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The next morning, Revati woke up with a slight headache, the events of the previous night a blur. She could only remember playing cards and Naginder's strange behavior. Arun was still fast asleep beside her, and she felt relieved that she had managed to handle the situation without causing him any distress. She quickly changed into her yoga clothes and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, hoping to shake off the odd feeling that clung to her.
As she bent down to get some milk from the fridge, she noticed a smear of chocolate on the floor. Her heart raced as she recalled the cake from last night. But the fridge was empty, and there was no sign of the dessert anywhere. She must have cleaned it up without realizing, she thought, and brushed the thought aside, focusing on her yoga routine. The early morning light streamed in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. The quietness of the house was occasionally pierced by the distant sounds of the still bustling city outside.
After preparing breakfast, she woke Arun up, his eyes still groggy from sleep. They sat down to eat together, the silence between them filled with the comfort of familiarity. As they finished, the doorbell rang, jolting them both. She looked at the time - it was only 8 AM. Who could it be at this hour? She opened the door to find Naginder standing outside, looking slightly disheveled.
"I came to see if you guys are okay," he said, peering into the house. "The storm was pretty intense last night."
Revati felt a mix of relief and anxiety as she saw Naginder's face. She had hoped he had forgotten about last night's incident, but the way he was looking at her suggested otherwise. "Thanks, Naginder. We're fine," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "The storm kept us up, but we managed."
Ignoring his calls, she had hoped to avoid any further awkwardness. However, the universe had different plans for her. As the day progressed, she found it hard to concentrate on her work or even take care of Arun. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the uncomfortable sensations she had felt the previous night, leaving her confused and slightly aroused.
The evening brought its own set of surprises when she heard the doorbell ring. It was Alok, her husband, standing there with a bouquet of her favorite roses and a wide smile on his face. He had returned from his two-month-long business trip, eager to surprise her. Arun jumped with joy, hugging his father tightly, while Revathy felt a mix of emotions - happiness, guilt, and a sudden spike in her libido.
Post dinner, the romantic ambiance grew stronger as Alok sat next to her on the couch. The candles flickered, casting a warm glow on their faces. The TV played a Bollywood romance in the background, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Alok's hand found its way to her thigh, gently caressing it as they talked about his trip. Revathy's mind was racing, thinking about the previous night's encounter with Naginder. She tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the man she loved, the man who had been absent from her life for too long.
The conversation grew quiet as Alok leaned in to kiss her. Her body responded instinctively, craving the touch she had been denied for the past two months. The kiss grew deeper, and she felt his hand move higher up her leg, dangerously close to the spot where Naginder had so shamelessly groped her. Her breath hitched, and she pulled away, feigning a yawn. "I think it's time for bed," she said, her voice slightly shaky.
Alok took the hint and led her to the bedroom, where they undressed in the dim light. He slid into bed next to her, and she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. Her own desire was a tangible force, a pent-up dam ready to burst. But as his hands began to explore her body, she couldn't shake the feeling of Naginder's touch. She forced herself to focus on Alok, his familiar scent and the way his hands knew her curves so well.
Their kisses grew more urgent, and Alok's hands found her breasts, cupping and squeezing them gently. Normally, this would have sent waves of pleasure through her body, but tonight, all she could think about was Naginder's rough grip. She bit her lip to keep from gasping as Alok's thumb brushed her nipple. Her mind was a battleground, torn between the love she had for her husband and the unwelcome arousal brought on by the other man's touch.
Alok, oblivious to her internal struggle, slid his hand down to her panties. He slipped a finger inside her, and she couldn't help but moan. His touch was gentle and loving, a stark contrast to Naginder's crude intrusion. But as he began to kiss her neck, she felt the phantom of Naginder's breath on her skin, and her body betrayed her, arching into her husband's touch. Alok took this as a sign of encouragement and began to undress her completely.
He laid her down on the bed, his eyes filled with desire. He kissed and licked her body, his hands exploring every inch of her, trying to find the spark that would set her ablaze. But as he entered her, the ghost of Naginder's touch remained, a barrier between them. Revathy closed her eyes, willing herself to focus on the man she loved, but the memory of the other man's brutal passion haunted her. Alok's strokes grew faster, his breathing heavier, and she knew he was close.
The storm outside grew fiercer, mirroring the tumultuous emotions within her. She bit down on her pillow to muffle her cries, feeling guilty for the thoughts that plagued her. Alok's movements grew more frantic, and she knew he was about to climax. She faked an orgasm, not wanting to disappoint him. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and spent. She felt nothing but emptiness, the wildness she craved unfulfilled.
After a few moments of silence, Alok rolled over to the side, his chest heaving with exhaustion. He looked at her with a smug smile, "I think I satisfied you tonight, didn't I?"
Revathy couldn't help but smirk. She knew he was fishing for a compliment, but she felt like teasing him instead. "Well, it was nice," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Alok's smile faltered. "Just nice?"
Revathy chuckled and turned to face him, her hand running down his chest. "You know I enjoy it with you, but sometimes I just wish it could be a little...wilder."
Alok's eyes lit up with a mix of confusion and excitement. "Wilder?" He propped himself up on one elbow. "What do you mean by that?"
Revathy giggled, enjoying the game she had started. "You know, like those romance novels I read," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Passionate, unbridled, like we're the only two people in the world."
Alok swallowed hard, his curiosity piqued. "But when was the last time you felt that way?" he pressed, his voice a whisper in the dark.
Revathy's smirk grew wider. "Well, I can't exactly remember," she said, her tone playfully evasive. "But I'm sure it was before you started reading those bedtime stories to Arun every night."
Alok's eyes widened in surprise. He knew she was hinting at something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "You mean...before we got married?"
"I didn't say that," Revathy replied with a wink, her voice low and sultry. "But let's just say, I had quite the wild days before I settled down."
Alok's curiosity was piqued. "Is that so?" He tried to keep his tone light, but he could feel a knot forming in his stomach. "So, what do you have in mind?"
Revathy took a sip of water, her eyes never leaving his. "Well," she began, "you know I've always liked a bit of adventure. And with you being away on business so often, who knows what could happen?"
Alok felt a twinge of jealousy, but also a strange excitement. He had always known his wife was a fiery woman, but this was a side of her he hadn't seen in a while. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Revathy took his hand and placed it on her bare thigh, just under the hem of her shorts. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I'm saying," she whispered, "that I've been thinking about trying new things." She paused, her hand moving higher up her leg, almost touching the damp fabric of her panties. "Things that might make us both feel alive again."
Alok's eyes followed the path of her hand, his cock now standing at full attention. The jealousy was still there, but it was mixed with a thrill that he hadn't felt in a long time. He tried to keep his composure, but his pulse was racing. "What kind of things?" he managed to ask, his voice a little shakier than he would have liked.
Revathy leaned back against the pillows, her hand now playing with the waistband of her shorts. "You tell me, Alok Sahab," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Do you fantasize about me with other men?"
Alok felt his cheeks flush. He was flabbergasted by her directness, not knowing how to respond. Yet, his nervousness was tinged with excitement. He swallowed hard and tried to act casual, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, I guess everyone has their fantasies," he replied, his voice betraying his inner turmoil.
Revathy noticed his discomfort and decided to turn up the heat. She bit her lower lip and whispered, "But, my dear, those fantasies can become reality if you dare to explore them." Her hand slipped inside her shorts, her fingers tracing the edge of her panties. Alok's gaze was fixed on her, unable to look away as she continued, "You know, I've had... encounters that you wouldn't even imagine."
Alok felt a mix of anger and arousal, the line between the two blurring. "How many, Revathy?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "How many cocks have you tasted other than mine?"
Revathy's eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement. "Oh, the taste of adventure," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Why count the stars in the sky, Alok? They're all unique, aren't they?" Her hand slipped further into her shorts, her fingers moving in a way that made Alok's cock throb.
It was too much for Alok. The jealousy and arousal were a potent mix, and he felt like he was about to explode. He sat up abruptly, his chest heaving with excitement and anger. "Revathy, stop playing games," he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
Revathy just laughed, a teasing glint in her eye. "But I'm just getting started," she said, her hand still moving rhythmically under the fabric.
