08-09-2024, 12:07 AM
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Supratim gently tugs Anita's hair, signalling her to stop. "Mmm, that's enough for now. Stand up, let me look at you." He remains seated on the table, chest heaving as he catches his breath.
Anita rises unsteadily, her legs trembling. As the haze of arousal begins to clear, a wave of shame washes over her. She wraps her arms around her bare torso, averting his gaze.
Arijit is struck by her appearance. Anita's hair is a wild tangle, makeup smeared across her flushed face. Dark streaks of mascara run down her cheeks, mingling with the glistening traces of her previous activities. He stares, transfixed by the sight of his fiance in such a debauched state. Her lips are swollen and red, still wet from Supratim's cock. Saliva and precum glisten on her chin, trailing down her neck.
"Hey now, don't hide from me," Supratim coos, his voice gentle despite his labored breathing. "You're absolutely stunning like this."
Anita's lower lip quivers, tears welling in her eyes as the full weight of her actions hits her. "I... I shouldn't have..." she whispers.
"Shh, it's okay," Supratim soothes, reaching out to caress her arm. "You did beautifully. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
Arijit watches as Supratim consoles his fiance. A confusing mix of emotions churns within him - disgust at the intimate scene before him, arousal at Anita's disheveled state, and a twinge of jealousy at Supratim's tender words. His stomach twists as he sees her boss gently brush a strand of hair from his fiance’s face, his touch lingering on her cheek. The tenderness of the gesture feels like a punch to Arijit's gut, a stark contrast to the rough treatment he witnessed earlier.
Supratim's eyes roam hungrily over Anita's form, his breath steadying. "You look incredible," he murmurs, "but I want to see all of you. Take off your pants."
Anita's eyes widen, her arms tightening around herself. "Supratim, no... we shouldn't go any further," she pleads, her voice trembling.
"Come on, Anita," he coaxes, his tone a mix of gentleness and desire. "We've already come this far. Why stop now?"
Arijit watches as his fiance shakes her head, taking a small step back. "This was a mistake. We need to stop," she insists, though her voice lacks conviction.
Supratim leans forward, his hand reaching out to caress her hip. "Don't overthink it. You want this as much as I do. I can see it in your eyes."
"Please," Anita whispers, her resolve visibly weakening. "We can't..."
"We can," Supratim counters, his fingers toying with the waistband of her pants. "Just let go, Anita. Let me make you feel good."
Arijit sees the conflict in Anita's eyes. Her body trembles, caught between desire and guilt. Supratim's persistence is wearing down her resistance, and Arijit can tell she's on the verge of giving in.
Supratim's fingers trace along her waistband while Anita’s breath comes in short, shaky gasps.
"I... we shouldn't..." she whispers, but her hips unconsciously lean into his touch.
Supratim's voice drops low, seductive. "Just relax, Anita. Let me take care of you."
His hands move to the button of her pants, slowly unfastening it. Anita's eyes flutter closed, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
"That's it," Supratim encourages. "You know you want this."
Arijit watches, transfixed, as Supratim begins to ease Anita's zipper down. Her resistance crumbles further with each passing second, the sound of the descending zipper echoing loudly in the tension-filled room. Anita's breath catches audibly as cool air hits her newly exposed skin. Her eyes flutter closed, a mix of anticipation and lingering guilt evident on her flushed face. Her hands, which had been hesitantly pushing at Supratim's chest, now fall limply to her sides.
"Supratim, please..." she breathes, but it's unclear if she's begging him to stop or continue.
Her boss’s fingers hook into her waistband, starting to slide her pants down over her hips. Anita trembles, torn between pushing his hands away or helping him.
Anita whimpers softly, her hands fluttering uncertainly between covering herself and assisting Supratim. "We really shouldn't..." she protests weakly, even as she steps out of her fallen pants.
Arijit's eyes are drawn to the modest silk panties hugging Anita's curves. The sight of his fiance in such an intimate state of undress sends a jolt of electricity through his body.
