Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Anuja saw the ball early. She drew her right arm well back, the wrist cocked, the racquet head above her wrist. On the clay court, the ball rose high and she had to spring off the balls of her feet as she struck it.

She took it early, her body twisting as she rolled her wrist and the racquet over the ball in a vicious top-spin.

The ball zipped back across the net, keeping low, skimmed the cord and bounced just inside the line.

On the other side, her opponent saw her return in good time, too, and was already racing across the court. He got to it in time and, whipping his hand across the ball, drove it down the line to her backhand.

Anuja rushed for it and slicing it powerfully, put it over the net in a controlled drop-shot and followed it by racing to the net. Her opponent raced to the ball, tried to scoop it over the net.

It caught the top cord and fell back on his side of the net. Anuja whooped in delight and flung her racquet in the air, jumping up and down, laughing and grinning.

Her opponent laughed, gasping and panting, and offered his hand. She pumped it eagerly.

"I can't believe it! I just can't believe it! I beat you! Three sets to two!"

"Congratulations, Anju. Great game."

"Yeah, it was fabulous. Thanks."

"You've improved since we last played."

"I've been taking lessons."

"It shows. But next time we play, it'll be in Aurangabad. Before my home crowd. See if you can beat me there!"

"Hah! I'll crush you!" she said, wrinkling her nose and sticking her tongue at him. "Just watch!"

"That's a promise to come to Aurangabad?"

"Oh yes. Bombay, Aurangabad, the moon, wherever you like."

"My, my, someone's becoming really arrogant."

"Just kidding, love," she said softly, laughing and making him grin.

They walked to the benches at the far end of the court to collect their kit. Jayant and Anuja were first cousins and childhood sweethearts.

As children, they played together constantly and, over time, their friendship matured.

They confided freely, though there were matters each had not revealed.

Anuja was already fucking Baban and the other servants almost daily. In college, she was fucking Dinkar, a lower-middle class youth of extremely modest means and poor English.

He was diffident and shy in a predominantly wealthy crowd fluent in English and foreign languages.

Anuja first seduced him more out of sympathy than anything else and was delighted to discover that, not only did he have a good, hard, lean body and a sizable cock, but he was also an imaginative and demanding lover.

He especially enjoyed raiding her ass. Her delight grew when she found he had an elder brother who was even better and, before long, she was fucking both youths, often together.

She told Jayant none of this. For his part, he kept from her his naked lust for her body and how she frequented his fantasies and tormented him as he masturbated, how he longed to see her naked body, to plunge his flesh into hers.

He did not tell, too, of his sexual experience, of the dark and smooth-skinned maidservant who had, over the past year, taken his sexual education in hand and offered him the pleasures of her flesh.

Jayant was young, too, just a few weeks older than Anuja. He was a tall, handsome youth with a muscular build.

He had a rugged, manly face with a fine, straight nose, thick hair, a wide brow, dark eyes, a hard jaw, wide slim lips and strong teeth.

Anuja had seen him at the swimming pool and knew that his body was muscular and sexy.

Broad shouldered and strong, he had a V-shaped torso with a deep, cleaved chest, a flat, hard belly and a narrow waist.