Alok couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, his erection tenting his pajama bottoms. "You're a naughty girl," he said, his voice strained. "I need to... I need some air." He stepped back, retreating to the balcony. The cool night breeze did little to calm the fire raging inside him. He leaned against the railing, trying to compose himself.
Revathy watched him, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had him hooked, and she liked it. She slipped her hand out of her shorts and stood up, walking towards him with a sultry sway. "You don't have to go so far for fresh air, Alok," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I can give you something much more...refreshing."
Alok's resolve crumbled. He turned to face her, his eyes raking over her body. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice tight.
"I want you to take me," she said, her voice low and inviting. "Like you used to."
Alok's eyes widened at her words. He was about to explode with a mix of passion and frustration. He had never seen this side of Revathy, and it was both thrilling and terrifying. He knew that if he didn't give her what she wanted now, it would only drive a wedge between them. But the thought of her with someone else was too much to handle. He took a deep breath and nodded, his heart racing.
Revathy noticed the internal struggle on Alok's face and took a step closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She slid her hand down his body, reaching for his crotch, and whispered in his ear, "You know you want this." Alok's body responded despite his conflicted emotions, and he found himself growing hard at her touch. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, trying to regain control of the situation.
"Tell me more," he said, his voice gruff with desire.
Revathy leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck. "It was at a party. I went upstairs to freshen up, and suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind. I couldn't see his face, but he was so strong. He bent me over the bed, and..." She paused, watching the hunger in Alok's eyes grow with every word. "He fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Doggy style, just like you like it." She could feel his cock throb against her stomach, and she knew she had him hooked.
Alok's grip tightened on her hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Was it before or after we got married?"
Revathy's eyes gleamed with mischief. "After, my love. But it was just a wild party, and I didn't know who he was." She watched as Alok's face contorted with a mix of lust and anger. "But you know what, Alok?" She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "You are the only one who truly knows me, who truly satisfies me."
Alok's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign that she was lying. He didn't find it. The jealousy in his gut transformed into a fiery passion. "Show me," he demanded, his voice gruff. "Show me how you liked it."
Revathy's hand slipped down to the button of her shorts , and she began to unzip them slowly, knowing she had to play this game to get what she wanted. She turned around and bent over the bed, her heart racing as she recalled the anonymous encounter. She knew this was her chance to drive Alok wild.
"It was after we got married," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "It was so intense, so raw. He just took me, and I couldn't do anything but take it. He was so rough, so demanding. It was like nothing I had ever felt before."
Alok's eyes grew dark with a mix of emotions—jealousy, anger, and an unmistakable spark of desire. He knew he had to take control of the situation, to claim what was his. He grabbed Revathy's hips and pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her. "Tell me everything," he growled, his grip tightening.
Revathy's breath hitched as she began to recount the illicit encounter. "He pushed me against the wall," she murmured, her eyes closed, lost in the memory. "I could feel his hardness, and he didn't even bother to be gentle. He just... entered me from behind." She paused, feeling Alok's arousal growing against her. "It was so sudden, so overwhelming. And I... I liked it."
Alok's grip on her hips tightened, his mind racing with the image of his wife with another man. He tried to suppress his anger, focusing instead on the possessive need to reclaim her. "And your ass?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.
Revathy's eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze in the mirror. "Yes," she breathed, "he took me there too. It was... it was a first for me." Her words were like a match to dry grass, igniting Alok's passion further.
With a fierce growl, Alok yanked her shorts down, exposing her round, inviting ass to the cool air. He could see the faint marks from the chocolate smear that had been Naginder's tongue. Rage boiled in his veins, and he slapped her ass, hard. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of the depravity of the night before.
"Why didn't you scream?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Revathy's eyes met his in the mirror, a mix of fear and arousal swirling within them. "He... he stuffed my torn panty into my mouth," she whispered, the fabric of her nightware sticking to her wet skin as she trembled. "I couldn't make a sound. I was so scared."
Alok's eyes narrowed, his grip on her hips tightening. "But you saw me," he accused, his voice a rough whisper. "You saw me at the party, standing by the window, watching."
Revathy nodded, the memory of that fateful evening replaying in her mind's eye. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "But he was... he was so strong, Alok. And I was... I was so drunk." She flinched as he slapped her ass again, the sting sending a jolt of electricity through her body, mixing with the arousal she felt at his dominance. "I tried to push him away, but he just kept saying that I wanted it, that I was begging for it."
Alok's breath hitched, his fists clenching at his sides. "But you didn't want it," he insisted, his voice tight with emotion. "You didn't want him."
Revathy's eyes searched his in the mirror, finding the storm of emotions swirling within. "I didn't," she confessed, her voice shaky. "But I was trapped, Alok. I was so scared."
Alok's hand paused mid-air, his heart pounding. "Why didn't you scream?" he managed to ask, his voice laced with a mix of anger and hurt.
Revathy looked down at the floor, the shame evident in her posture. "He... he stuffed my torn panty into my mouth," she whispered, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "I was so shocked and scared, I couldn't make a sound." She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "I saw you at the window, but I couldn't do anything. I was helpless."
Alok's rage grew, his eyes darkening as he pictured the scene. He stepped closer to her, his hand now moving to grip her chin firmly, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice low and intense. "Look at me and tell me, did you enjoy it?"
Revathy's eyes danced with a mischievous glint as she teased him with a seductive smile. "What do you think, Alok?" she murmured, her voice dripping with sexual innuendo. "Did I enjoy being used by that animal?"
Alok's grip tightened on her chin, his eyes narrowing. "Answer me," he growled, his voice a mix of anger and desire.
Revathy's smile grew wider as she whispered, "Alok, my love, it's just a story. You know I could never enjoy another man's touch." But the twinkle in her eyes betrayed the thrill she felt from his jealousy.
Alok's eyes searched hers, a mix of rage and lust swirling within them. He didn't care if it was true or not. The thought of her with another man had driven him mad with desire. He pulled her closer, his hands moving from her chin to her waist, and before she could react, he had her bent over the sofa, her shorts and panties around her ankles.
"Alok, no, please," she gasped, the fear from her story mixing with the excitement of the moment. But she didn't resist. In fact, she arched her back, pushing her ass towards him, inviting his rage-filled embrace. Alok took this as a sign of consent and with one swift movement, he plunged into her wet pussy, his thrusts brutal and deep.
The sofa creaked under their weight as Alok's hips pistoned into her, his anger fueling his passion. Each thrust was a punishment for her perceived infidelity, yet she took it with a moan of pleasure. Her own hands grabbed the sofa cushions tightly, her knuckles turning white as she pushed back against him, urging him deeper. The pain from his grip on her chin and the sting of his words only heightened her arousal.
"Alok," she panted, "yes, I enjoyed it. Fuck me like that, baby, like you own me," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and submission. Her words were a knife twisting in his gut, but they also brought him closer to the edge. He wanted to prove to her, and to himself, that she belonged to him and only him.
With a feral growl, Alok increased his pace, his grip on her hips tightening. He could feel his orgasm building, his anger and passion coalescing into a white-hot need to claim her. Revathy's eyes widened as she felt him swell inside her, his movements becoming more erratic. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, but the question remained if this was what she truly desired.
As the storm outside raged, so did the tempest within her. The fabricated tale of infidelity had been a test, a way to stir the embers of their stagnant love life. The truth was, she had never been with anyone else, but the thrill of watching Alok's jealousy and possessiveness was intoxicating. It was a dance they had danced before, but this time the stakes felt higher.
Revathy looked over her shoulder at Alok, her eyes gleaming with a mix of frustration and excitement. She had hoped that her story would push him to be more adventurous, to take charge and show her that she was still the object of his desire. Instead, she found him spent, his aggression waning as quickly as it had come.
