12-09-2024, 10:05 AM
As the intense encounter stretches past the 15-minute mark, Arijit's feelings of inadequacy intensify. Supratim's stamina and skill are undeniable, far surpassing Arijit's own abilities in the bedroom. His stomach churns with a potent mix of shame and envy as he watches his fiance’s boss and former lover continues his relentless pace. He recalls his own performances with her, which rarely lasted more than a few minutes. The stark contrast between his quick finishes and Supratim's seemingly endless endurance sends a fresh wave of humiliation through him.
Finally, Supratim slows his pace and steps back, his chest heaving with exertion. He removes the condom, tossing it aside carelessly. "Come here," he commands Anita, his voice husky with desire. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do once more."
Anita turns to face him, her eyes dark with lust. Without hesitation, she drops to her knees before Supratim, eager to please. Her lips part as she leans forward, ready to take him into her mouth.
As Arijit watches his fiancé eagerly take her boss’s 8-inch, girthy member into her mouth, a crushing wave of emotions washes over him. The last shreds of hope that this was somehow coerced or reluctant on Anita's part crumble away, leaving him raw and exposed. His chest tightens as he witnesses his fiance's enthusiastic oral ministrations. Her willingness to pleasure this alpha male so thoroughly, without a hint of hesitation, cuts deeper than any physical betrayal. This isn't just lust - it's a complete surrender to another man's dominance.
Anita attacks Supratim's throbbing member with unbridled hunger, her inhibitions completely shattered. Her lips stretch wide as she takes him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft with practiced skill.
Supratim groans, his hand tangling in her hair. "Fuck yes, that's it," he growls. "Show me how badly you want it."
Anita responds by taking him even deeper, her nose brushing against his pelvis. She gags slightly but doesn't pull back, instead redoubling her efforts. Loud, obscene slurping noises fill the room as she works his length with desperate enthusiasm.
"Good girl," Supratim pants, his arousal clearly intensifying. "You love choking on my cock, don't you?"
Anita can only moan in response, the vibrations sending shivers through Supratim's body. Saliva drips down her chin and onto her heaving breasts as she bobs her head frantically, driven by an insatiable need to please him.
A toxic cocktail of jealousy, inadequacy, and arousal courses through Arijit's veins. He's painfully aware that his fiance has never shown such uninhibited desire with him. The sight of her on her knees, worshipping Supratim's impressive manhood, sears itself into his memory. His own arousal persists, a testament to the twisted nature of his voyeuristic torment. He feels a deep shame at his continued excitement, knowing he should be furious or heartbroken instead of achingly hard.
The wet, sloppy sounds of her oral worship grow louder, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure. Anita's hand works what she can't fit in her mouth, twisting and stroking in time with her eager sucking.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," Supratim groans, his hips starting to thrust involuntarily. "Such a hungry little cocksucker." Anita's eyes roll back in ecstasy at his words, spurred on by his vulgar praise. She takes him to the back of her throat again and again, gagging and sputtering but never slowing her frenzied pace. Her enthusiasm seems to push Supratim to the edge. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening in her hair. For a moment, it seems he might finish right then and there. But with a herculean effort, Supratim regains control.
He gently but firmly pushes Anita back, his cock slipping from between her swollen lips with an obscene 'pop'. Anita whimpers at the loss, her eyes glazed with lust as she looks up at him questioningly. Supratim pulls away from Anita's eager mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. "On the floor," he commands, laying down. "I want you to ride me."
Anita moves to straddle him, but stops abruptly. "Wait, we need another condom," she says firmly, her earlier reluctance resurfacing.
Supratim grins wolfishly. "Fresh out, baby. But don't worry, I'll pull out."
"No way," Anita shakes her head, crossing her arms. "That's too risky. We can't."
"Come on," Supratim coaxes, his hands caressing her thighs. "It'll feel so much better for both of us. You know you want to feel me raw inside you."
Anita's resolve wavers slightly, but she stands her ground. "Supratim, I'm serious. It's not safe."
"Trust me," Supratim purrs, guiding her hips closer. "I'll be careful. Don't you want to feel every inch of me? I promise I'll pull out in time."
Anita bites her lip, visibly torn between desire and caution. "I don't know... What if something happens?"