Supratim's hands roam appreciatively over Anita's exposed skin. "Gosh, you're perfect," he growls. His fingers toy with the waistband of her panties, threatening to remove this final barrier.
Arijit feels his own arousal peaking. His hand unconsciously moves towards his groin, the urge to touch himself becoming nearly irresistible. The sight of his fiance being slowly undressed by another man is both horrifying and intensely erotic.
Supratim begins to ease Anita's panties down, revealing more of her soft skin. "Let go, Anita," he murmurs. "Give in to what you really want." His fingers hook into Anita's silk panties, slowly dragging them down. Her soft gasp echoes in the room as more of her intimate flesh is revealed. Arijit watches, transfixed, as Anita's most private area comes into view. A neatly trimmed thatch of dark, curly hair covers her mound, trailing down between her thighs. The carefully maintained triangle is a familiar sight to Arijit, yet it seems different now under Supratim's hungry gaze. The short, tidy curls accentuate the curves of Anita's pubic mound, drawing the eye downward. Arijit can see how the trim job emphasizes the plump outer lips of her pussy, now glistening with arousal.
"That's it," Supratim purrs, drinking in the sight of Anita's exposed body. "You're breathtaking."
Anita trembles, caught between shame and desire. Her eyes are squeezed shut, as if refusing to acknowledge her own arousal.
Supratim's hands roam freely over Anita's body now, eliciting small, involuntary moans from her. "I knew you wanted this," he murmurs, pulling her closer.
Arijit's internal struggle intensifies as he watches Supratim's hands roam over Anita's naked form. His fingers tremble as they move to his zipper, guilt and arousal warring within him.
Supratim towers over Anita, his imposing height emphasizing her vulnerability. His mouth traces a path along her neck as his hands explore every curve. "Perfect," he murmurs against her skin. "Absolutely perfect." Anita keeps her eyes tightly shut, her body betraying her with small shivers of pleasure. Shame colors her cheeks even as a soft moan escapes her lips.
Arijit frees his erection, his smaller 5.5-inch size a stark contrast to Supratim's impressive (what looks like) 8-inch penis. Self-loathing mingles with his arousal as he begins to stroke himself, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him.
Supratim's hands cup Anita's breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. "Open your eyes," he commands softly. "Look at me, Anita." Anita's eyes flutter open hesitantly, meeting Supratim's intense gaze. Her olive skin flushes deeper as she takes in their position - his imposing form looming over her exposed body.
"That's it," Supratim murmurs approvingly, one hand cupping her face while the other continues to explore. "You're fuckin' exquisite." Anita bites her lip, torn between her natural shyness and the growing heat in her core. A soft whimper escapes as Supratim's hand slides lower, over her taut stomach to her neatly trimmed mound.
"Mmm, you got such a pretty little cunt," he says, his fingers parting her slick folds. "So wet for me already. You want my big cock inside you, don't you?" Anita whimpers, her hips bucking against his hand.
Arijit’s fingers tighten around his shaft, his hand moving faster as he watches his fiance submit to another man. A bead of precum forms at the tip as he runs his thumb over the sensitive head. He spreads the moisture down his shaft, his strokes becoming smoother, faster. The lewd sound of skin on skin mingles with the moans and grunts from the couple before him.
Supratim's mouth claims Anita's in a searing kiss. His lips crash against hers, demanding and possessive. For a moment, Anita stiffens, her last shred of resistance flickering briefly. But then, as if a dam has broken, she begins to respond. Her lips part, allowing Supratim's tongue to plunge into her mouth. A muffled moan escapes her as their tongues intertwine, dancing in a frenzied rhythm. His tongue was mimicking the movements his cock will soon make. Anita's hips begin to grind against Supratim's fingers, seeking friction. Their bodies meld together as the kiss continues, hot and hungry. When they finally break apart, both are panting heavily, their eyes dark with lust.