"Fuck you, Alok," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. "I cooked up that story to motivate you, and you couldn't even reach the climax." Alok's face fell, his pride bruised. He had been so caught up in the moment, so lost in his jealous rage, that he hadn't noticed her ploy. The room fell silent, the only sound the distant thunder outside.
He looked at her, his eyes searching hers for a hint of truth. The realization dawned on him that it had all been a test, a way to push him to the brink of his inhibitions. Embarrassment washed over him as he realized she had seen through his weakness, his fear of losing her to someone else. He had failed her, and in doing so, had failed himself.
Revathy saw the hurt in his eyes and immediately felt a pang of guilt. She had gone too far, she knew, but she had wanted to stir something in him, to bring them closer. She turned to face him fully, her breasts pressing against him.
"Alok," she began softly, her voice like a caress. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like that." She reached out to him, her hand tentative in the space between them. "I just wanted us to spice things up, to feel alive again."
Alok sighed, his grip on her hips loosening. He knew she was right; their marriage had become stale. But the thought of her with another man, even if it was a lie, had brought out feelings he hadn't known he had. He leaned in and kissed her, a gentle kiss filled with the promise of forgiveness and the hope of rekindled passion.
Revathy melted into the kiss, feeling his warmth and love. She knew she had pushed him, but she also knew that their love was strong enough to handle it. As they pulled away, she whispered, "Yes, baby, it was all a story." The lie rolled off her tongue easily, a small price to pay for the spark in his eyes.
"it was all story ..right ? "Alok's gaze searched hers, looking for the truth, but finding only passion. He didn't press further; the moment was too precious. They lay there, holding each other tightly, listening to the rain outside. The thunder had ceased, leaving only the steady patter of raindrops to serenade them.
"Revathy," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "I love you. I always have, and I always will."
Revathy felt a knot in her stomach untangle. She didn't dare say anything else, afraid to shatter the moment. She just nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. Alok pulled her closer, and she buried her face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat throb against her cheek.
They lay there for a while, the tension in the room slowly dissipating like the storm outside. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Alok's eyes snapped open. He looked down at Revathy, his gaze intense. "We need to do something about this," he murmured as he passed into sleep.
The following morning, the rain had stopped, and the air was filled with a sense of renewal. Revathy woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen. She stretched her naked body, feeling the sting of the marks from the previous night's escapade. Her thoughts immediately drifted back to the Gurgaon party, the memory of that night as vivid as the bruises on her skin. She had never told Alok about that night. It was one of her dirty, naughty secrets, a wild chapter in her pre-marriage life that she had kept hidden from him. The party had been a masquerade, a night of anonymous lust where she had let go of all inhibitions, dancing and flirting until a mysterious stranger had taken her to a secluded corner and ravished her in a way she had never experienced before. The thrill of the unknown, the raw passion, and the dominance had been intoxicating. It was a side of herself she had buried deep, but last night's confession had brought it all back to the surface.
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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, bringing with it a sense of normalcy to the tumultuous morning. Revathy sat up in bed, her thoughts racing back to that fateful night in Gurgaon. The party, the glitz and glamour, the whispers of desire that had filled the air. She had worn a blouse so skimpy that it barely contained her ample breasts, and a saree that clung to her body like a second skin. Alok had warned her about the male gaze, but she had waved it off with a laugh, confident in her ability to handle any situation.
The evening had been a whirlwind of laughter, drinks, and flirtatious banter. Men had approached her, their eyes hungrily devouring every inch of her exposed flesh, but she had deftly maneuvered through the crowd, her wit and charm leaving them all in her thrall. As the night grew later, she had retreated upstairs to the restroom to freshen up, the cacophony of the party momentarily forgotten. It was there, in the quiet of the dimly lit corridor, that she had felt the strong arms of a stranger wrap around her waist, lifting her off the floor and carrying her into a dark, unused room.
Her heart had raced as she recognized the scent of alcohol and sweat on his breath, his grip tightening as he pushed her against the wall. Panic had started to set in, but she had been too drunk to protest effectively, the world spinning around her. The room was a blur, the only discernible feature the soft thud of the door shutting behind them. His hands had been everywhere, exploring her body as if it were a treasure map, and she had been too stunned to do anything but gasp for breath. His mouth had found hers, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, tasting her, claiming her.
The stranger's rough touch had been a stark contrast to Alok's gentle caresses, his hands squeezing her breasts with a possessiveness that had both terrified and aroused her. Her blouse had been torn, the fabric fluttering to the ground as he revealed her nakedness to the shadows. His voice was a gruff whisper in her ear, the words a mix of Hindi and English, filled with lust and dominance. Her protests had only fueled his desire, his laughter echoing in the darkness as he hoisted her onto the dusty bed.
Revathy could feel the heat of his body against her back, his heavy breaths a reminder of the power he wielded. He had grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he whispered lewd suggestions, his free hand exploring her curves with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His cock was indeed massive, and she could feel it pressing against her thigh as he positioned himself behind her. The room spun as he pushed into her, the sound of fabric ripping as he claimed her in the most primal of ways. She had screamed out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as he filled her completely. The smell of him, the feel of his rough hands, it all brought back memories of that night in Gurgaon, the party she had attended with Alok.
Alok had warned her about the risks of wearing such a revealing outfit, but she had brushed him off, feeling sexy and powerful in her skimpy blouse and clinging saree. She had flirted with the men at the party, enjoying the attention, feeling alive and desired again after the monotony of motherhood. But she had not anticipated the darkness that awaited her upstairs, where she had gone to freshen up. The stranger had emerged from the shadows, his strength overwhelming her as he pinned her against the wall and claimed her. She had been too tipsy to protest, the situation too confusing and terrifying to comprehend.
The stranger had been relentless, his grip on her wrists bruising as he bent her over the bed, his thick member pushing into her tight, unexplored asshole. The pain had been unbearable at first, but she had gritted her teeth and took it, knowing that screaming would only bring more unwanted attention. She had heard the fabric of her panties tear as he had plunged into her, and she had felt a strange sense of humiliation and excitement mingle within her. His grunts of pleasure had filled the room, as he used her like a toy, her own moans and pleas lost in the cacophony of the party below.
When he had finally finished, leaving her panting and trembling, she had stumbled to the bathroom, her body aching from his brutal assault. She had washed herself clean, trying to scrub away the feel of his seed, the memory of his rough touch. Looking into the mirror, she had seen the woman she had become, her eyes wide with shock and desire, her lipstick smudged from his kisses, her hair a mess from his frenzied grip. She had felt a strange sense of accomplishment, of being desired so fiercely by a man who didn't care who she was, who didn't whisper sweet nothings or treat her with gentle respect.
Making her way back to the party, she had noticed the knowing looks thrown her way by the other guests. They had seen her leave with the stranger, heard the muffled noises from the room. The whispers had followed her like a shadow, and she had felt a perverse thrill knowing that she was the subject of their gossip. She had walked out of the room with her head held high, her dignity in shreds, but her desire unabated. She had found Alok, who had been frantically searching for her, and had collapsed into his arms, hiding her tears.
The rest of the evening had been a blur, filled with forced smiles and small talk. She had felt the stranger's cum leaking out of her, staining her clothes, but she had said nothing. Alok had noticed her discomfort but had been too concerned with his own insecurities to ask what had happened. They had left the party early, and she had feigned a headache, eager to get home and clean herself up.
Once they were in the safety of their own bedroom, she had stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the evidence of her infidelity. She had scrubbed herself until her skin was raw, trying to rid herself of the feeling of being used and violated. Alok had hovered outside the bathroom, asking if she was okay, but she had been too ashamed to tell him the truth.
The days that followed were a mix of guilt and a strange sense of excitement. She found herself reliving the encounter in her mind, the pain and the pleasure intertwined in a confusing dance. She had always been a good wife, a good daughter-in-law, a good mother, but now she had a secret that made her feel alive. The very thought of the people who had seen her as the ideal Indian wife now knowing what she had done made her blush and squirm with arousal.