"Nothing will happen," Supratim assures her, his voice low but commanding. "Just this once. Let yourself feel how good it can be."
After several long moments of internal struggle, Anita's lust finally overpowers her better judgment. "Fine," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "But you have to promise to pull out. No matter what."
"Promise," Supratim grins, pulling her closer.
Arijit watches as Anita prepares to take Supratim bare despite her initial resistance. The recklessness of their actions sends a jolt of arousal through him, mingled with a deep sense of dread. His eyes widen in disbelief as he sees his fiancé position herself over another man’s unsheathed cock. His hand trembles on his own shaft, his strokes becoming erratic as he processes the implications of what he's witnessing.
Anita slowly lowers herself onto Supratim's bare cock, gasping as she feels him enter her without any barrier. The sensation is intense, causing her to shudder with pleasure and trepidation.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Supratim groans, his hands gripping her hips.
Anita begins to move, rocking back and forth at a measured pace. Her modest 32B breasts tremble with each motion, her head tilted back in ecstasy. The raw friction of skin-on-skin contact sends jolts of pleasure through both of them.
"That's it, baby," Supratim encourages, guiding her movements. "Nice and slow."
Anita's breath comes in short gasps as she savors every inch of him. Her inner walls clench around his shaft, adjusting once again to his considerable girth. The heightened sensitivity without a condom is evident in her flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.
As Arijit watches this intimate scene unfold, a torrent of conflicting thoughts and emotions races through his mind:
Betrayal cuts deep as he witnesses his fiance’s willingness to take such risks with her boss - risks she's never taken with him. The raw intimacy of their unprotected coupling feels like a violation of their relationship's sanctity.
Inadequacy gnaws at him, seeing how she responds to Supratim's touch. Her trembling breasts, flushed cheeks, and gasps of pleasure are reactions he's rarely, if ever, elicited from her. He can't help but compare himself unfavorably to Supratim's prowess.
A twisted arousal persists, Arijit's body betraying him as he remains achingly hard. The taboo nature of watching his fiance's infidelity unfold feeds a dark, voyeuristic thrill he's ashamed to acknowledge.
Fear grips him as he considers the potential consequences. What if Supratim doesn't pull out in time? The possibility of Anita getting pregnant by another man terrifies and perversely excites him in equal measure.
Anger bubbles beneath the surface - at Supratim for seducing his fiancé, at his fiancé for succumbing to temptation, and at himself for allowing this to happen.
Humiliation washes over Arijit as he realizes how easily Supratim has claimed what he thought was his. His role as Anita's fiancé feels hollow and meaningless in the face of her obvious desire for another man.
A small, traitorous part of Arijit wonders if this is what Anita truly needs - someone more dominant and virile than himself. The thought of permanently ceding his place to Supratim sends a confusing jolt of arousal through him. As these thoughts swirl in his mind, he remains frozen in place, torn between intervening and continuing to bear silent witness. His hand trembles on his shaft, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he struggles to process the scene before him.
Anita's pace gradually quickens as she rides her boss, her hips moving with increasing urgency. Her eyes flutter closed, a mix of intense pleasure and lingering shame evident on her flushed face. Almost unconsciously, her hand drifts between her legs. Her fingers begin to circle her sensitive bud as she continues to impale herself on Supratim's bare length. The dual stimulation intensifies her arousal, causing her inner walls to clench rhythmically around him.
"Fuck, you're getting wet again!" Supratim groans, revelling in the slick heat enveloping his unsheathed manhood. "You love feeling me raw inside you, don't you?"
Anita can only whimper in response, caught between ecstasy and guilt as her body betrays her deepening arousal. Her modest breasts tremble with each bounce, nipples hardened to stiff peaks. The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling grow louder as her excitement mounts. Her fingers move faster against her swollen flesh, chasing her building pleasure with reckless abandon.
Supratim's hands roam upwards, finding Anita's pert breasts. His fingers tease and pinch her hardened nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her.
"That's it, baby," Supratim growls encouragingly. "Let yourself feel good."
