman. The legendary lobby exudes a rich history and underlying femininity—a portrait of Mrs. Claridge, who founded and opened the establishment in 1854, still watches over the comings and goings of guests, business meetings, celebrity sightings and many servings of afternoon tea, finger sandwiches and scones from her prime real estate on the wall of the foyer.
Now it has also become the favorite place for Tharun to taste Vani where he tasted Girija and Seeta.
Vani was spellbound as she walked through the revolving art deco doors, she spotted Joan Collins holding court in the lobby wearing a massive hat and her signature red lipstick. Unlike a hyped San Franciso hotel where the presence of a VIP would overtake the atmosphere, or a New York property where the overall vibe would entail dozens of people trying to feign effortless ignorance to their existence, at Claridge's, Vani blended in. She had a t-shirt and jeans on but in her backpack she had everything she needs to transform into a South Indian bride waiting for her husband on her first night.
She thanked Jake who carried her one suitcase and showed her the massive suit where she will live for a while.
She made herself comfy in the big suit and started to get ready. She took off her t-shirt and jeans and stood in front of a 12 foot mirror admiring her beauty, the thought of Tharun ripping off her panties made it wet.
She unclasped her bra to reveal her supple breasts which is still perky and perfectly shaped. Only Tharun has been manhandling her breasts with Rakesh kept away from her from doing his duties as a husband.
Vani caressed both of her breasts and pinched her nipples as they become erect with the thought of Tharun holding them with his teeth.
She took of her panties and resisted the urge to touch her clit she wants to wait for Tharun. She got out of the shower and started wearing her petticoat and saree and blouse she bought from the buotique yesterday.
She got ready like a newly married woman and waited for Tharun's arrival.
Back home in India it was 5:00am Rakesh just woke up and was lonely and called his wife.
Vani's phone rang, and by force of habit she picked up the phone and said "Are you here Tharun?"
"It's Rakesh" the soft sleepy voice startled Vani
"oh hi how are you?
"Are you expecting Tharun?"
"hmm yeah.." Vani didn't know why she couldn't lie to her husband
Rakesh didn't want to seem like a possessive husband even thought his mind of burning with jealousy and suspicion.
"is it like a work meeting?"
"ah no.. he.. just... Tharun just... wanted to.. wanted to swing by and.... " she hesitated
Vani felt some wetness in her pussy to subtly hint her husband that another man is taking care of her needs.
"Tharun wanted to come over make sure I am taken care of"
The door bell rang...
"Is that him"
"I need to check hold on"
Vani had the phone still connected in one had and she opened the door to see Tharun in a tight t-shirt and jeans.
She smiled and Tharun hugged her and kissed her cheek
The sound of the kiss echoed over the internet through the phone and reached Rakesh.
"Hello... hello Vani"
There was not talking but he can hear her bangles and her giggles... and another kissing sound...
Tharun kissed her on the other cheek...
"hey Rakesh, Tharun is here, I'll call you in few hours." she hung up without expecting a response...
Rakesh felt powerless.. he is a open minded person and he strongly willed to not suspect his wife... but something blocked his throat and he felt a lump between his chest and throat with the thought of Vani and Tharun in a hotel room at late evening.
Vani and Tharini finished their lunch and walked around Hyde Park and sate Diana Memorial Fountain and continued their chit chat when Vani's phone vibrated.
"Where are you?" a text from Tharun
Vani's stomach felt butterflies just seeing Tharun's text message.
"I came to the park with Tharini"
"I want to fuck you tonight"
Text continued...
"be ready in your saree and your navel chain"
"anything for my Tharun"
Vani smiled and as she put her phone down in her bag she realized something and her eyes were wide open...
"Tharini... you had your jeans and tops on from the club when you went to Tharun's home right?"
"yeah, why"?
"I have an idea, how you can take some of the control back"
"hmmm what do you mean control"
"I mean control Tharun's cock, you said you didn't get to touch and admire his cock right?"
"well yeah" Tharini said with a sad face...
"do you have the saree from the boutique we shopped at?"