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Revathy couldn't shake off the image of that stranger from her mind. His rough hands, his urgent need, the way he claimed her in the most primal way possible—it was a stark contrast to the gentle love-making she shared with Alok. Though she had indulged in a few one-night stands before marriage, those encounters were tame in comparison to the raw, unbridled passion she had experienced that fateful night in Gurgaon.
she resolved to bring this newfound zest into her daily life. She woke up early, the house still shrouded in the soft whispers of the dawn. After ensuring Arun was still fast asleep, she tiptoed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water cascading down her body washed away the last vestiges of sleep, leaving her feeling alive and rejuvenated. She took her time, letting the water caress her skin, her mind wandering back to the unexplored territories of her sexuality.
With renewed vigor, she stepped out of the shower and quickly got dressed. She chose a salwar kameez that hugged her body in all the right places, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The dupatta was flimsy, a sheer veil that hinted at the treasures beneath. She applied a hint of makeup, her eyes smoldering with a desire that had been dormant for too long. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as she walked into the kitchen to prepare Alok's breakfast. The sizzle of the eggs and the aroma of the spices were a comforting soundtrack to her morning ritual.
Arun, still groggy from sleep, stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his favorite breakfast—pancakes with chocolate sauce. "Momma, you're the best!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her waist. The innocence of his affection was a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions that churned within her. She forced a smile and kissed his forehead, trying to push the thoughts of the previous night aside.
The week rolled by in a blur of work and parental responsibilities. Revathy's days at the insurance firm were hectic, the long hours and the constant need to be on her toes keeping her mind off Naginder's persistent calls. She had always been a strong-willed woman, her sexual encounters, with the exception of those one or two forced moments, were a result of her own volition. However, the thrill of those dark memories lingered, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had been playing with fire.
Alok, on the other hand, was buried in his work, unaware of the storm brewing in Revathy's mind. The occasional glance at his phone revealed missed calls from Naginder, but she never mentioned them. She knew that maintaining Naginder's favor would be a strategic move, especially in a place like Navi Mumbai where connections could be the difference between a quiet life and constant harassment.
The following week passed by in a whirlwind of policy drafts and client meetings. The office was a maelstrom of activity, leaving Revathy with little time to dwell on the shadowy desires that had taken root within her. Yet, every night as she lay in bed beside Alok, the whispers of the past grew louder. Her thoughts would drift to the rough hands of the stranger in Gurgaon, the heat of his breath on her neck, the feeling of being taken without consent. It was a dangerous game she played, one that could consume her if she wasn't careful.
On a particularly restless evening, her phone buzzed with a message from Naginder. Alok and Arun were both sound asleep, and she knew she couldn't ignore the vibration for long without risking waking them. With trembling fingers, she read the message, her heart racing. Her stomach clenched at the thought of his touch, but she knew she needed to keep him at bay. She had promised herself she would do no such thing again. But the temptation was too great, the thrill of the unknown too potent.
When Naginder's calls grew more insistent, she slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. She tiptoed to the balcony, the cold tiles sending a shiver down her spine. She knew she shouldn't be taking his call, but something about his urgency made her want to hear what he had to say. She stepped outside, the night air cool against her skin, and answered the phone. His voice was thick with desire, and she felt a rush of excitement that she had not felt in a long time.
"Revathy, I need to see you tonight," Naginder whispered into the phone, his voice low and seductive. "I have something important to tell you, something that could change everything."
Her heart thudded in her chest. She knew she should say no, she had promised herself she would not let him in again. But the allure of his words, the promise of something that could advance her career, was too tempting to resist. She glanced at the clock, the digital numbers glowing red in the darkness. It was already 10 PM. Alok and Arun were both in deep sleep. Carefully, she stepped into the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind her. She took a deep breath and responded, "Alright, but just for a short while."
Naginder's car was sleek and new, the headlights piercing the night as they pulled out of the driveway. The engine purred quietly, the leather seats enveloping her body in a seductive embrace. She felt a thrill of excitement mingled with fear. What was she doing?
"You look so sexy in this outfit, Revathy," Naginder said, his eyes never leaving the road. His words hung in the air, thick with meaning. She knew he was referring to the skimpy shorts and spaghetti top she had worn to bed, now her only defense against the cool evening breeze. She had hoped to hide them under her dupatta, but his call had made that impossible.
Revathy felt a shiver run down her spine, but she played along. "Thanks, Naginder. It's just something comfortable to sleep in." She tugged at the hem of her shorts, pulling them down slightly to cover more of her exposed thighs.
Naginder's eyes gleamed in the dim light. "I'm sure it's very comfortable... for certain activities." His voice was low, a clear invitation to flirtation.
Revathy swallowed hard. "What kind of information are you talking about, Naginder?"
He smirked, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. "Oh, you know, just some insider tips that could help you climb the corporate ladder faster. Nothing that would get you into trouble."
Her heart racing, Revathy stepped into the car, the leather seats cool against her bare thighs. She had hoped the darkness would hide her skimpy attire, but Naginder's gaze was like a spotlight, tracing every curve and exposing her.
"Thanks for coming out, Revathy," Naginder said, his eyes devouring her. "You look... refreshed."
"I hope it's worth the trouble," she replied coyly, sliding into the passenger seat and removing her dupatta. The skimpy shorts and spaghetti top she had donned for comfort now felt like a second skin, hugging her body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Naginder's gaze was unmistakable, his eyes roving over her exposed thighs and the hint of cleavage.
"Trust me, it will be," Naginder said, his voice thick with desire as he started the engine. The car's headlights pierced the darkness, illuminating the deserted street as they drove away from the sleeping household.
The car's smooth ride did little to calm the tumultuous thoughts in Revathy's mind. She watched the scenery fly by, her heart pounding in her chest. When Naginder pulled the car onto a secluded dirt path near the highway, she couldn't suppress her surprise. "Why so secretive, Naginder?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.
Without a word, Naginder reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB drive. "This is what I wanted to show you, Revathy." He handed it to her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and challenge. "This is the 'katta chittha' of a politician you've been looking for. It's all here."
Revathy's hand trembled as she took the pendrive, her eyes widening in astonishment. "What is this?" she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady.
"This," Naginder said with a smirk, "is your golden ticket. The 'katta chitta' of a politician that's been hiding in the shadows for too long. Expose him, and you'll be the star of Navi Mumbai. Maybe even the whole of Maharashtra." His tone was filled with a seductive promise, one that seemed to hang in the air like the musky scent of his cologne.
Revathy's eyes darted from the USB drive to Naginder's face, trying to read the intentions behind his generosity. "But why me? And why like this?" she asked, her voice still shaky.
Naginder leaned closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Because you're the only one I trust. And because I know you crave this as much as I do." He paused, his hand lingering on her thigh. "And because I want to watch you shine, Revathy."
Her mind raced as she processed his words. A career-defining scoop was within her grasp, and all it would cost was a little...compromise. She looked at the USB drive in her hand, feeling its weight and the power it contained. Was this what she wanted? To climb the corporate ladder on the back of someone else's downfall?
Naginder's hand grew bolder, moving from her thigh to cup her ass firmly. His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "Remember my ass is on the line here, and so is yours." His words were a not-so-subtle reminder of the risk they were both taking. "So you better take care of it good and expose this motherfucker," he added, giving her ass a squeeze.
Revathy's heart pounded in her chest as she was torn between the allure of the professional opportunity and the fear of what might happen next. The USB drive felt like a hot potato in her hand, and she clutched it tightly as she contemplated the consequences of their actions. The heady mix of danger and desire was a cocktail she hadn't tasted in a long time, and she was surprised to find it intoxicating.
Naginder's hand remained on her ass, his grip tightening slightly as he whispered his ultimatum. She could feel his arousal through the fabric of her shorts, and it sent a shiver down her spine. His words were crude, but the intent was clear: they were in this together, and she had to play her part. The power dynamics of the situation were undeniable, and she felt a thrill at the thought of being part of something so risky and potentially explosive.
Revathy took a deep breath and turned to face Naginder, a playful smile on her lips. "Don't worry, Naginder," she purred, her voice low and seductive, "I'll make sure no one fucks over your plans." She winked at him, the double meaning of her words hanging in the air like a scent. Her heart raced as she watched his expression, hoping she had read the room correctly.