Anita grinds her hips in tight circles, taking Supratim impossibly deep. Her fingers continue their frantic dance between her legs as she chases her building climax. Soft whimpers and moans escape her parted lips with each breath. The added stimulation from Supratim's skilled hands intensifies Anita's arousal. Her inner walls flutter and clench around his bare length, her excitement evident in the slick sounds of their coupling.
"God, you feel amazing," Supratim groans, bucking his hips upward to meet her movements. "So tight and wet for me."
Anita's pace grows more frenzied, her shame giving way to raw need. She leans forward slightly, changing the angle to hit just the right spot inside her. The new position allows Supratim easier access to tease and torment her sensitive nipples.
As the erotic scene unfolds before him, Arijit's hand unconsciously drifts to his own aching arousal. He begins to stroke himself slowly, almost imperceptibly, as he remains transfixed by the sight of his fiance writhing atop Supratim. The evidence of her arousal is undeniable, glistening on Supratim's shaft with each rise and fall of her hips. The cabin fills with the sounds of their passion - Anita's breathy moans, Supratim's grunts of pleasure, and the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Each noise sends a jolt through Arijit’s body, intensifying his conflicted arousal.
Anita's movements grow increasingly frantic as she nears her peak. Her fingers work furiously between her legs while Supratim continues to tease and pinch her sensitive nipples. The dual stimulation, combined with the raw friction of Supratim's bare cock inside her, quickly pushes her over the edge.
"Oh god, oh god," Anita gasps, her body tensing. "I'm... I'm...". Her words dissolve into a long, keening moan as her orgasm crashes over her. Anita's back arches, her modest breasts thrust forward into Supratim's eager hands as waves of pleasure course through her trembling form. Her inner walls clench and spasm around Supratim's length, milking him as she rides out her climax.
Arijit watches, simultaneously aroused and anguished, as his fiance experiences another round of intense orgasms at the hands of another man. The sight of her unrestrained ecstasy burns itself into his memory, a moment he'll never be able to forget. His emotions swirl in a tumultuous storm as he witnesses her repeated ecstasy. A deep, gnawing envy takes root in his core, knowing that Supratim has effortlessly achieved what he never could. The realization that he's failed as a lover cuts deeper than any physical pain. Yet, perversely, his arousal only intensifies!
As his fiancé trembles through her third or perhaps fourth climax, Arijit feels something fundamentally shift within him. Will he ever be able to look at Anita the same way again? Can their relationship survive this, or has Supratim irrevocably claimed what was once his?
Finally, Supratim slows his pace and steps back, his chest heaving with exertion. He removes the condom, tossing it aside carelessly. "Come here," he commands Anita, his voice husky with desire. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do once more."
Anita turns to face him, her eyes dark with lust. Without hesitation, she drops to her knees before Supratim, eager to please. Her lips part as she leans forward, ready to take him into her mouth.
As Arijit watches his fiancé eagerly take her boss’s 8-inch, girthy member into her mouth, a crushing wave of emotions washes over him. The last shreds of hope that this was somehow coerced or reluctant on Anita's part crumble away, leaving him raw and exposed. His chest tightens as he witnesses his fiance's enthusiastic oral ministrations. Her willingness to pleasure this alpha male so thoroughly, without a hint of hesitation, cuts deeper than any physical betrayal. This isn't just lust - it's a complete surrender to another man's dominance.
Anita attacks Supratim's throbbing member with unbridled hunger, her inhibitions completely shattered. Her lips stretch wide as she takes him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft with practiced skill.
Supratim groans, his hand tangling in her hair. "Fuck yes, that's it," he growls. "Show me how badly you want it."
Anita responds by taking him even deeper, her nose brushing against his pelvis. She gags slightly but doesn't pull back, instead redoubling her efforts. Loud, obscene slurping noises fill the room as she works his length with desperate enthusiasm.
"Good girl," Supratim pants, his arousal clearly intensifying. "You love choking on my cock, don't you?"
Anita can only moan in response, the vibrations sending shivers through Supratim's body. Saliva drips down her chin and onto her heaving breasts as she bobs her head frantically, driven by an insatiable need to please him.
A toxic cocktail of jealousy, inadequacy, and arousal courses through Arijit's veins. He's painfully aware that his fiance has never shown such uninhibited desire with him. The sight of her on her knees, worshipping Supratim's impressive manhood, sears itself into his memory. His own arousal persists, a testament to the twisted nature of his voyeuristic torment. He feels a deep shame at his continued excitement, knowing he should be furious or heartbroken instead of achingly hard.
