Adultery MONSTER

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                                                                                     NISHA
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There is something about a man who is in the center of attention. It makes the man very attractive.

What happens when the man is longer in the center of attention? All that importance projected on him by other people goes away, the magical aura around him disappears and what remains is an ordinary man with the attributes that helped him to be in the center of attention.

In my life that man is Rocky, my boyfriend and I am with him in a hotel room.

He is a manly man with a broad hairy chest and a tall frame. He is on top of me right now.

He is grunting, "Oh yessss...I have missed you, Nisha.."

My body quakes, taking his thrusts inside my pussy, and I wail, "I have missedddd....youuu tooo...ahhhhhh,uuhhhhhh"

He knows my body well, and his virile manhood is hitting the right spot.

Reality blurred and blend with the euphoria of our mating.

This is round two for us.

The first round was more frantic; we were selfish and only concentrated on each other's pleasure. Moans, grunts, smacking skin, aggressive lips, and rapturous orgasms dissolved our senses.
 
We were wild, and it was over before we realized what had gone down.

This time we are more attentive to one other's needs.

His eyes flash with pleasure as I squeeze his cock inside of my depraved pussy. My hands roam all over his back, encasing his sweaty torso, my swelled breasts undulates against his labored chest, and my crinkling nipples get tickled by his chest hairs.

My orgasm rolls inside me, its waves spread all over my shaking body, and I bleat, "Hooohhhh...hhhooooofff....don't stoppp...that's it...ohhhhh..."

I scratch down his arms and back as my slit shudders around his onslaught, my thighs nearly cramped.

"Gaahhhhh...I am cumminnnggg.." He spurts inside his rubber, giving in to my spasmodic cunt walls.

I hold his oblong face from both sides and take in his postorgasmic sighs inside my mouth by nourishing his strenuous effort.

He kisses me back, squeezing my breasts. I moan softly inside his mouth as his twitching cock leaves my pussy.


His phone rings, and he takes it.

"Rockyyyy !!!! " I mewl forbidding him.

"Just a second, babe." He takes the call and starts speaking while on top of me.

Now his body feel heavy as he is not paying attention.

"This not my job to put the bucket under the tap...That was his job." He yells, squabbling with his roommates.

It agitates me, and I push his body, sliding away from beneath him.

He does not pay any heed to my irritation. I watch him staying by his side, putting a blanket over my naked body.


Sex was always good with him. He makes me cum, but something is missing. 

This is not the man I loved. This is not the Rocky I spent time with. I saw Rocky cruising through campus, garnering reverence from everyone who knew him. 

He was the 'IT BOY', and holding his hand felt good.

That magnetic attraction I felt towards him translated to the bedroom, and our sex had a different sort of magic.

 It was explosive for me. He was my prized stallion, and I would become a possessed woman when he used to mount me.

Time and distance bring certain clarity to one's view. I was almost one year away from Rocky, which affected my relationship with him.

I understand it now.

Rocky walks away from the bed, still fighting with his roommate over the phone. I glance at his naked body. He got a masculine body, not a gym buff, just good genetics, and he stays in shape as he used to do anchoring.

I was thinking about why I am so madly attracted to Aditya. Aditya himself is a factor, but it is also true that I love nearness.
 
Yes, I love intimacy. I'm not particularly eager to stay separate from my man.

That is one of the reasons I broke up with my high college boyfriend before hooking up with Rocky. 

Long distance does not work for me. I feel insecure. I need emotional and physical nearness to my man.

Rocky turns and pulls the condom from his cock. It is full of his thick potency.

He goes inside the washroom to flush it down the toilet.

When he comes out, he blurts, accusing me, "You kissed your husband."

It was not a question. It is a statement.

I get tensed at first. Nervousness gripped my throat, but also I felt anger.

"You could have talked about it earlier. You waited to have sex with me first !!!"

"Why did you kiss him?" He ignores my complaint, and his judging eyes roam over my guilty face.

"We were doing a post-wedding photoshoot, and everyone wanted us to do it," I tell him half-truth.