As she bent down to get some milk from the fridge, she noticed a smear of chocolate on the floor. Her heart raced as she recalled the cake from last night. But the fridge was empty, and there was no sign of the dessert anywhere. She must have cleaned it up without realizing, she thought, and brushed the thought aside, focusing on her yoga routine. The early morning light streamed in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. The quietness of the house was occasionally pierced by the distant sounds of the still bustling city outside.
After preparing breakfast, she woke Arun up, his eyes still groggy from sleep. They sat down to eat together, the silence between them filled with the comfort of familiarity. As they finished, the doorbell rang, jolting them both. She looked at the time - it was only 8 AM. Who could it be at this hour? She opened the door to find Naginder standing outside, looking slightly disheveled.
"I came to see if you guys are okay," he said, peering into the house. "The storm was pretty intense last night."
Revati felt a mix of relief and anxiety as she saw Naginder's face. She had hoped he had forgotten about last night's incident, but the way he was looking at her suggested otherwise. "Thanks, Naginder. We're fine," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "The storm kept us up, but we managed."
Ignoring his calls, she had hoped to avoid any further awkwardness. However, the universe had different plans for her. As the day progressed, she found it hard to concentrate on her work or even take care of Arun. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the uncomfortable sensations she had felt the previous night, leaving her confused and slightly aroused.
The evening brought its own set of surprises when she heard the doorbell ring. It was Alok, her husband, standing there with a bouquet of her favorite roses and a wide smile on his face. He had returned from his two-month-long business trip, eager to surprise her. Arun jumped with joy, hugging his father tightly, while Revathy felt a mix of emotions - happiness, guilt, and a sudden spike in her libido.
Post dinner, the romantic ambiance grew stronger as Alok sat next to her on the couch. The candles flickered, casting a warm glow on their faces. The TV played a Bollywood romance in the background, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Alok's hand found its way to her thigh, gently caressing it as they talked about his trip. Revathy's mind was racing, thinking about the previous night's encounter with Naginder. She tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the man she loved, the man who had been absent from her life for too long.
The conversation grew quiet as Alok leaned in to kiss her. Her body responded instinctively, craving the touch she had been denied for the past two months. The kiss grew deeper, and she felt his hand move higher up her leg, dangerously close to the spot where Naginder had so shamelessly groped her. Her breath hitched, and she pulled away, feigning a yawn. "I think it's time for bed," she said, her voice slightly shaky.
Alok took the hint and led her to the bedroom, where they undressed in the dim light. He slid into bed next to her, and she could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. Her own desire was a tangible force, a pent-up dam ready to burst. But as his hands began to explore her body, she couldn't shake the feeling of Naginder's touch. She forced herself to focus on Alok, his familiar scent and the way his hands knew her curves so well.
Their kisses grew more urgent, and Alok's hands found her breasts, cupping and squeezing them gently. Normally, this would have sent waves of pleasure through her body, but tonight, all she could think about was Naginder's rough grip. She bit her lip to keep from gasping as Alok's thumb brushed her nipple. Her mind was a battleground, torn between the love she had for her husband and the unwelcome arousal brought on by the other man's touch.
Alok, oblivious to her internal struggle, slid his hand down to her panties. He slipped a finger inside her, and she couldn't help but moan. His touch was gentle and loving, a stark contrast to Naginder's crude intrusion. But as he began to kiss her neck, she felt the phantom of Naginder's breath on her skin, and her body betrayed her, arching into her husband's touch. Alok took this as a sign of encouragement and began to undress her completely.
He laid her down on the bed, his eyes filled with desire. He kissed and licked her body, his hands exploring every inch of her, trying to find the spark that would set her ablaze. But as he entered her, the ghost of Naginder's touch remained, a barrier between them. Revathy closed her eyes, willing herself to focus on the man she loved, but the memory of the other man's brutal passion haunted her. Alok's strokes grew faster, his breathing heavier, and she knew he was close.
The storm outside grew fiercer, mirroring the tumultuous emotions within her. She bit down on her pillow to muffle her cries, feeling guilty for the thoughts that plagued her. Alok's movements grew more frantic, and she knew he was about to climax. She faked an orgasm, not wanting to disappoint him. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and spent. She felt nothing but emptiness, the wildness she craved unfulfilled.
After a few moments of silence, Alok rolled over to the side, his chest heaving with exhaustion. He looked at her with a smug smile, "I think I satisfied you tonight, didn't I?"
Revathy couldn't help but smirk. She knew he was fishing for a compliment, but she felt like teasing him instead. "Well, it was nice," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Alok's smile faltered. "Just nice?"
Revathy chuckled and turned to face him, her hand running down his chest. "You know I enjoy it with you, but sometimes I just wish it could be a little...wilder."
Alok's eyes lit up with a mix of confusion and excitement. "Wilder?" He propped himself up on one elbow. "What do you mean by that?"
Revathy giggled, enjoying the game she had started. "You know, like those romance novels I read," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Passionate, unbridled, like we're the only two people in the world."
Alok swallowed hard, his curiosity piqued. "But when was the last time you felt that way?" he pressed, his voice a whisper in the dark.
Revathy's smirk grew wider. "Well, I can't exactly remember," she said, her tone playfully evasive. "But I'm sure it was before you started reading those bedtime stories to Arun every night."
Alok's eyes widened in surprise. He knew she was hinting at something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "You mean...before we got married?"
"I didn't say that," Revathy replied with a wink, her voice low and sultry. "But let's just say, I had quite the wild days before I settled down."
Alok's curiosity was piqued. "Is that so?" He tried to keep his tone light, but he could feel a knot forming in his stomach. "So, what do you have in mind?"
Revathy took a sip of water, her eyes never leaving his. "Well," she began, "you know I've always liked a bit of adventure. And with you being away on business so often, who knows what could happen?"
Alok felt a twinge of jealousy, but also a strange excitement. He had always known his wife was a fiery woman, but this was a side of her he hadn't seen in a while. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Revathy took his hand and placed it on her bare thigh, just under the hem of her shorts. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I'm saying," she whispered, "that I've been thinking about trying new things." She paused, her hand moving higher up her leg, almost touching the damp fabric of her panties. "Things that might make us both feel alive again."
Alok's eyes followed the path of her hand, his cock now standing at full attention. The jealousy was still there, but it was mixed with a thrill that he hadn't felt in a long time. He tried to keep his composure, but his pulse was racing. "What kind of things?" he managed to ask, his voice a little shakier than he would have liked.
Revathy leaned back against the pillows, her hand now playing with the waistband of her shorts. "You tell me, Alok Sahab," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Do you fantasize about me with other men?"
Alok felt his cheeks flush. He was flabbergasted by her directness, not knowing how to respond. Yet, his nervousness was tinged with excitement. He swallowed hard and tried to act casual, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, I guess everyone has their fantasies," he replied, his voice betraying his inner turmoil.
Revathy noticed his discomfort and decided to turn up the heat. She bit her lower lip and whispered, "But, my dear, those fantasies can become reality if you dare to explore them." Her hand slipped inside her shorts, her fingers tracing the edge of her panties. Alok's gaze was fixed on her, unable to look away as she continued, "You know, I've had... encounters that you wouldn't even imagine."
Alok felt a mix of anger and arousal, the line between the two blurring. "How many, Revathy?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "How many cocks have you tasted other than mine?"
Revathy's eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement. "Oh, the taste of adventure," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Why count the stars in the sky, Alok? They're all unique, aren't they?" Her hand slipped further into her shorts, her fingers moving in a way that made Alok's cock throb.
It was too much for Alok. The jealousy and arousal were a potent mix, and he felt like he was about to explode. He sat up abruptly, his chest heaving with excitement and anger. "Revathy, stop playing games," he growled, his eyes dark with desire.
Revathy just laughed, a teasing glint in her eye. "But I'm just getting started," she said, her hand still moving rhythmically under the fabric.