The wet, sloppy sounds of her oral worship grow louder, punctuated by Supratim's grunts of pleasure. Anita's hand works what she can't fit in her mouth, twisting and stroking in time with her eager sucking.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," Supratim groans, his hips starting to thrust involuntarily. "Such a hungry little cocksucker." Anita's eyes roll back in ecstasy at his words, spurred on by his vulgar praise. She takes him to the back of her throat again and again, gagging and sputtering but never slowing her frenzied pace. Her enthusiasm seems to push Supratim to the edge. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening in her hair. For a moment, it seems he might finish right then and there. But with a herculean effort, Supratim regains control.
He gently but firmly pushes Anita back, his cock slipping from between her swollen lips with an obscene 'pop'. Anita whimpers at the loss, her eyes glazed with lust as she looks up at him questioningly. Supratim pulls away from Anita's eager mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. "On the floor," he commands, laying down. "I want you to ride me."
Anita moves to straddle him, but stops abruptly. "Wait, we need another condom," she says firmly, her earlier reluctance resurfacing.
Supratim grins wolfishly. "Fresh out, baby. But don't worry, I'll pull out."
"No way," Anita shakes her head, crossing her arms. "That's too risky. We can't."
"Come on," Supratim coaxes, his hands caressing her thighs. "It'll feel so much better for both of us. You know you want to feel me raw inside you."
Anita's resolve wavers slightly, but she stands her ground. "Supratim, I'm serious. It's not safe."
"Trust me," Supratim purrs, guiding her hips closer. "I'll be careful. Don't you want to feel every inch of me? I promise I'll pull out in time."
Anita bites her lip, visibly torn between desire and caution. "I don't know... What if something happens?"
"Nothing will happen," Supratim assures her, his voice low but commanding. "Just this once. Let yourself feel how good it can be."
After several long moments of internal struggle, Anita's lust finally overpowers her better judgment. "Fine," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "But you have to promise to pull out. No matter what."
"Promise," Supratim grins, pulling her closer.
Arijit watches as Anita prepares to take Supratim bare despite her initial resistance. The recklessness of their actions sends a jolt of arousal through him, mingled with a deep sense of dread. His eyes widen in disbelief as he sees his fiancé position herself over another man’s unsheathed cock. His hand trembles on his own shaft, his strokes becoming erratic as he processes the implications of what he's witnessing.
Anita slowly lowers herself onto Supratim's bare cock, gasping as she feels him enter her without any barrier. The sensation is intense, causing her to shudder with pleasure and trepidation.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Supratim groans, his hands gripping her hips.
Anita begins to move, rocking back and forth at a measured pace. Her modest 32B breasts tremble with each motion, her head tilted back in ecstasy. The raw friction of skin-on-skin contact sends jolts of pleasure through both of them.
"That's it, baby," Supratim encourages, guiding her movements. "Nice and slow."
Anita's breath comes in short gasps as she savors every inch of him. Her inner walls clench around his shaft, adjusting once again to his considerable girth. The heightened sensitivity without a condom is evident in her flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.
As Arijit watches this intimate scene unfold, a torrent of conflicting thoughts and emotions races through his mind:
Betrayal cuts deep as he witnesses his fiance’s willingness to take such risks with her boss - risks she's never taken with him. The raw intimacy of their unprotected coupling feels like a violation of their relationship's sanctity.
Inadequacy gnaws at him, seeing how she responds to Supratim's touch. Her trembling breasts, flushed cheeks, and gasps of pleasure are reactions he's rarely, if ever, elicited from her. He can't help but compare himself unfavorably to Supratim's prowess.
A twisted arousal persists, Arijit's body betraying him as he remains achingly hard. The taboo nature of watching his fiance's infidelity unfold feeds a dark, voyeuristic thrill he's ashamed to acknowledge.
Fear grips him as he considers the potential consequences. What if Supratim doesn't pull out in time? The possibility of Anita getting pregnant by another man terrifies and perversely excites him in equal measure.