"Say sorry." He orders.

"No. You were not there. You don't know what I must endure in order to secure my stay in that house." I argue.

"Say that you are sorry for kissing another man." He is adamant.

"How did you know about the kiss? You spying on  me now, Rocky?" My nostrils flared and I put up resistance.

"You have sinned, Nisha...You kissed another man. You are a horrible woman. Repent and ask for my forgiveness." He looks like a man possessed, trembling in anger.

"This is bullshit. You have ruined my mood." I turn my head away.

He yells in a menacing roar, "Say sorry..."

I gasped. My whole body just shuts down. Fear encompasses my existence.

He yells again with a fearsome look on his face, "Say you are sorry.."

My lips tremble, my vision turns hazy and warm tears soak my face creating furrows.

I sob onto a pillow.

Rocky touches my shoulder, and I wince in fear.

"Say sorry." He demands in a more controlled voice.

I yield, "I am sorry...don't be mad...I am sorry."

Rocky lifts my face, and he looks sad,"Oh no no no....this is all my fault...I don't like when you cry...This is my fault."

He falls on the bed running fingers inside his hair,"I am just troubled with my work.....You are living with another man....I have nightmares thinking horrible things...I know you were under pressure....I don't know what got into me."

I saw my man breaking down, and it wounds my heart.

I move toward him and grab him from behind, pressing my breasts onto his back, rubbing my tears on his neck, and trying to soothe him by planting kisses on his body, "No..it's my fault...please don't be sad ...I love you...I could have said no and avoided the kiss...I am such a fool...I am sorry...please, baby, stay strong."

He turns around and starts kissing me.

It was an emotional kiss. The old flame is back. I can feel the magic again.

I submit to my prized stallion, and he mounts me once more.

He pinned me down onto the bed and fucked me from behind, holding my arms forcefully. His thrusts were punishing, he took his frustration out inside me, and I let him. I let him use me. I deserve this.

I behaved like those women who walked around showing off her arm candy boyfriend during his good times but abandoned him when he was going through a rough time, making up faults in our relationship to justify my attraction towards Aditya.

I moan on the sheets unmaking the bed, "I am sorryy...ahhhhh....ooohhhh...you are the man....ahhhhh....aahhhhh...I amm soooryyy."

"That's right, I am the man ." He grunts while pounding up my guilty womanhood from behind.
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Next Morning.

Aditya and I are sitting at the breakfast table. He has already finished his food. He is reading some papers from a file.

"You like it rough, huh?!!" He remarks without lifting his head.

I am still drowsy and did not get him.

"What?" I ask with a mouthful of food.

"Your hand. Your boyfriend has bruised you." He points out and goes back to his papers.

Ours is a sham marriage, and I am not really Aditya's wife. He did not put any restrictions or interference in my sex life.

I am wearing a sleeveless T-shirt.

"Oh, that !!! No, I just ..." I could not come up with a lie. Rocky marked me by gripping my arms hard during the third round of our sex.

"Its all right..No, need to lie...Whatever keeps your juices flowing." He chuckles.

I don't reply.

He breaks the silence again, "Did you put something on it? Your blood vessels have burst there."

"No !! I used ice." I wolf my breakfast. I want to get away from him. 

It is awkward. He is looking devastatingly handsome in his black shirt, sleeved rolled up to his forearms, his veins making me dream things.

This time he pays attention to me.

"Your boyfriend did not buy you any sort of cream or whatever after doing that?" He asks with disbelief in his voice.

"This is none of your business." I frown.

"No, this is the general rule. You beat up the pussy well, give the rough treatment if the pussy demands, and then take care of the pussy afterward, especially in a romantic relationship like yours." He shamelessly says those words.

"I gonna puke Aditya," I complain, wrinkling my nose.

"Alright, just saying." He lets it go.

He is watching my face, though.

"What are you doing today? Wanna visit the factory? or our new project office?" He suggests.

Aditya is talking about their family business and the new business venture he is planning with his friends.