Alok couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, his erection tenting his pajama bottoms. "You're a naughty girl," he said, his voice strained. "I need to... I need some air." He stepped back, retreating to the balcony. The cool night breeze did little to calm the fire raging inside him. He leaned against the railing, trying to compose himself.
Revathy watched him, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had him hooked, and she liked it. She slipped her hand out of her shorts and stood up, walking towards him with a sultry sway. "You don't have to go so far for fresh air, Alok," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I can give you something much more...refreshing."
Alok's resolve crumbled. He turned to face her, his eyes raking over her body. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice tight.
"I want you to take me," she said, her voice low and inviting. "Like you used to."
Alok's eyes widened at her words. He was about to explode with a mix of passion and frustration. He had never seen this side of Revathy, and it was both thrilling and terrifying. He knew that if he didn't give her what she wanted now, it would only drive a wedge between them. But the thought of her with someone else was too much to handle. He took a deep breath and nodded, his heart racing.
Revathy noticed the internal struggle on Alok's face and took a step closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She slid her hand down his body, reaching for his crotch, and whispered in his ear, "You know you want this." Alok's body responded despite his conflicted emotions, and he found himself growing hard at her touch. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, trying to regain control of the situation.
"Tell me more," he said, his voice gruff with desire.
Revathy leaned in closer, her breath hot on his neck. "It was at a party. I went upstairs to freshen up, and suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind. I couldn't see his face, but he was so strong. He bent me over the bed, and..." She paused, watching the hunger in Alok's eyes grow with every word. "He fucked me like I've never been fucked before. Doggy style, just like you like it." She could feel his cock throb against her stomach, and she knew she had him hooked.
Alok's grip tightened on her hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Was it before or after we got married?"
Revathy's eyes gleamed with mischief. "After, my love. But it was just a wild party, and I didn't know who he was." She watched as Alok's face contorted with a mix of lust and anger. "But you know what, Alok?" She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "You are the only one who truly knows me, who truly satisfies me."
Alok's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign that she was lying. He didn't find it. The jealousy in his gut transformed into a fiery passion. "Show me," he demanded, his voice gruff. "Show me how you liked it."
Revathy's hand slipped down to the button of her shorts , and she began to unzip them slowly, knowing she had to play this game to get what she wanted. She turned around and bent over the bed, her heart racing as she recalled the anonymous encounter. She knew this was her chance to drive Alok wild.
"It was after we got married," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "It was so intense, so raw. He just took me, and I couldn't do anything but take it. He was so rough, so demanding. It was like nothing I had ever felt before."
Alok's eyes grew dark with a mix of emotions—jealousy, anger, and an unmistakable spark of desire. He knew he had to take control of the situation, to claim what was his. He grabbed Revathy's hips and pulled her closer, his erection pressing against her. "Tell me everything," he growled, his grip tightening.
Revathy's breath hitched as she began to recount the illicit encounter. "He pushed me against the wall," she murmured, her eyes closed, lost in the memory. "I could feel his hardness, and he didn't even bother to be gentle. He just... entered me from behind." She paused, feeling Alok's arousal growing against her. "It was so sudden, so overwhelming. And I... I liked it."
Alok's grip on her hips tightened, his mind racing with the image of his wife with another man. He tried to suppress his anger, focusing instead on the possessive need to reclaim her. "And your ass?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.
Revathy's eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze in the mirror. "Yes," she breathed, "he took me there too. It was... it was a first for me." Her words were like a match to dry grass, igniting Alok's passion further.
With a fierce growl, Alok yanked her shorts down, exposing her round, inviting ass to the cool air. He could see the faint marks from the chocolate smear that had been Naginder's tongue. Rage boiled in his veins, and he slapped her ass, hard. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of the depravity of the night before.
"Why didn't you scream?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Revathy's eyes met his in the mirror, a mix of fear and arousal swirling within them. "He... he stuffed my torn panty into my mouth," she whispered, the fabric of her nightware sticking to her wet skin as she trembled. "I couldn't make a sound. I was so scared."
Alok's eyes narrowed, his grip on her hips tightening. "But you saw me," he accused, his voice a rough whisper. "You saw me at the party, standing by the window, watching."
Revathy nodded, the memory of that fateful evening replaying in her mind's eye. "Yes," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "But he was... he was so strong, Alok. And I was... I was so drunk." She flinched as he slapped her ass again, the sting sending a jolt of electricity through her body, mixing with the arousal she felt at his dominance. "I tried to push him away, but he just kept saying that I wanted it, that I was begging for it."
Alok's breath hitched, his fists clenching at his sides. "But you didn't want it," he insisted, his voice tight with emotion. "You didn't want him."
Revathy's eyes searched his in the mirror, finding the storm of emotions swirling within. "I didn't," she confessed, her voice shaky. "But I was trapped, Alok. I was so scared."
Alok's hand paused mid-air, his heart pounding. "Why didn't you scream?" he managed to ask, his voice laced with a mix of anger and hurt.
Revathy looked down at the floor, the shame evident in her posture. "He... he stuffed my torn panty into my mouth," she whispered, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "I was so shocked and scared, I couldn't make a sound." She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "I saw you at the window, but I couldn't do anything. I was helpless."
Alok's rage grew, his eyes darkening as he pictured the scene. He stepped closer to her, his hand now moving to grip her chin firmly, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice low and intense. "Look at me and tell me, did you enjoy it?"
Revathy's eyes danced with a mischievous glint as she teased him with a seductive smile. "What do you think, Alok?" she murmured, her voice dripping with sexual innuendo. "Did I enjoy being used by that animal?"
Alok's grip tightened on her chin, his eyes narrowing. "Answer me," he growled, his voice a mix of anger and desire.
Revathy's smile grew wider as she whispered, "Alok, my love, it's just a story. You know I could never enjoy another man's touch." But the twinkle in her eyes betrayed the thrill she felt from his jealousy.
Alok's eyes searched hers, a mix of rage and lust swirling within them. He didn't care if it was true or not. The thought of her with another man had driven him mad with desire. He pulled her closer, his hands moving from her chin to her waist, and before she could react, he had her bent over the sofa, her shorts and panties around her ankles.
"Alok, no, please," she gasped, the fear from her story mixing with the excitement of the moment. But she didn't resist. In fact, she arched her back, pushing her ass towards him, inviting his rage-filled embrace. Alok took this as a sign of consent and with one swift movement, he plunged into her wet pussy, his thrusts brutal and deep.
The sofa creaked under their weight as Alok's hips pistoned into her, his anger fueling his passion. Each thrust was a punishment for her perceived infidelity, yet she took it with a moan of pleasure. Her own hands grabbed the sofa cushions tightly, her knuckles turning white as she pushed back against him, urging him deeper. The pain from his grip on her chin and the sting of his words only heightened her arousal.
"Alok," she panted, "yes, I enjoyed it. Fuck me like that, baby, like you own me," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and submission. Her words were a knife twisting in his gut, but they also brought him closer to the edge. He wanted to prove to her, and to himself, that she belonged to him and only him.
With a feral growl, Alok increased his pace, his grip on her hips tightening. He could feel his orgasm building, his anger and passion coalescing into a white-hot need to claim her. Revathy's eyes widened as she felt him swell inside her, his movements becoming more erratic. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, but the question remained if this was what she truly desired.
As the storm outside raged, so did the tempest within her. The fabricated tale of infidelity had been a test, a way to stir the embers of their stagnant love life. The truth was, she had never been with anyone else, but the thrill of watching Alok's jealousy and possessiveness was intoxicating. It was a dance they had danced before, but this time the stakes felt higher.
Revathy looked over her shoulder at Alok, her eyes gleaming with a mix of frustration and excitement. She had hoped that her story would push him to be more adventurous, to take charge and show her that she was still the object of his desire. Instead, she found him spent, his aggression waning as quickly as it had come.
"Fuck you, Alok," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. "I cooked up that story to motivate you, and you couldn't even reach the climax." Alok's face fell, his pride bruised. He had been so caught up in the moment, so lost in his jealous rage, that he hadn't noticed her ploy. The room fell silent, the only sound the distant thunder outside.