Arijit continues to watch, his hand moving mechanically as conflicting emotions churn within him. The sight of his wife's pleasure at another man's hands both repulses and arouses him.
Anita rises unsteadily, her legs trembling. As the haze of arousal begins to clear, a wave of shame washes over her. She wraps her arms around her bare torso, averting his gaze.
Arijit is struck by her appearance. Anita's hair is a wild tangle, makeup smeared across her flushed face. Dark streaks of mascara run down her cheeks, mingling with the glistening traces of her previous activities. He stares, transfixed by the sight of his fiance in such a debauched state. Her lips are swollen and red, still wet from Supratim's cock. Saliva and precum glisten on her chin, trailing down her neck.
"Hey now, don't hide from me," Supratim coos, his voice gentle despite his labored breathing. "You're absolutely stunning like this."
Anita's lower lip quivers, tears welling in her eyes as the full weight of her actions hits her. "I... I shouldn't have..." she whispers.
"Shh, it's okay," Supratim soothes, reaching out to caress her arm. "You did beautifully. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
Arijit watches as Supratim consoles his fiance. A confusing mix of emotions churns within him - disgust at the intimate scene before him, arousal at Anita's disheveled state, and a twinge of jealousy at Supratim's tender words. His stomach twists as he sees her boss gently brush a strand of hair from his fiance’s face, his touch lingering on her cheek. The tenderness of the gesture feels like a punch to Arijit's gut, a stark contrast to the rough treatment he witnessed earlier.
Supratim's eyes roam hungrily over Anita's form, his breath steadying. "You look incredible," he murmurs, "but I want to see all of you. Take off your pants."
Anita's eyes widen, her arms tightening around herself. "Supratim, no... we shouldn't go any further," she pleads, her voice trembling.
"Come on, Anita," he coaxes, his tone a mix of gentleness and desire. "We've already come this far. Why stop now?"
Arijit watches as his fiance shakes her head, taking a small step back. "This was a mistake. We need to stop," she insists, though her voice lacks conviction.
Supratim leans forward, his hand reaching out to caress her hip. "Don't overthink it. You want this as much as I do. I can see it in your eyes."
"Please," Anita whispers, her resolve visibly weakening. "We can't..."
"We can," Supratim counters, his fingers toying with the waistband of her pants. "Just let go, Anita. Let me make you feel good."
Arijit sees the conflict in Anita's eyes. Her body trembles, caught between desire and guilt. Supratim's persistence is wearing down her resistance, and Arijit can tell she's on the verge of giving in.
Supratim's fingers trace along her waistband while Anita’s breath comes in short, shaky gasps.
"I... we shouldn't..." she whispers, but her hips unconsciously lean into his touch.
Supratim's voice drops low, seductive. "Just relax, Anita. Let me take care of you."
His hands move to the button of her pants, slowly unfastening it. Anita's eyes flutter closed, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
"That's it," Supratim encourages. "You know you want this."
Arijit watches, transfixed, as Supratim begins to ease Anita's zipper down. Her resistance crumbles further with each passing second, the sound of the descending zipper echoing loudly in the tension-filled room. Anita's breath catches audibly as cool air hits her newly exposed skin. Her eyes flutter closed, a mix of anticipation and lingering guilt evident on her flushed face. Her hands, which had been hesitantly pushing at Supratim's chest, now fall limply to her sides.
"Supratim, please..." she breathes, but it's unclear if she's begging him to stop or continue.
Her boss’s fingers hook into her waistband, starting to slide her pants down over her hips. Anita trembles, torn between pushing his hands away or helping him.
Anita whimpers softly, her hands fluttering uncertainly between covering herself and assisting Supratim. "We really shouldn't..." she protests weakly, even as she steps out of her fallen pants.
Arijit's eyes are drawn to the modest silk panties hugging Anita's curves. The sight of his fiance in such an intimate state of undress sends a jolt of electricity through his body.