I'm not too fond of machinery. I find no interest in those. Those are lifeless things. 

I am a dancer, I love art, and I love things that are alive.

Besides, Rocky told me not to mingle with Aditya much.

 Aditya is a different kind of man than Rocky, a promise of a different life, but he isn't serious about marriage.

"No, thank you." I reject his proposal.

"That is you saying or your boyfriend?" He smirks.

"Both." I put on a serious face.

"What are you gonna do then all day... every day if you don't go out and socialize? This is a new place for you." He frowns.

"You don't have to worry about that." I discourage him.

He looks at me minutely and responds, "Do you know what kind of person compels you to cut off your relationships and force you to depend upon him solely?"

I arch my eyebrows, "Who?" I am having difficulty with where he is going with this.

"A Narcissist." His tone is laced with vindication.

"Last time I checked, I did not marry a doctor." I give him my polite sarcastic smile.

But he does not stop, "Lemme guess. This boyfriend of yours always likes to be in the center of attention. He thrives on it. When he does not, he acts up. You get puzzled, thinking why he is acting weird."

"I get it. You don't like my boyfriend, but please don't bad mouth him." I caution him.
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He babbles on, "Tell me if this sounds familiar. He gaslights you often and makes you feel everything is your fault. He does it whenever he feels he is losing control over you. You fight back, but eventually, you cave, admitting that everything is your fault. Then you end up having hot sex. Rinse and repeat. The vicious, toxic cycle continues, and your female brain just gets addicted to that drama due to various negative hormones getting released."

I sat there, forgetting to chew my food, and my sleepiness departed my eyes.

My lips move,I mumble knitting my eye brows together, "How do you know this?"

He grins, forming wrinkles around his eyes. "I told you I am a monster, and my past is full of dirt. Narcissism is one of the monsters that plague me. I admit I was guilty of doing those things in my late teens when I did not really know about myself properly. It was hot. I could see the pain in my victim's eyes, the pain of degrading themselves bending to my will. Those women wanted to be with me, and I let my dankness feed on their weakness. They are giving in, I am pushing their boundaries, and they are doing anything to keep me happy. That kind of power over females is intoxicating."

I push my food plate away. I just lost my appetite, "You should seek help, Aditya. That is not what my boyfriend is. You are the sick one."

Aditya chuckled, "But you were listening to my every word mapping them with your experience with your boyfriend. I got other monsters in me than just Narcissism. Greater monsters, and they strangled the Narcissistic nature of mine, taming it, making it benign."

I wrap my hand around my body, "Like what?"

He says conspiratorially, "You don't want to know."

I scoff, "Nah, you are trying to appear good now after telling those horrible things. Trying to make me feel that some good vs. evil is happening inside you. You are trying to whitewash yourself after the confession you just made."

I get up. I have no mood to hear any of this nonsense. I am still heavily affected by Rocky's behavior yesterday.

Aditya yells from behind, "If your boyfriend is truly a narcissistic person. Watch out for your friends, even family. Narcissists are lazy. They will sleep with anybody close to you if they want to ridicule you or for other purposes."

I throw a warning glance at him and get inside my room.

I called Rocky. He picked it up and said that he was busy. He has opened a new coaching center in collaboration with the University to give IELTS coaching.

I just pray that the coaching center gets successful. Our life goals depend on his financial stability.

Aditya was right. I am bored. I tried to watch a movie but could not get into it. I pause it.

Then I hear it. A faint crying was coming from under my window.

I get downstairs and go to the backside of the house.

There was a kitten.4-5 months old. Abandoned and helplessly meowing.

Someone hurt its back. It has nowhere to go. By nightfall, it will die.

I feel overwhelming pain in my heart, and a surge of emotions prevails.

The creature is like me. Like me, it has nowhere to go.

I don't have to call the kitten, it comes towards me, and I lift it up.

I fall in love with the kitten at the very first glance.

"Your name is Love," I murmur. I was crying. 