He looked at her, his eyes searching hers for a hint of truth. The realization dawned on him that it had all been a test, a way to push him to the brink of his inhibitions. Embarrassment washed over him as he realized she had seen through his weakness, his fear of losing her to someone else. He had failed her, and in doing so, had failed himself.
Revathy saw the hurt in his eyes and immediately felt a pang of guilt. She had gone too far, she knew, but she had wanted to stir something in him, to bring them closer. She turned to face him fully, her breasts pressing against him.
"Alok," she began softly, her voice like a caress. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like that." She reached out to him, her hand tentative in the space between them. "I just wanted us to spice things up, to feel alive again."
Alok sighed, his grip on her hips loosening. He knew she was right; their marriage had become stale. But the thought of her with another man, even if it was a lie, had brought out feelings he hadn't known he had. He leaned in and kissed her, a gentle kiss filled with the promise of forgiveness and the hope of rekindled passion.
Revathy melted into the kiss, feeling his warmth and love. She knew she had pushed him, but she also knew that their love was strong enough to handle it. As they pulled away, she whispered, "Yes, baby, it was all a story." The lie rolled off her tongue easily, a small price to pay for the spark in his eyes.
"it was all story ..right ? "Alok's gaze searched hers, looking for the truth, but finding only passion. He didn't press further; the moment was too precious. They lay there, holding each other tightly, listening to the rain outside. The thunder had ceased, leaving only the steady patter of raindrops to serenade them.
"Revathy," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "I love you. I always have, and I always will."
Revathy felt a knot in her stomach untangle. She didn't dare say anything else, afraid to shatter the moment. She just nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. Alok pulled her closer, and she buried her face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat throb against her cheek.
They lay there for a while, the tension in the room slowly dissipating like the storm outside. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Alok's eyes snapped open. He looked down at Revathy, his gaze intense. "We need to do something about this," he murmured as he passed into sleep.
The following morning, the rain had stopped, and the air was filled with a sense of renewal. Revathy woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen. She stretched her naked body, feeling the sting of the marks from the previous night's escapade. Her thoughts immediately drifted back to the Gurgaon party, the memory of that night as vivid as the bruises on her skin. She had never told Alok about that night. It was one of her dirty, naughty secrets, a wild chapter in her pre-marriage life that she had kept hidden from him. The party had been a masquerade, a night of anonymous lust where she had let go of all inhibitions, dancing and flirting until a mysterious stranger had taken her to a secluded corner and ravished her in a way she had never experienced before. The thrill of the unknown, the raw passion, and the dominance had been intoxicating. It was a side of herself she had buried deep, but last night's confession had brought it all back to the surface.
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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, bringing with it a sense of normalcy to the tumultuous morning. Revathy sat up in bed, her thoughts racing back to that fateful night in Gurgaon. The party, the glitz and glamour, the whispers of desire that had filled the air. She had worn a blouse so skimpy that it barely contained her ample breasts, and a saree that clung to her body like a second skin. Alok had warned her about the male gaze, but she had waved it off with a laugh, confident in her ability to handle any situation.
The evening had been a whirlwind of laughter, drinks, and flirtatious banter. Men had approached her, their eyes hungrily devouring every inch of her exposed flesh, but she had deftly maneuvered through the crowd, her wit and charm leaving them all in her thrall. As the night grew later, she had retreated upstairs to the restroom to freshen up, the cacophony of the party momentarily forgotten. It was there, in the quiet of the dimly lit corridor, that she had felt the strong arms of a stranger wrap around her waist, lifting her off the floor and carrying her into a dark, unused room.
Her heart had raced as she recognized the scent of alcohol and sweat on his breath, his grip tightening as he pushed her against the wall. Panic had started to set in, but she had been too drunk to protest effectively, the world spinning around her. The room was a blur, the only discernible feature the soft thud of the door shutting behind them. His hands had been everywhere, exploring her body as if it were a treasure map, and she had been too stunned to do anything but gasp for breath. His mouth had found hers, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, tasting her, claiming her.
The stranger's rough touch had been a stark contrast to Alok's gentle caresses, his hands squeezing her breasts with a possessiveness that had both terrified and aroused her. Her blouse had been torn, the fabric fluttering to the ground as he revealed her nakedness to the shadows. His voice was a gruff whisper in her ear, the words a mix of Hindi and English, filled with lust and dominance. Her protests had only fueled his desire, his laughter echoing in the darkness as he hoisted her onto the dusty bed.
Revathy could feel the heat of his body against her back, his heavy breaths a reminder of the power he wielded. He had grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he whispered lewd suggestions, his free hand exploring her curves with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His cock was indeed massive, and she could feel it pressing against her thigh as he positioned himself behind her. The room spun as he pushed into her, the sound of fabric ripping as he claimed her in the most primal of ways. She had screamed out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as he filled her completely. The smell of him, the feel of his rough hands, it all brought back memories of that night in Gurgaon, the party she had attended with Alok.
Alok had warned her about the risks of wearing such a revealing outfit, but she had brushed him off, feeling sexy and powerful in her skimpy blouse and clinging saree. She had flirted with the men at the party, enjoying the attention, feeling alive and desired again after the monotony of motherhood. But she had not anticipated the darkness that awaited her upstairs, where she had gone to freshen up. The stranger had emerged from the shadows, his strength overwhelming her as he pinned her against the wall and claimed her. She had been too tipsy to protest, the situation too confusing and terrifying to comprehend.
The stranger had been relentless, his grip on her wrists bruising as he bent her over the bed, his thick member pushing into her tight, unexplored asshole. The pain had been unbearable at first, but she had gritted her teeth and took it, knowing that screaming would only bring more unwanted attention. She had heard the fabric of her panties tear as he had plunged into her, and she had felt a strange sense of humiliation and excitement mingle within her. His grunts of pleasure had filled the room, as he used her like a toy, her own moans and pleas lost in the cacophony of the party below.
When he had finally finished, leaving her panting and trembling, she had stumbled to the bathroom, her body aching from his brutal assault. She had washed herself clean, trying to scrub away the feel of his seed, the memory of his rough touch. Looking into the mirror, she had seen the woman she had become, her eyes wide with shock and desire, her lipstick smudged from his kisses, her hair a mess from his frenzied grip. She had felt a strange sense of accomplishment, of being desired so fiercely by a man who didn't care who she was, who didn't whisper sweet nothings or treat her with gentle respect.
Making her way back to the party, she had noticed the knowing looks thrown her way by the other guests. They had seen her leave with the stranger, heard the muffled noises from the room. The whispers had followed her like a shadow, and she had felt a perverse thrill knowing that she was the subject of their gossip. She had walked out of the room with her head held high, her dignity in shreds, but her desire unabated. She had found Alok, who had been frantically searching for her, and had collapsed into his arms, hiding her tears.
The rest of the evening had been a blur, filled with forced smiles and small talk. She had felt the stranger's cum leaking out of her, staining her clothes, but she had said nothing. Alok had noticed her discomfort but had been too concerned with his own insecurities to ask what had happened. They had left the party early, and she had feigned a headache, eager to get home and clean herself up.
Once they were in the safety of their own bedroom, she had stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the evidence of her infidelity. She had scrubbed herself until her skin was raw, trying to rid herself of the feeling of being used and violated. Alok had hovered outside the bathroom, asking if she was okay, but she had been too ashamed to tell him the truth.
The days that followed were a mix of guilt and a strange sense of excitement. She found herself reliving the encounter in her mind, the pain and the pleasure intertwined in a confusing dance. She had always been a good wife, a good daughter-in-law, a good mother, but now she had a secret that made her feel alive. The very thought of the people who had seen her as the ideal Indian wife now knowing what she had done made her blush and squirm with arousal.