Anger bubbles beneath the surface - at Supratim for seducing his fiancé, at his fiancé for succumbing to temptation, and at himself for allowing this to happen.
Humiliation washes over Arijit as he realizes how easily Supratim has claimed what he thought was his. His role as Anita's fiancé feels hollow and meaningless in the face of her obvious desire for another man.
A small, traitorous part of Arijit wonders if this is what Anita truly needs - someone more dominant and virile than himself. The thought of permanently ceding his place to Supratim sends a confusing jolt of arousal through him. As these thoughts swirl in his mind, he remains frozen in place, torn between intervening and continuing to bear silent witness. His hand trembles on his shaft, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he struggles to process the scene before him.
Anita's pace gradually quickens as she rides her boss, her hips moving with increasing urgency. Her eyes flutter closed, a mix of intense pleasure and lingering shame evident on her flushed face. Almost unconsciously, her hand drifts between her legs. Her fingers begin to circle her sensitive bud as she continues to impale herself on Supratim's bare length. The dual stimulation intensifies her arousal, causing her inner walls to clench rhythmically around him.
"Fuck, you're getting wet again!" Supratim groans, revelling in the slick heat enveloping his unsheathed manhood. "You love feeling me raw inside you, don't you?"
Anita can only whimper in response, caught between ecstasy and guilt as her body betrays her deepening arousal. Her modest breasts tremble with each bounce, nipples hardened to stiff peaks. The lewd, wet sounds of their coupling grow louder as her excitement mounts. Her fingers move faster against her swollen flesh, chasing her building pleasure with reckless abandon.
Supratim's hands roam upwards, finding Anita's pert breasts. His fingers tease and pinch her hardened nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her.
"That's it, baby," Supratim growls encouragingly. "Let yourself feel good."
Anita grinds her hips in tight circles, taking Supratim impossibly deep. Her fingers continue their frantic dance between her legs as she chases her building climax. Soft whimpers and moans escape her parted lips with each breath. The added stimulation from Supratim's skilled hands intensifies Anita's arousal. Her inner walls flutter and clench around his bare length, her excitement evident in the slick sounds of their coupling.
"God, you feel amazing," Supratim groans, bucking his hips upward to meet her movements. "So tight and wet for me."
Anita's pace grows more frenzied, her shame giving way to raw need. She leans forward slightly, changing the angle to hit just the right spot inside her. The new position allows Supratim easier access to tease and torment her sensitive nipples.
As the erotic scene unfolds before him, Arijit's hand unconsciously drifts to his own aching arousal. He begins to stroke himself slowly, almost imperceptibly, as he remains transfixed by the sight of his fiance writhing atop Supratim. The evidence of her arousal is undeniable, glistening on Supratim's shaft with each rise and fall of her hips. The cabin fills with the sounds of their passion - Anita's breathy moans, Supratim's grunts of pleasure, and the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Each noise sends a jolt through Arijit’s body, intensifying his conflicted arousal.
Anita's movements grow increasingly frantic as she nears her peak. Her fingers work furiously between her legs while Supratim continues to tease and pinch her sensitive nipples. The dual stimulation, combined with the raw friction of Supratim's bare cock inside her, quickly pushes her over the edge.
"Oh god, oh god," Anita gasps, her body tensing. "I'm... I'm...". Her words dissolve into a long, keening moan as her orgasm crashes over her. Anita's back arches, her modest breasts thrust forward into Supratim's eager hands as waves of pleasure course through her trembling form. Her inner walls clench and spasm around Supratim's length, milking him as she rides out her climax.
Arijit watches, simultaneously aroused and anguished, as his fiance experiences another round of intense orgasms at the hands of another man. The sight of her unrestrained ecstasy burns itself into his memory, a moment he'll never be able to forget. His emotions swirl in a tumultuous storm as he witnesses her repeated ecstasy. A deep, gnawing envy takes root in his core, knowing that Supratim has effortlessly achieved what he never could. The realization that he's failed as a lover cuts deeper than any physical pain. Yet, perversely, his arousal only intensifies!
As his fiancé trembles through her third or perhaps fourth climax, Arijit feels something fundamentally shift within him. Will he ever be able to look at Anita the same way again? Can their relationship survive this, or has Supratim irrevocably claimed what was once his?
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