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                                                                                           ADITYA
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Next week

I did not see Nisha for a few days after I riled her up while discussing her boyfriend. She promised that she would stay invisible during our first night and would not bother me.

I get restless, though. I miss her company. We have unspoken words between us. Some unchartered territories we are too afraid to travel.

I sigh. I do wonder- How is she avoiding me?

I guess she has clocked my routine secretly. She must have, and that's how she is ghosting me.

It is 7: am in the morning. I just finished running on the treadmill and sitting on the sofa in the second-floor drawing room.

I run my hand along the arm of the sofa and immediately turn to examine the texture.

There were several scratch marks.

I got up, and there were also scratch marks on the other arm of the leather.

What the hell !!! I look around and see the furs. White hairs scattered here and there.

It must be a damn cat. I don't like cats. 

My eyes twinkle, and I grin, thinking - That brat is hiding a cat inside the house.

So Nisha comes here to use the treadmill !!! She is careful, though; she cleans it up. No sweat spots.

I don't doubt it. She used to dance, and I was repeatedly informed about her extracurricular skill before marrying her. She must have got a habit of staying in shape.

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Next day

I wanted to talk with her about her new cat but did not want to knock on her bedroom. I wanted to ambush her. 

So, I woke up at 4: am. I am drinking coffee to stay awake. I am not an early riser.

The sound of her bedroom door alerts me at 5:30 am.

I give her some time. I get out. Our bedrooms are on the first floor.

I can hear the treadmill's sound and her galloping steps on the ramp.

I was sipping coffee when I reached where she is at. I am wearing only track pants.

I got stunned. She is wearing a low-cut tank top and skinny leggings. Evidently no underwear.

She is doing an arch. The wheel pose. She did not hear me coming, and she wasn't facing me.

I get a good look at her body. She is bending like a rainbow. Her palms and tips of her feet are on the ground. Her sports shoes are near her.

She is sexy !!!

From where I am standing, I can see the imprint of her shaved cameltoe between her parted legs under the thin leggings. A long division has started between her pussy lips, merging with the crack of her ass, forming a half circular deep cleft. That uninterrupted cut alone makes my pulse quicken.

She got strong thighs. 

Her long legs are drenched with sweat in some spots making the thin leggings transparent in those areas.

 Above I can see the bones of her hips protruding outwards and below her peachy ass clinging against the leggings like two crescent moons.

I can't see her face. Her sunkissed loose hair is kissing the ground like a flowing waterfall from above.

I came forward and quickly put the coffee cup over her flattened stomach, and she shivered as soon as the heat of the cup tingled her skin.

 Her navel is the shape of a vertical eye. Her perky tits are resting proudly on her chest and half exposed in the tank top she is wearing. The impression of her nipples is prominent. 

Two raisins are crowing over two parabolic soft tits. Overall she got a ripe and tight young body.

I announce immediately, "If you move, the coffee will get spilled, and you will burn your belly."

She complains from below, "Stop kidding, Aditya."

I was forthcoming with her, "We need to talk, my darling wife."

 I know She knows I am not bluffing as she can feel the heat from the ceramic coffee cup on her skin.

Nisha whines, "About what?"

I laugh but maintain my agitation, "You know what."

I sit in front of her face in a relaxed half-sitting position, resting my head on my palm.

"It is hot." She complains about the lukewarm cup on her belly.

I lazily let my eyes linger on her sweaty cleavage, driblets of sweats trickling down from it, sparkling like diamonds on her skin.

"You are hot. Nice tits, by the way. Very alluring." I look at those with admiration.

Nisha blushes hard; even in an upside-down position, her face looks beautiful.

I look at her upturned glowing face and ask, "Where is it?"

She gulps, "Where is what?" As she spoke, a few freshly formed droplets of sweat rolled down from her upended cleavage and dried at the hollow of her throat, giving her skin a sheen.

I smile. She knows what I am talking about.

I finally let the cat out of the bag, "Your cat."

Nisha darts her eyes, "In my room."

I ogle her tits and then her lips, making her nervous. "That is my bedroom." I make it clear.