Supratim's hands roam appreciatively over Anita's exposed skin. "Gosh, you're perfect," he growls. His fingers toy with the waistband of her panties, threatening to remove this final barrier.
Arijit feels his own arousal peaking. His hand unconsciously moves towards his groin, the urge to touch himself becoming nearly irresistible. The sight of his fiance being slowly undressed by another man is both horrifying and intensely erotic.
Supratim begins to ease Anita's panties down, revealing more of her soft skin. "Let go, Anita," he murmurs. "Give in to what you really want." His fingers hook into Anita's silk panties, slowly dragging them down. Her soft gasp echoes in the room as more of her intimate flesh is revealed. Arijit watches, transfixed, as Anita's most private area comes into view. A neatly trimmed thatch of dark, curly hair covers her mound, trailing down between her thighs. The carefully maintained triangle is a familiar sight to Arijit, yet it seems different now under Supratim's hungry gaze. The short, tidy curls accentuate the curves of Anita's pubic mound, drawing the eye downward. Arijit can see how the trim job emphasizes the plump outer lips of her pussy, now glistening with arousal.
"That's it," Supratim purrs, drinking in the sight of Anita's exposed body. "You're breathtaking."
Anita trembles, caught between shame and desire. Her eyes are squeezed shut, as if refusing to acknowledge her own arousal.
Supratim's hands roam freely over Anita's body now, eliciting small, involuntary moans from her. "I knew you wanted this," he murmurs, pulling her closer.
Arijit's internal struggle intensifies as he watches Supratim's hands roam over Anita's naked form. His fingers tremble as they move to his zipper, guilt and arousal warring within him.
Supratim towers over Anita, his imposing height emphasizing her vulnerability. His mouth traces a path along her neck as his hands explore every curve. "Perfect," he murmurs against her skin. "Absolutely perfect." Anita keeps her eyes tightly shut, her body betraying her with small shivers of pleasure. Shame colors her cheeks even as a soft moan escapes her lips.
Arijit frees his erection, his smaller 5.5-inch size a stark contrast to Supratim's impressive (what looks like) 8-inch penis. Self-loathing mingles with his arousal as he begins to stroke himself, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him.
Supratim's hands cup Anita's breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. "Open your eyes," he commands softly. "Look at me, Anita." Anita's eyes flutter open hesitantly, meeting Supratim's intense gaze. Her olive skin flushes deeper as she takes in their position - his imposing form looming over her exposed body.
"That's it," Supratim murmurs approvingly, one hand cupping her face while the other continues to explore. "You're fuckin' exquisite." Anita bites her lip, torn between her natural shyness and the growing heat in her core. A soft whimper escapes as Supratim's hand slides lower, over her taut stomach to her neatly trimmed mound.
"Mmm, you got such a pretty little cunt," he says, his fingers parting her slick folds. "So wet for me already. You want my big cock inside you, don't you?" Anita whimpers, her hips bucking against his hand.
Arijit’s fingers tighten around his shaft, his hand moving faster as he watches his fiance submit to another man. A bead of precum forms at the tip as he runs his thumb over the sensitive head. He spreads the moisture down his shaft, his strokes becoming smoother, faster. The lewd sound of skin on skin mingles with the moans and grunts from the couple before him.
Supratim's mouth claims Anita's in a searing kiss. His lips crash against hers, demanding and possessive. For a moment, Anita stiffens, her last shred of resistance flickering briefly. But then, as if a dam has broken, she begins to respond. Her lips part, allowing Supratim's tongue to plunge into her mouth. A muffled moan escapes her as their tongues intertwine, dancing in a frenzied rhythm. His tongue was mimicking the movements his cock will soon make. Anita's hips begin to grind against Supratim's fingers, seeking friction. Their bodies meld together as the kiss continues, hot and hungry. When they finally break apart, both are panting heavily, their eyes dark with lust.
Arijit continues to watch, his hand moving mechanically as conflicting emotions churn within him. The sight of his wife's pleasure at another man's hands both repulses and arouses him.
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