Adultery How I Fucked a Homely Wife, and a modern slut at work

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While Tharun and Shruthi were enjoying their dinner and building a deeper connection, a different kind of tension was brewing in Sunita and Jegan's hotel room. The atmosphere was charged, and the air felt heavy with unresolved emotions.


Jegan paced the room, his face a mask of frustration and anger. Sunita sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly together, sensing the storm that was about to break.

"Sunita, we need to talk," Jegan began, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "Seeing you and Tharun together tonight brought everything to the surface again."

Sunita's heart sank. She had known this conversation was coming, but it didn't make it any easier. "Jegan, we've talked about this before," she started, but Jegan cut her off.

"Yes, we've talked about it, but nothing has changed," Jegan said, his voice rising. "How long are you going to keep this up? Did you get promoted because of your relationship with him?"

Sunita stood up, her eyes flashing with determination. "No, Jegan. Tharun never mixes sex with his career aspirations and goals for the business. He chose his team carefully, and he hired me because of my performance."

Jegan scoffed. "Performance? Or because you provided the mental support that made him successful? You were there for him in ways that go beyond professional."

Sunita took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. "Yes, I did provide him with support. But it was never about my career. Tharun needed someone, and I was there for him when you wanted to be celibate. I didn't know what to do, Jegan. Tharun was my outlet."

Jegan's eyes narrowed. "And now? We're married, we're having sex. Why do you continue to have sex with Tharun?"

Sunita's voice softened, her eyes pleading. "Jegan, Tharun has issues that prevent him from having intimate, committed relationships. I was there to help him, to be a sexual outlet for him. I can't just leave him hanging. He needs me."

Jegan's anger flared again. "And what about me, Sunita? What about our marriage? Do you think I can just stand by and watch you continue this relationship with Tharun?"

Sunita's eyes filled with tears. "Jegan, I love you. But Tharun needs me, too. I don't know how to balance this."

Jegan took a step closer, his voice low and intense. "You need to choose, Sunita. You can't have both."

The tension between them reached a boiling point. Jegan's frustration and hurt clashed with Sunita's guilt and confusion. One thing led to another, and they found themselves almost getting physical, their emotions spilling over.

Jegan grabbed Sunita, pulling her close, and they kissed passionately. The kiss was a mix of anger, desperation, and longing. Jegan's hands moved to Sunita's shirt, and in a moment of intense passion, he ripped it open, the buttons flying off to reveal her cleavage. His breath caught as he saw bite marks on her skin—marks he did not leave.

His heart clenched with a mix of anger, jealousy, and deep frustration. Each mark was a reminder of her intimacy with Tharun, and it fueled the fire of his emotions. Jegan's mind raced, feeling trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—love for Sunita, anger at the situation, and a profound sense of betrayal.

He continued undressing her, his hands moving to her waist. As he pulled down her skirt, he noticed nail marks on her hips. The sight of these marks intensified his frustration, his touch both tender and rough as he struggled to reconcile his feelings.

"Why, Sunita?" Jegan's voice broke, a mixture of pain and desperation. "Why do you keep doing this?"

Sunita's eyes filled with tears. "Jegan, I don't know. Tharun needs me, and I can't just abandon him. But I love you, too. I'm torn."

But Jegan's cock was already fully hard and his cock was fighting with her heart!

Jegan's emotions surged, and he kissed Sunita again, their need for each other overpowering the conflict between them. As they fell onto the bed, their passion consumed them, momentarily pushing aside the issues that had brought them to this point. The physical connection was a temporary escape from the emotional turmoil, a way to find solace in each other.

He pulled her panties down as she opened his pants. His erect penis popped out like a rocket as they finally got each other completely naked. She grabbed his cock in her small hands, squeezing it hard. Jegan moaned into her mouth as she stroked him.

He pulled away from their passionate kiss and looked down at her bare breasts. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he felt an overwhelming wave of love for her.

"I want you so much, for myself" he said, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you too, Jegan," Sunita said, her voice breathless with excitement.

He tried to look past the bite marks Tharun left and started to eat her breasts. He felt her nipples become erect under his tongue as he flicked them with the tip of his tongue. He bit gently on her nipple causing Sunita to moan loudly.

Sunita parted her legs invitingly as she looked down at Jegan between her breasts. She could feel her pussy become wet with anticipation of what was to come next.

Jegan pulled his head away from her breasts and positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed his penis against her wet slit and then slowly slid his penis inside her wet pussy. He began to thrust in and out of her wetness, feeling the walls of her vagina grip his cock as he fucked her.

As their bodies moved in unison, they experienced an intense climax together as their orgasms swelled to a crescendo. They lay there together for a moment as they both gasped for air and tried to catch their breath.

Sunita turned to Jegan, her eyes filled with love and adoration. "Jegan, I am sorry for hurting you so many times with Tharun, but I promised him that I would be there for him when he needs me, But.." She paused for a moment before continuing in a hushed tone, "I don't know if he'll need to with Shruthi in the picture."

"Omg, don't tell me you hired her to be pawned off to Tharun." 

"Oh no, please Tharun has specific taste, and I hired her for her qualifications and she is already proving she's the right person."

"Well, she very much looks like his type a typical South Indian girl, with sharp features, tight, petite and voluptuous."

"Look who's been checking out the new girl..." Sunita teased him as she cleaned his cock oozing with remainder of his cum

"I am not even close to what you've been doing"

But as the night wore on, both Jegan and Sunita knew that the underlying issues remained unresolved. The conversation they had avoided would need to be revisited, and decisions would have to be made. The future of their marriage and Sunita's relationship with Tharun hung in the balance, waiting for the moment when they would have to face the truth and make the hard choices.