Adultery WiFi WIFEY

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UPDATE 11


                                                                               TRISHA


My breasts feel like pillows of silk that have been caressed and massaged to perfection by Stalker. He has left me in stunned bliss, overwhelmed by the pleasure and craving for more.


Sweat trickles down my back as I nervously scurry away from my Stalker's car. I know the risk I am taking; as a married woman, I have no business in the abandoned construction site. 
I try to keep my head low, hoping no one I knew would be here to see me. I hugged my body with my arms, feeling even more exposed and ashamed.

I feel like everyone watching me as I walk down the sidewalk with my head lowered, and arms crossed tightly around my body. Burdened with guilt, I am afraid to meet anyone's gaze.
I can't reach the park to meet my husband taking this path. I don't want to give him any hint regarding where I went. I want to reach the park via the usual road.

I decide to take a detour to another street, a quiet one without people. At this moment, I want to take refuge in nothing but my own thoughts and the safety of the shadows. 
As I take the detour down a side street to fool my husband, I still feel a million eyes on me and hear whispers in the air.I know I am imagining it, but I can't help but feel like I am being judged. 

I knew what I did with my Stalker was wrong, and the guilt was eating away at me, but I couldn't help myself relaying the clandestine meeting with my Stalker. I am stuck in between desire and duty. I keep my head low and gaze on the ground as I continue my journey.

Suddenly I collide with a rock-solid body, and a squeak escapes my mouth.

"Oh I am so sorry...I was distracted.." My words get stuck as I see the person Neeraj who is probably returning from the volleyball court.

 He stood before me, sweat running down his muscular chest, his bare torso a testament to his physical strength. This is the first time I have seen him like this.
My Stalker seduced me and left me in a wanton state. Now I have stumbled upon the bare-chested volleyball player who has just finished a game. The way his chest glistens with sweat, his muscular body, and his chiseled face instantly capture my attention.

 I can't help but appreciate the fine specimen of masculinity in front of me. My mind is racing with naughty thoughts.

"Are you alright? What are you doing here, Trisha Bhabi?' he asks, casually crossing his arms and shifting his feet.
I clear my throat before greeting him, "Hello there, I just wanted to get away from the routine for a while," my gaze steady on his bare torso. I can't look away.

"Hello yourself,I can keep you company if you are bored of your routine life." he says, his deep voice almost rumbling in the silence of the boulevard.







My cheeks redden at the boldness of his words, and my heart races at the exchange. I try to remain composed and ask, "What brings you here during this hour?"

He seems to sense what I am thinking and saunters closer.
I blush and glance away.

He appreciatively peeks at my chemise-clad body and says in a low and sultry voice, "I was at a game. You should come sometime to watch my games. I got some moves that you will appreciate."

I giggle and look away, crossing my arms, "I'll think about it."

That's when my eyes catch Arun standing at the center of the park, almost 30-40 meters away from us. I spot him through the trees of the boulevard.
A pang of guilt surges through me.

"Well, don't think too hard," the sweaty volleyball player grins, tousling his wet hair.
I blush at the way he emphasizes 'hard.'

My blush deepens as I flirt back to my surprise, "Sounds like it could be fun."

"Volleyball is not a sport to be taken lightly," The player shrugs nonchalantly, "You never know until you try,".

 I am very sure that he isn't talking about volleyball here. He means something lewd.

I gulp again and stare in the direction where my husband is waiting for me.

"I have to go. Arun is waiting for me." I wave my hands at Neeraj, bidding him goodbye.