Nisha begs, "Please don't throw the kitten out. It is so small."

Her words melt my heart. There is a reason I call myself an inborn monster. I was abusive towards animals during my childhood. A telltale sign of a psychopathic persona.

And Nisha is nothing like me. She is the polar opposite. She is what I am missing in me. She is the circuit that I need to feel whole.

 She is not a purely innocent type of girl, but She can love fiercely. Everything she does has something to do with love. 

That attracts me to her in a new way that transcends beyond my urge to fuck her senselessly.

At that moment, I wanted to merge with her and create something that would make me complete. 

"Why did you bring it?" I ask, this time just focusing on her blinking eyes and lips.

"It was meowing." She croons.

"It was meowing ?!!" I smile innocently, fascinated by her simple reasoning.

"Yes." She swallows.

"You love animals?" I softly ask her.

"Yes. Please let me keep it. Please, Aditya." She implores.

"Why did you seek my permission?" I toy with her now.

"You would not have approved." She says mournfully.

"True. Then why take the risk?" I murmur.

"I was boorreddd !!!" She replies in a bratty voice.

Her elbows shaking, her shiny tits wavering, sweats drenching her throat, thighs twitching.

 Her wincing face is red, veins protruding from the side of her temple. Blood poured downwards under her skin. She has fatigued her muscles.

 She is gonna fall soon.

I get up, and just before removing the coffee cup, I lie to her, "Your pussy is wet."

She springs up and lands on her feet. She snuffs, "Nooo. Impossible!!" and closes her thighs together. 

She got some reflexes. I underestimated her physical abilities. She must have been a great dancer.

I put the coffee cup on the holder of the treadmill. As soon as her feet get settled on the ground, I immediately grab her by her peachy ass and pull her onto my body.

She gasps, grumbling, "Aditya !!!" She is slanting away from me, and I am leaning on her body, tightly holding her by her butt crack. Her spongy tits rhythmically brushed against my naked chest.

I gnaw my flinty jaw and tell her in an authoritative voice, "Listen, brat, Your cat has ruined my sofa." while clutching a handful of her tight ass flesh inside my hand.

She does not pull away. It gave me the allowance I needed.

I add my other hand and clamp down on her other ass cheek.

Her eyes widen, but she does not complain. Her skin vividly radiates a pink hue of sexual arousal.

She pleads, caressing my forearm, "Please, Aditya. Let my cat stay."

I don't soften this time; I induce force through my eyes while speaking and pull her closer by forcefully lifting her thick butt. "It can stay If you promise to clip your cat's nails."

She obliges, breathing on my face, her fingers clutching my tricep, "Ok.",

 I can feel her nipples growing on my bare chest.

I instruct her further, "You are going to clean the furs. Learn to take some responsibility that your hobbies cause." my fingers dig deeper into her ass crack, and she shudders in shame, her lips part.

She murmurs in a husky tone, "I will." She glimpses at my lips, her nipples crinkling on my chest, her rumpled boobs peeking at me from her top, and her breathing has escalated.

I warn her in a domineering manner, "If I find any of my furniture further get ruined by your pet, then I am going to bend you over on my knees and spank you until you beg me to fuck you."

She weakly contends, "I am not going to."

I swat her one of her voluminous ass globes lightly and grab the jiggling butt flesh in the next moment, making her squeak,"uffffffff...I am not..."

I don't let her finish, I slap her other ass cheek, and she gasps sharply, almost kissing me, stopping just inches from my lips, blinking her eyes rapidly.

I smirk, "You are just a couple of hard spanks away from cheating on your boyfriend. Still want to deny?"

She softens and encircles my neck, surrendering. She no longer appears bratty.

She sounds raspy, "You are going to let me go after I do this." and she kisses me firmly on my smirking lips.

I was not expecting this. I kiss her back, squeezing her ass at my will.

She moans inside my mouth. Our desire for each other flowed through our saliva and breaths.

She is tiptoeing, and I am dancing with her lips above.

