Misc. Erotica Hot Working Wife Chronicles : Revati

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He tossed the phone aside, unable to look at it anymore. He paced the room, trying to figure out what to do. Confront her? Act like nothing was wrong? His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more destructive than the last. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had been played for a fool.

The house was eerily quiet, the only sound his own ragged breathing. He walked over to the bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air, mingling with the scent of the rain. It was a scent that usually brought him comfort, but tonight it felt like a taunt.

When he saw Revathy emerge from the bathroom, her hair still damp from the shower, he couldn't help but feel a jolt of desire. She was dressed in her usual nightgown, but the way it clung to her body made it seem more seductive than usual. She looked at him with a smile, but there was something in her eyes that told him she knew he was upset.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

Alok's jaw clenched as he nodded. "Yeah, just tired," he said, his eyes avoiding hers.



Revathy could feel the tension in the air, and she knew she had to act fast. She approached him, her hand sliding around his waist. "Let me help you relax," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his ragged nerves. She looked up at him with those doe-like eyes, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

Alok felt his resolve wavering. He wanted to demand answers, to confront her about the photos and messages, but the scent of her freshly washed skin and the warmth of her body was too much to resist. He allowed her to lead him to the bed, his thoughts a jumbled mess of anger and lust.

As they lay down, Revathy began to unbutton his pants, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the confusion and anger in his eyes, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. It grew hard under her touch, responding to the familiar caress despite his tumultuous emotions.

Alok's breath hitched, his mind racing with questions. What had she been doing with Risabh? Why was she acting so nonchalant about it? He should be furious, but instead, he was painfully aroused. He felt the betrayal in his gut, but his body was betraying him, craving her touch like a starved man craves food.



Revathy straddled him, her hips swaying gently as she took his cock in her mouth. Her eyes locked onto his, watching his reaction as she took him deeper. He groaned, his fists clenching the bedsheets. It was a dance they had performed countless times before, but tonight, it felt different. Dirtier. Like she was marking her territory, claiming him as hers in the face of the competition.

Finally, unable to bear the silence anymore, she pulled away and asked, "What's bothering you, Alok?" Her voice was sweet, but there was a hint of challenge in her eyes.

He swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "It's just...the way you've been acting tonight," he said, his voice strained. "And that photo...on your phone."

Revathy's eyes widened in surprise. "What photo?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

Alok sat up, his eyes blazing. "Don't play dumb with me, Revathy," he snapped. "The one of you and Risabh. It looked like you were more than just colleagues."

Revathy's heart was racing, but she maintained her cool façade. "It's just business, Alok," she said, her voice steady. "You know how these things look. It's all part of the job."

Alok's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of deceit. "But those messages..." he began, his voice trailing off.

Revathy sat up, straddling him, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. She took his hand and placed it on her chest, over her heart. "I swear to you, Alok," she said, her voice earnest. "It's just business. We're working on a big story, and we need to be close to get the information."

Alok felt his anger wavering. He knew she was a good journalist, one of the best. But the possessive way Risabh had looked at her, the way his hand had lingered on her body, it all painted a picture he didn't want to see. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the woman in front of him, the woman he loved. "Okay," he said finally, his voice tight. "But be careful, Revathy. I don't want you to get hurt."

Revathy leaned down and kissed him, her eyes closed. "I will," she murmured, her voice sincere. "I promise."

Her mouth traveled down his body, kissing and licking his skin as she went. She could feel his tension dissipating with every touch, his body relaxing under her expert hands. When she reached his waistband, she slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, her movements deliberate and teasing. She pulled his pants down, his erection springing free, and took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently.


Alok's eyes were closed, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt her warm breath on his balls. He knew she was trying to distract him, but he couldn't help the wave of pleasure that washed over him. He felt her tongue trace the line between his balls and his thigh, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back a moan. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much she affected him.

But as she took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently, he couldn't help it. The sensation was exquisite, and his body responded with a jolt of pure lust. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, watching as she worked her magic. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing the picture of innocence she painted as she teased him. It was a stark contrast to the fiery journalist he had seen earlier in the night, the one who had stirred his anger and jealousy.