"yeah, at home"
"I think the sales guy, packed a lehanga you never tried on... " Vani thought to herself that's the lehanga Tharun still didn't see Tharini in.
hmm yeah I think so.
Tomorrow Sunday night, I think you'll see Tharun's cock and do whatever you want with it.
Tharun finished his workout and got ready.
He already had Jake pick up Vani and have her move to Claridge's hotel where he fucked Seeta.
Imagine a world where no request is too outrageous, where the word "no" does not exist, and where the most difficult tasks—like cleaning an 800-piece crystal chandelier and transforming a grand ballroom into a secret garden (complete with grass flooring) for a one-night-only gala, seems effortless. This world exists, and it's called Claridge's.
That's the kind of hotel Tharun can afford to have his fuck fest.
The 197-room hotel, tucked away on Brook Street in London's Mayfair neighborhood, feels like an elegant woman. The legendary lobby exudes a rich history and underlying femininity—a portrait of Mrs. Claridge, who founded and opened the establishment in 1854, still watches over the comings and goings of guests, business meetings, celebrity sightings and many servings of afternoon tea, finger sandwiches and scones from her prime real estate on the wall of the foyer.
Now it has also become the favorite place for Tharun to taste Vani where he tasted Girija and Seeta.
Vani was spellbound as she walked through the revolving art deco doors, she spotted Joan Collins holding court in the lobby wearing a massive hat and her signature red lipstick. Unlike a hyped San Franciso hotel where the presence of a VIP would overtake the atmosphere, or a New York property where the overall vibe would entail dozens of people trying to feign effortless ignorance to their existence, at Claridge's, Vani blended in. She had a t-shirt and jeans on but in her backpack she had everything she needs to transform into a South Indian bride waiting for her husband on her first night.
She thanked Jake who carried her one suitcase and showed her the massive suit where she will live for a while.
She made herself comfy in the big suit and started to get ready. She took off her t-shirt and jeans and stood in front of a 12 foot mirror admiring her beauty, the thought of Tharun ripping off her panties made it wet.
She unclasped her bra to reveal her supple breasts which is still perky and perfectly shaped. Only Tharun has been manhandling her breasts with Rakesh kept away from her from doing his duties as a husband.
Vani caressed both of her breasts and pinched her nipples as they become erect with the thought of Tharun holding them with his teeth.
She took of her panties and resisted the urge to touch her clit she wants to wait for Tharun. She got out of the shower and started wearing her petticoat and saree and blouse she bought from the buotique yesterday.
She got ready like a newly married woman and waited for Tharun's arrival.
Back home in India it was 5:00am Rakesh just woke up and was lonely and called his wife.
Vani's phone rang, and by force of habit she picked up the phone and said "Are you here Tharun?"
"It's Rakesh" the soft sleepy voice startled Vani
"oh hi how are you?
"Are you expecting Tharun?"
"hmm yeah.." Vani didn't know why she couldn't lie to her husband
Rakesh didn't want to seem like a possessive husband even thought his mind of burning with jealousy and suspicion.
"is it like a work meeting?"
"ah no.. he.. just... Tharun just... wanted to.. wanted to swing by and.... " she hesitated
Vani felt some wetness in her pussy to subtly hint her husband that another man is taking care of her needs.
"Tharun wanted to come over make sure I am taken care of"
The door bell rang...
"Is that him"
"I need to check hold on"
Vani had the phone still connected in one had and she opened the door to see Tharun in a tight t-shirt and jeans.
She smiled and Tharun hugged her and kissed her cheek
The sound of the kiss echoed over the internet through the phone and reached Rakesh.
"Hello... hello Vani"
There was not talking but he can hear her bangles and her giggles... and another kissing sound...
Tharun kissed her on the other cheek...
"hey Rakesh, Tharun is here, I'll call you in few hours." she hung up without expecting a response...
Rakesh felt powerless.. he is a open minded person and he strongly willed to not suspect his wife... but something blocked his throat and he felt a lump between his chest and throat with the thought of Vani and Tharun in a hotel room at late evening.
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