I was rock hard when we parted, and she was grinding against me.

I ask her, parting her ass cheeks sleazily while looking at her kneading breasts from above, "Still in love with your boyfriend?"

She murmurs on my lips, "Yes. Now let me go."

I grin and lift her body in the air, holding her ass, drawing a shy giggle from her throat; she wraps her legs around my waist.

She complains, "Show off."

I close her complaining mouth with my lustful lips and walk towards the scratched sofa carrying her.

She mewls on my lips while clinging to my body.

I get settled on the sofa keeping her on the top, still grabbing her ass.

She looks at me helplessly, and my hands wander below. Her half-exposed breasts are on my eye level now.

She shudders once I touch her pussy mound from behind, eliciting a raspy moan from her.

"You are wet." I softly rub her pulsating cunt lips above her thin leggings.

She confesses, twisting her narrow hips, "Yes."

I press my finger onto her vibrating pussy mound and declare, "Soaking wet."

She confirms, "Yes." and closes her eyes in rupture.

I rub my nose on the swell of her soft breasts, smelling its essence, and murmur, "I got you."

She denies purring in between, "Yes and no."

I snicker darkly, and my other hand departs her ass to lift her tank top above her breasts.

She does not stop me. She shivers.

"I don't think so," I announce, noticing her pear-shaped engorged bosom, and put my mouth on her right nipple to suckle loudly.

She moans and shakes, holding my hair; my hand goes back to squeeze her butt, and my other fingers rub her pussy.

She huffs, "Ahhhh...You don't have my respect."

I chuckle and grab both of her tits, making her arch backward.

I squeeze one with moderate force and suck and kiss another for a while.

She writhes, and her moaning rises to a crescendo.

I depart her drenched milk and tell her, "I will get another kind of respect when I am going to smash you."

I shift my mouth's attention to her other tit-bag and smear my saliva on the sucked one by massaging it.

Nisha is grinding her pussy on my bludgeon now; her dripping sex is saturated, and I feel that wetness over my track pant.

She faintly says, observing me passionately feed on her mammary gland, "You can have that kind of respect from other girls. You already have tasted it before."

I lift my mouth and gaze at her hazed eyes," What do you mean?"

I keep mauling her tits, making her aroused body dance on my lap like a candle flame.

She stared at me with thirst, articulating, "You could have had me anytime, Aditya.....ahhhhh.. You could have it during our first night. Or the next morning or that afternoon, but you did not....gaaahhh.. You want my total surrender....hhoooooff... You can have my body, I am at your mercy here, but you will not have the respect of my heart if you continue this."

I jolt. She got me. She got me good.

I pale. Like her, I want more, and she wants another man for the sake of the dreams she already has woven in her mind with him. She does not want to deviate from her projected path.

I sneer, "I will fuck you good, I promise."

She kisses my head brushing her elongated nipples on my face, "I don't doubt that, but that's not enough."

I sigh. I do want her respect cause she is something I am not. She is a different creature altogether, and I crave her validation. 

Smashing her is easy; she is practically on the verge of an orgasm but winning her respect as a person is a different thing together.

"Let me go."She demands. 

"Let me take you to your room atleast." I request.

She giggles flirtatiously, "Ok. Have fun till then. Then you will let me go."

I sadly utter, "Alright."

I lift her body again, and she shatters into a peal of high-spirited giggling until I start smooching her lips.

I walk carrying her quavering body, her exposed breasts are squashing on my chest, and my hands are smashing her soft butt like preparing dough.

We climb the stairs together; our loud smooching sounds fill the empty house.

I drop her to the feet, she falters, and I hold her tightly.

She helplessly pleads, "Please. You promised. You are a 'hyphen' that stands awkwardly between me and my ambitions, making it meaningless."

I sigh and kiss her between her eyes, "Yes, I did promise that."

Then I let her go. She disappears inside her bedroom. I feel hollow again.
 

I am a monster, and She is an empath. I am a nightmare, and she is a fine dream. My dream, a dream I have never dreamt of.