Revathy could feel his tension dissolving with every suck, his body growing more pliant under her ministrations. She knew he was still suspicious, still hurt, but she was playing a dangerous game of seduction, and she was good at it. Her tongue flicked over his balls, tasting the saltiness of his skin, feeling the weight of his cock in her hand. She knew she had him now, knew she could lead him anywhere she wanted.


Alok's hands found her hair, gripping tightly as she took his cock into her mouth. He groaned, unable to hold back any longer. She could feel his excitement growing, his grip on her hair tightening, guiding her movements. She took him deeper, her throat constricting around his length, and he bucked his hips, thrusting into her mouth.

Finally, unable to contain himself, he pulled her up and lay her down on the bed. She lifted her nightgown, revealing her naked body to him, and he positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with need. He didn't bother with sweet nothings or gentle caresses. Instead, he slammed into her, his movements rough and desperate.

"Does he fuck you like this, Revathy?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and anger. "Does he make you feel this good?" He didn't wait for an answer, pumping into her with a ferocity that surprised even him. Her body responded, her walls tightening around him, her moans filling the air.

Revathy's eyes widened with shock at his words, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep her thoughts from straying to Risabh's rough hands on her body. But the image was burned into her mind, and she found herself arching into Alok's thrusts, her body begging for more.

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Alok's words hung in the air, a dark cloud of possessiveness and jealousy. Revathy felt a jolt of excitement mixed with fear. She had never seen this side of him before, but the raw passion in his eyes was undeniable. She knew she had to play along if she wanted to keep the situation under control. "Risabh doesn't know how to touch me like this," she moaned, her voice strained with the effort of speaking while being fucked so roughly. "He couldn't make me feel like you do."

Alok's pace quickened, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made the bedframe shake. "And what about his cock?" he asked, his voice a growl. "Is it bigger than mine?"

Revathy bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's definitely not the size that matters," she said, her voice breathless. "But if he were a big, black African with a ten-inch cock..." She trailed off, watching the possessive fury in Alok's eyes with a mix of excitement and fear.

Alok's grip on her hips tightened, his strokes growing more punishing. "And what would you do?" he ground out, his teeth clenched. "Would you let him?"

Revathy's eyes fluttered shut as she felt her orgasm building. "I might," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "If he promised me the story of a lifetime."

Alok's thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged. "But you're mine," he groaned, his voice strained with passion. "You're my wife."



Revathy leaned back, her eyes meeting his. "But what if I weren't?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "What if I were just another journalist, eager to get the story?"

Alok's eyes narrowed, his grip on her hips tightening even more. "You're mine," he said, his voice a low growl. "You'll always be mine."

Revathy felt a thrill at his possessiveness, her own arousal spiking at the thought of playing this dangerous game. She knew she had to tread carefully, but the temptation was too great. "But what if I weren't?" she teased, her voice a seductive purr. "What if Risabh had been some tall, dark, and handsome African man with a cock so big it could split me in two?"

Alok's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire. He knew she was pushing his buttons, but he couldn't help the rush of jealousy that flooded him. "Don't talk like that," he said, his voice strained. But his hips bucked upwards, his erection telling a different story.

Revathy couldn't resist the power she had over him. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest. "What if he had taken me right there, in front of everyone?" she whispered, her voice a taunt. "Would you have liked watching me?"

Alok's breath hitched, and she could feel his cock swell even more. He was playing right into her hands, and she reveled in it. "Stop it," he grunted, his movements becoming more erratic. "You're mine."

Revathy moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and challenge. "But what if I wasn't?" she asked, her voice a siren's call. "What if I had been taken by someone else, somewhere else?"

Alok's eyes searched hers, a tempest of emotions swirling within. "Did it?" he whispered, his voice a hoarse demand. "Did you let it happen?"

Revathy just smirked, enjoying the way his eyes darkened with desire. "You know I can't tell you that," she murmured, her hand stroking his thigh. "But let's just say, I've had some...interesting experiences."

Alok's cock twitched at the thought, and he knew he was losing the battle. "what about a threesome?" he managed to croak out, his voice strained. "With two men?"

Revathy leaned in closer, her breath hot against his skin. "Why not?" she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I've always been curious."

Alok felt his control slipping. The thought of his beautiful wife with another man, or even two, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "You would do that?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Revathy didn't answer directly. Instead, she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue dancing with his as she whispered, "Maybe I already have." The revelation was like gasoline on a smoldering flame. He could feel his anger and jealousy mixing with his desire, creating a heady cocktail of emotions.