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Revathy couldn't shake off the image of that stranger from her mind. His rough hands, his urgent need, the way he claimed her in the most primal way possible—it was a stark contrast to the gentle love-making she shared with Alok. Though she had indulged in a few one-night stands before marriage, those encounters were tame in comparison to the raw, unbridled passion she had experienced that fateful night in Gurgaon.
she resolved to bring this newfound zest into her daily life. She woke up early, the house still shrouded in the soft whispers of the dawn. After ensuring Arun was still fast asleep, she tiptoed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water cascading down her body washed away the last vestiges of sleep, leaving her feeling alive and rejuvenated. She took her time, letting the water caress her skin, her mind wandering back to the unexplored territories of her sexuality.
With renewed vigor, she stepped out of the shower and quickly got dressed. She chose a salwar kameez that hugged her body in all the right places, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The dupatta was flimsy, a sheer veil that hinted at the treasures beneath. She applied a hint of makeup, her eyes smoldering with a desire that had been dormant for too long. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as she walked into the kitchen to prepare Alok's breakfast. The sizzle of the eggs and the aroma of the spices were a comforting soundtrack to her morning ritual.
Arun, still groggy from sleep, stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his favorite breakfast—pancakes with chocolate sauce. "Momma, you're the best!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her waist. The innocence of his affection was a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions that churned within her. She forced a smile and kissed his forehead, trying to push the thoughts of the previous night aside.
The week rolled by in a blur of work and parental responsibilities. Revathy's days at the insurance firm were hectic, the long hours and the constant need to be on her toes keeping her mind off Naginder's persistent calls. She had always been a strong-willed woman, her sexual encounters, with the exception of those one or two forced moments, were a result of her own volition. However, the thrill of those dark memories lingered, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that she had been playing with fire.
Alok, on the other hand, was buried in his work, unaware of the storm brewing in Revathy's mind. The occasional glance at his phone revealed missed calls from Naginder, but she never mentioned them. She knew that maintaining Naginder's favor would be a strategic move, especially in a place like Navi Mumbai where connections could be the difference between a quiet life and constant harassment.
The following week passed by in a whirlwind of policy drafts and client meetings. The office was a maelstrom of activity, leaving Revathy with little time to dwell on the shadowy desires that had taken root within her. Yet, every night as she lay in bed beside Alok, the whispers of the past grew louder. Her thoughts would drift to the rough hands of the stranger in Gurgaon, the heat of his breath on her neck, the feeling of being taken without consent. It was a dangerous game she played, one that could consume her if she wasn't careful.
On a particularly restless evening, her phone buzzed with a message from Naginder. Alok and Arun were both sound asleep, and she knew she couldn't ignore the vibration for long without risking waking them. With trembling fingers, she read the message, her heart racing. Her stomach clenched at the thought of his touch, but she knew she needed to keep him at bay. She had promised herself she would do no such thing again. But the temptation was too great, the thrill of the unknown too potent.
When Naginder's calls grew more insistent, she slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. She tiptoed to the balcony, the cold tiles sending a shiver down her spine. She knew she shouldn't be taking his call, but something about his urgency made her want to hear what he had to say. She stepped outside, the night air cool against her skin, and answered the phone. His voice was thick with desire, and she felt a rush of excitement that she had not felt in a long time.
"Revathy, I need to see you tonight," Naginder whispered into the phone, his voice low and seductive. "I have something important to tell you, something that could change everything."
Her heart thudded in her chest. She knew she should say no, she had promised herself she would not let him in again. But the allure of his words, the promise of something that could advance her career, was too tempting to resist. She glanced at the clock, the digital numbers glowing red in the darkness. It was already 10 PM. Alok and Arun were both in deep sleep. Carefully, she stepped into the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind her. She took a deep breath and responded, "Alright, but just for a short while."
Naginder's car was sleek and new, the headlights piercing the night as they pulled out of the driveway. The engine purred quietly, the leather seats enveloping her body in a seductive embrace. She felt a thrill of excitement mingled with fear. What was she doing?
"You look so sexy in this outfit, Revathy," Naginder said, his eyes never leaving the road. His words hung in the air, thick with meaning. She knew he was referring to the skimpy shorts and spaghetti top she had worn to bed, now her only defense against the cool evening breeze. She had hoped to hide them under her dupatta, but his call had made that impossible.
Revathy felt a shiver run down her spine, but she played along. "Thanks, Naginder. It's just something comfortable to sleep in." She tugged at the hem of her shorts, pulling them down slightly to cover more of her exposed thighs.
Naginder's eyes gleamed in the dim light. "I'm sure it's very comfortable... for certain activities." His voice was low, a clear invitation to flirtation.
Revathy swallowed hard. "What kind of information are you talking about, Naginder?"
He smirked, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. "Oh, you know, just some insider tips that could help you climb the corporate ladder faster. Nothing that would get you into trouble."
Her heart racing, Revathy stepped into the car, the leather seats cool against her bare thighs. She had hoped the darkness would hide her skimpy attire, but Naginder's gaze was like a spotlight, tracing every curve and exposing her.
"Thanks for coming out, Revathy," Naginder said, his eyes devouring her. "You look... refreshed."
"I hope it's worth the trouble," she replied coyly, sliding into the passenger seat and removing her dupatta. The skimpy shorts and spaghetti top she had donned for comfort now felt like a second skin, hugging her body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Naginder's gaze was unmistakable, his eyes roving over her exposed thighs and the hint of cleavage.
"Trust me, it will be," Naginder said, his voice thick with desire as he started the engine. The car's headlights pierced the darkness, illuminating the deserted street as they drove away from the sleeping household.
The car's smooth ride did little to calm the tumultuous thoughts in Revathy's mind. She watched the scenery fly by, her heart pounding in her chest. When Naginder pulled the car onto a secluded dirt path near the highway, she couldn't suppress her surprise. "Why so secretive, Naginder?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.
Without a word, Naginder reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB drive. "This is what I wanted to show you, Revathy." He handed it to her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and challenge. "This is the 'katta chittha' of a politician you've been looking for. It's all here."
Revathy's hand trembled as she took the pendrive, her eyes widening in astonishment. "What is this?" she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady.
"This," Naginder said with a smirk, "is your golden ticket. The 'katta chitta' of a politician that's been hiding in the shadows for too long. Expose him, and you'll be the star of Navi Mumbai. Maybe even the whole of Maharashtra." His tone was filled with a seductive promise, one that seemed to hang in the air like the musky scent of his cologne.
Revathy's eyes darted from the USB drive to Naginder's face, trying to read the intentions behind his generosity. "But why me? And why like this?" she asked, her voice still shaky.
Naginder leaned closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Because you're the only one I trust. And because I know you crave this as much as I do." He paused, his hand lingering on her thigh. "And because I want to watch you shine, Revathy."
Her mind raced as she processed his words. A career-defining scoop was within her grasp, and all it would cost was a little...compromise. She looked at the USB drive in her hand, feeling its weight and the power it contained. Was this what she wanted? To climb the corporate ladder on the back of someone else's downfall?
Naginder's hand grew bolder, moving from her thigh to cup her ass firmly. His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "Remember my ass is on the line here, and so is yours." His words were a not-so-subtle reminder of the risk they were both taking. "So you better take care of it good and expose this motherfucker," he added, giving her ass a squeeze.
Revathy's heart pounded in her chest as she was torn between the allure of the professional opportunity and the fear of what might happen next. The USB drive felt like a hot potato in her hand, and she clutched it tightly as she contemplated the consequences of their actions. The heady mix of danger and desire was a cocktail she hadn't tasted in a long time, and she was surprised to find it intoxicating.
Naginder's hand remained on her ass, his grip tightening slightly as he whispered his ultimatum. She could feel his arousal through the fabric of her shorts, and it sent a shiver down her spine. His words were crude, but the intent was clear: they were in this together, and she had to play her part. The power dynamics of the situation were undeniable, and she felt a thrill at the thought of being part of something so risky and potentially explosive.
Revathy took a deep breath and turned to face Naginder, a playful smile on her lips. "Don't worry, Naginder," she purred, her voice low and seductive, "I'll make sure no one fucks over your plans." She winked at him, the double meaning of her words hanging in the air like a scent. Her heart raced as she watched his expression, hoping she had read the room correctly.
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