Adultery Uncontrollable desire

[thepardesi]

Divya’s POV : 

As soon I came out of the washroom, Ali came close to me wrapped his hands around me and took me to the dance floor. We were dancing and his hands were all over my waist and he’s gently massaging me publicly and lot of men around me stared at us. Few with lust and more of them with jealously that he’s the one who’s getting to feel my sexy body. I was dancing but all I keep thinking about what could have happened last time. Is Ali a fuck boy? Or something worse ? Suddenly Ali started moving rhythmlessly. I didn’t know the reason and he started falling on me and he smells of weed. I realized he might have had some weed when I was in the washroom. I took him out of the dance floor and made him sit. I was trying to make a conversation but he’s not in his senses. 

I didn’t know what to do. I can get home back in an Uber but I can’t leave Ali in this position. So, I wanted to find Iqbal. I found him at the corner and walked straight to him. He saw me coming and I could sense a bit of anxiety in his face. He might have been afraid that I listened to his conversation with Kumar about me. 

Me : Hey Iqbal. 
Iqbal : Hi Aunty. Is everything alright ?
Me : You can call me Divya. I’m not your uncle’s age. 
Iqbal : Sure Divya. What happened? 
I can still sense some fear in his voice. Poor little guy. 
Me : I’m fine but your uncle seems to be a little tipsy. He might have had drinks or weed. Not sure. 
Iqbal : Oh is he lol? It’s weed. He wanted to try. I told he can’t handle at his age. He never listens. 

I can see Iqbal got a bit brave as he came to know the conversation is not about him but of his uncle Ali. 

Me : So, what do we do now. 
Iqbal : No worries Divya. I live nearby but it would not be nice if my parents see uncle Ali in this state. I can drive his car. We can drop him at his place then I can drop you home too. 


I felt so happy after what he said and I put my hand on his shoulder. 

Iqbal : Thank you so much Iqbal. You’re such a sweet kid. Yeah. Let’s do it. 
Iqbal : Sure. A minute. Kumar. Let’s go home. 

We both went to the chair where Ali was sitting. Ali already had one more glass of whiskey in his hand who is already tripping. I tried to take it away from his and he dropped the entire glass on my saree. It was already a semi transparent saree and men were ogling and having fun and now Ali spilled liquid on it and now anyone could see my almost bare tits over my saree. It was again embarrassing. I cursed the night which has not ended so far but only getting worse and worse. The boys somehow moved Ali the back of his car and I was about to sit next to him. 

Iqbal : Kumar, you’re drunk too. You sit in the back with uncle. Divya, would you please sit in the front and help me with maps? 
Me : took a pause. Sure Iqbal. 

I’m pretty sure he knows how to get home without using maps. He just wanted to have a look at my boobs while driving. Guys these days try sorts of aces to get good look. 

Iqbal started driving but barely looking at the road. His eyes were completely on my tits which was pretty embarrassing for me. We dropped Kumar at his flat and he winked Iqbal as he’s getting down the car. My husband was calling me but I could not pick up. It was late and I was with another guy. I cannot tell this so I didn’t answer. Moreover my phone's battery is about to be gone. I asked Iqbal for his phone to guide with the maps. He gave it to me. We were driving towards Ali’s home. 

Iqbal : So, How do you know my uncle. 
Me : Oh, I’m a tenant in one of his houses. 
Iqbal : Got it. That’s how he caught you then. 
Me : What do you mean by caught ? 
Iqbal : Shut up Divya. You me and everyone at the party knows about uncle Ali. Now don’t act too innocent. 
Me : I don't understand what you’re saying. 
Iqbal : Uncle Ali fucks lot of his tenants in exchange for rents. I won’t believe he hasn’t made a move on someone as sexy as you. 
Me : What the fuck Iqbal. Don’t jump into conclusions. We are just very good friends and I pay my rent. 
Iqbal : Yes, with that ass of yours. Tell me did he fuck you in the all the positions ? 
Me : You’re embarrassing me. Stop the fucking car.  I’ll Uber from here. 
Iqbal : Cut your innocent act already. Look at your well shaped juggling tits and round ass. You don’t get that figure if you don’t get fucked as hell. 
Me : I’m married you moron and stop the car already. 
Iqbal : I cannot stop the car in the middle of nowhere. I’m an unlicensed driver and both of us will be in trouble if we are caught. 
Me : Why didn’t you say this while I came to you. 
Iqbal : When a fucking hot Indian slut asks for help, you help her immediately. 
Me : Stop talking to me like that. I’m a respectable married woman. 
Iqbal : First of all, no respectable married woman goes to a party with a guy way older than her in that slutty saree of yours. What would your husband say if he sees you like this? 
Me : That is none of your business. My husband lives in another city. He doesn’t know about this party. 
Iqbal : What if he sees photos of his wife in this costume getting viral. 


That scared the hell out of me. What if he sees? It will break his heart completely. He might even end marriage or will never trust me in life. I didn’t know how to react for what Iqbal said.  

Me : Iqbal. You don’t mean it right. Just drop me home please 
Iqbal : Yes but I need a favor before that. 
Me : What kinda favor. 
Iqbal : I always fantasized of getting a blow job while driving. I can’t find anyone hotter than you. So, please go ahead. 

I immediately slapped Iqbal on hearing to his weird request. 
Me : Are you out of your mind ? 
Iqbal : Check my WhatsApp messages from Kumar 

That gave me a heart attack. It has lot of my photos. My
Hot photos from when I was entering the party. Video clips of Ali massaging my waist and ass. The worst ones were those when Kumar took me when I was getting in the car. It was all kinds of embarrassing. Even had my bare breasts and nipple slip image. I realized I’m fucked.