"Your bachelorette party?" he murmured against her lips, his hand gripping her waist tightly.


Revathy pulled away, a devilish smile playing on her lips. "Maybe," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "It was a wild night. Who knows what could have happened?"

Alok's eyes narrowed, his grip on her tightening. "I want to know," he said, his voice a low growl. "Tell me everything."

Revathy took a deep breath, her heart racing. She had never seen this side of her husband, and she found it both thrilling and terrifying. "There's nothing to tell," she said, her voice a purr. "It's just business, I promise."

Alok's grip on her tightened, his knuckles white. "I don't like the way he looks at you," he said, his voice strained. "Or the way he touches you."

Revathy felt a strange thrill at his possessiveness. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way her body responded. "It's all for the story, darling," she said, her voice soothing. "You know I only have eyes for you."

Alok's grip loosened slightly, his chest still heaving. He searched her eyes, looking for the truth she knew she wasn't giving him. "I need to know," he said, his voice desperate. "Please, tell me you didn't do anything with him."

Revathy sighed, deciding to give him a small victory. "You came so quickly," she said, her voice filled with mock disappointment. "I was just getting started." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "But since you're so tired, I suppose I can tell you what I wish had happened."


Alok's eyes widened, his curiosity piqued. He lay back against the pillows, his cock still semi hard despite his release. "What do you mean?"

Revathy's smile was a secretive one as she straddled him, her hand moving down to stroke him gently. "You were so intense, my love," she murmured. "I couldn't help but get carried away." Her hand moved faster, her eyes locked on his. "I was thinking about...about you watching me with someone else."

Alok's eyes widened, his breath hitching. He was drained, but her words had an immediate effect. "Revathy," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "Don't play games with me."

But Revathy just chuckled, her hand still moving rhythmically. "Oh, but it's so much fun to watch you squirm," she whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You know I always satisfy you, don't you?" She leaned down to kiss him, her breasts pressing against his chest. "And I did have an orgasm, my love," she murmured against his lips. "It was so intense, I could feel it in every part of my body."

Alok groaned, his cock swelling under her touch despite his earlier release. "You're playing with fire, Revathy," he warned, his voice strained.

"Maybe I am," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "But you love it, don't you?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "The thought of me with another man, letting him taste what's yours..."



Alok's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "I'm not sure what game you're playing," he growled, his hand gripping her wrist, "but it's not funny."

Revathy's smile remained unchanged, her eyes locked on his. "But it's not a game, my love," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "It's just me, exploring my wild side." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "And I know you love it, deep down."

Alok felt a surge of anger, but it was quickly doused by the rush of desire that flooded his veins. He knew she was right. He couldn't deny the thrill he felt when she talked about other men. It was a twisted, masochistic thrill, but it was there, undeniable. "But why?" he whispered, his voice tight with emotion. "Why do you need this?"

Revathy's eyes searched his, a hint of sadness in their depths. "Because it makes me feel alive, Alok," she said, her voice a gentle caress. "It's not about you, it's about me. And if it makes you feel like you're losing me, then maybe that's the price we both have to pay for this excitement."

Alok felt a knot form in his stomach. He didn't want to lose her, but he also didn't want to be a cuckold, living in the shadow of her fantasies. "But what if it goes too far?" he asked, his grip on her wrist tightening. "What if you get hurt?"


Revathy leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Trust me, Alok," she whispered, her eyes earnest. "It's just roleplay. In real life, I'm yours and only yours." She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, her hand moving to caress his chest. "But sometimes, a girl needs a little adventure, you know?"

Alok's grip on her tightened, his heart pounding in his chest. "Tell me the truth," he demanded, his voice strained. "Did he touch you tonight?"

Revathy took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. "The only one who has touched me tonight," she said, her voice low and seductive, "is you." Her hand slid down to his erection, stroking it gently. "Do you need more proof than this?"

Alok's eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of deceit. But all he saw was the passion and love that had been between them since the day they met. He knew he had to trust her, had to believe that she was telling the truth. He nodded, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths. "Just tell me," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I need to know."

Revathy took his hand in hers, her eyes never leaving his. "Alok," she said, her voice steady and clear. "Before I met you, I had a wild life. But that was all before you. Since we've been together, I've been faithful." She brought his hand to her chest, pressing it over her heart. "You're the only one who's ever made me feel this way."


Alok searched her eyes, looking for the truth in the shadows. He wanted to believe her, needed to believe her. "But what about tonight?" he asked, his voice tight. "Did Risabh...touch you?"

Revathy took a deep breath, her hand still on his chest. "Only in your imagination," she said, her voice a purr. "But if it makes you feel better, I can tell you that no one has ever made me feel the way you do."

Alok felt a mix of anger and arousal at her words. "But what's your wildest secret?" he pressed, his voice a low growl. "What's the one thing you've never told me?"

Revathy leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "My wildest secret?" she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. "Well, I've never had a threesome."

Alok's eyes widened. "What?"

Revathy's smile grew wider. "I said, my wildest fantasy is a threesome," she repeated, her voice a sultry whisper. "With you and...an African man." She watched as the color drained from her husband's face.

Alok stared at her, his mind racing. "An...an African man?" he stammered, unable to comprehend what she was saying. "But why?"

Revathy leaned back on the bed, her eyes never leaving his. "Why not?" she said, her voice a tease. "They're...exotic, aren't they?" She watched as his eyes grew dark with desire and jealousy. "And I've always wondered what it would be like to have someone so...different inside me."


Alok felt his stomach clench, his mind reeling. "Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "To have another man in our bed?"

Revathy's smile grew more mischievous. "It's just a fantasy," she said, her hand sliding down to his erection. "But if it gets you going, then maybe we could explore it." She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. "Would you like that?"

Alok's mind was racing. He didn't know if he was more turned on or disgusted by the thought. "What about you?" he managed to ask, his voice strained. "Do you really want that?"

Revathy looked at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want what makes you happy," she whispered, her hand moving faster. "And if this makes you happy, then I'm all for it."

Alok couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mind was a tornado of emotions, spinning out of control. He knew he should be repulsed, but instead, he felt his cock swell in her hand. "But what if it goes too far?" he asked, his voice a mere rasp.

Revathy leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Then we'll know we're truly alive," she murmured, her eyes holding his. "But we're not there yet, my love." Her hand stilled, and she sat up, straddling him. "For now, let's just enjoy each other."

Alok's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions brewing within. "But what if I want more?" he asked, his voice thick with need. "What if I want to know all your secrets?"




Revathy leaned back, her smile turning into a smirk. "And what if I tell you my naughtiest secret?" she challenged, her hand still wrapped around him. "Would you be able to handle it?"

Alok's eyes searched hers, his heart racing. "I want to know," he said, his voice steady despite his turmoil. "I need to know."

Revathy leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek. "You're right," she whispered. "But it's not about winning or losing, my love. It's about exploring the depths of our desire." She kissed him then, a kiss that was both sweet and filled with promise. Her hand slipped down his body, her fingers tracing the length of his cock, which was already hard and demanding.

Alok moaned into her mouth, his hands finding their way to her breasts. He knew he couldn't fight this, couldn't win this battle of wills. The excitement of the unknown was too much to resist. He kissed her back with a passion that was fueled by the jealousy and inadequacy that had been festering within him. His tongue danced with hers, a silent battle of dominance that she won with ease.

Finally, she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with victory. "But remember," she said, her voice a soft purr, "it's all just a game." She slid her hand down his chest, her nails lightly scbanging his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "A game we play together."


The next day, as Revathy went about her morning routine, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that the call from Risabh was inevitable, and sure enough, it came as she was sipping her morning chai. She took a deep breath before answering, bracing herself for what was to come.

"Hello, gorgeous," Risabh's voice purred over the line. "I trust you enjoyed the little show I put on last night?"

Revathy rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her chai. "It was... enlightening," she said, her tone dry. "But I thought we were here to talk business, not play games."

Risabh chuckled. "Always the professional," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you know how these things go. Business and pleasure often go hand in hand."

Revathy took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool. "And what kind of pleasure are we talking about?" she asked, her voice as sweet as honey.

Risabh's laugh was low and seductive. "Oh, I think you know," he said, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first. The minister has agreed to meet us tomorrow. But there's a catch."

Revathy's heart sank. "What catch?" she asked, her voice tight.

"He'll only meet with us in Delhi," Risabh replied, his tone casual.