Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

What happened that night after Sohail left the to join his boss call:

Afrah watched her fiancé's car drive away, a knot tightening in her stomach. The moment it disappeared down the street, Vishal motioned for her to get into the car. As the door clicked shut behind her, a heavy silence filled the space between them. Afrah's heart pounded in her chest, the rhythmic beat seeming louder with each passing second. She stole a quick glance at Vishal, only to be met with his knowing smirk. Her cheeks flushed, heat spreading through her as she tried to suppress the sudden surge of nerves

Afrah: "Vishal, we agreed—just kisses. Nothing more."

Vishal: "Of course. I just want a kiss."

Afrah's gaze narrowed, trying to gauge his sincerity. "No, just… just a kiss on the lips."

He leaned in slightly, his voice a teasing whisper. "Oh, I'm definitely going to kiss your lips."

She fumbled for words, feeling heat crawl up her neck. "I mean, just… just my lips, not—" She broke off, her mind wandering to thoughts she hadn't planned. The idea of his lips somewhere more intimate sent a shiver through her.

Vishal leaned back with a grin, breaking the tension with a sudden shift.

Vishal: "Do you want ice cream?"

Afrah blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

He chuckled, his mischievous eyes meeting hers. "Ice cream. I think I need one right now."

She shook her head, unsure whether to laugh or stay annoyed. "Are you serious?"

Vishal shrugged, his grin widening. "What? Can’t a guy crave something sweet?" 

Afrah rolled her eyes, though a small smile slipped onto her lips despite herself. "Fine. Let's get ice cream, then."



Vishal leaned against the car, holding his ice cream, and slowly dragged his tongue along its edge, savoring each bit as his eyes locked onto Afrah. He took his time, his lips wrapping around the creamy swirl, every movement slow and deliberate. The way his tongue curled over each lick made her pulse quicken, and she could barely tear her gaze away.

As she watched, mesmerized, he tilted his head, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Mmm," he murmured, licking a stray drip from his lips, "this is good." His gaze held hers as he let his lips linger on the cone, drawing it out as if he was savoring something far sweeter.

Afrah swallowed, her own ice cream almost forgotten in her hand. Heat rushed through her as his words hit her, bold and unfiltered.

Vishal: "You know, my lips are craving to devour something else… But its owner is a bit bratty."

Afrah: "Maybe she is  being bratty,but perhaps it’s because it’s precious."

Vishal: "Oh, I know it’s precious, That’s exactly why I want to show my love for it... by kissing it. Showering it with my love"

Afrah: "It will be ruined by your fouk lips."

Vishal: "Foul?Oh, my lips are far from foul ,They’re  quite skillful... just like my tongue."

 He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear, his voice now a low murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. "And I think it wants my lips. I think it’s begging  for them... craving them. Weeping for them."


She bit her bottom lip, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "No, it’s not."

Vishal: "Oh, I’m sure it is,My fingers are witnesses to that."

Before she could respond, he reached out, his fingers dipping into the melting ice cream, the creamy texture clinging to his skin. Slowly, deliberately, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the ice cream off with a slow, sensual motion, his eyes never leaving hers. Each movement was languid, almost unbearably so, as he savored the taste.

Afrah’s breath hitched, her body tightening in response to the way his fingers slid over his lips, the subtle yet unmistakable hunger in his movements.

Vishal: "I can still taste it... from my fingers."


Afrah gasped softly, her body reacting against her will. "Vishal, stop it," she said, the words almost coming out as a moan, her voice trembling with the effort to stay composed.

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his hand finding her waist, pulling her close. His lips crashed onto hers, the kiss immediately deepening, slow and intoxicating. It was as if they were devouring each other, exploring, claiming, with a hunger that neither of them could suppress. 

They were oblivious to everything around them—the bustling street, the people walking by, the onlookers who may have witnessed their kiss. It didn’t matter. The only thing that existed in that moment was the feel of their lips against each other, the wet sounds of their kiss echoing in the air, and the heat that was rising between them, building, relentless.

Afrah’s lips parted slightly, her breath coming in short gasps as her mind raced, a flicker of awareness bringing her to her senses. She glanced around, noticing the people around them, the prying eyes.

Afrah: "Vishal!" She whispered urgently, pulling away just enough to speak.

Vishal’s eyes gleamed with intensity, his lips still hovering near hers, barely restrained. "I want my kiss, Afrah," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

She closed her eyes, heart hammering in her chest. She was torn between the burning desire that swelled inside her and the fear of being caught. "Get in the car, please," she whispered, voice barely audible. "You can have it in the car."

Vishal didn’t need any more encouragement. His grin deepened, and without another word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the car.


Inside the car, a thick silence filled the air, heavy with unspoken tension. Afrah’s gaze flickered to Vishal, her heart pounding as she took in his strong, chiseled features, his expression unreadable yet filled with something dark and intense. She watched his hands on the steering wheel, veins tracing over his skin, his grip firm and steady. There was something both comforting and electrifying in that strength, and it sent a thrill through her—a blend of excitement and nerves.

The quiet was almost unbearable, each passing second heightening her anticipation. She was on edge, feeling a growing pull toward him, wondering when he would make his move, and how it would feel to be lost in that moment with him. Outside, the streets had emptied, the darkness settling in around them, broken only by the faint glow of street lamps casting soft, golden light across the car’s interior.

Vishal finally pulled the car to a stop. He turned to her, his gaze holding hers in a way that made her breath hitch. His eyes traced over her face, lingering on her lips before moving back up to meet her gaze, igniting something deep inside her. Afrah felt her pulse quicken, each beat echoing in the silence, and she knew he could sense her anticipation.

Without a word, he reached out, his fingers brushing softly against her cheek before trailing down to her jaw. His hand was warm, sending a spark of heat through her skin. He leaned in slowly, his breath mingling with hers, and the space between them felt charged, alive. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, waiting for him to close the gap and ignite the fire building between them.



With just a touch, she melted, a soft moan escaping her lips. She tried to say something, but he silenced her with a finger, pressing it gently against her mouth. His hand moved slowly to her face, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers, his touch sending shivers through her. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth that spread from her heart, sinking deeper until it pooled between her thighs. 

Turning his hand, he brushed a fingertip over her lips, tracing them softly, igniting a deep ache with each gentle stroke.

He withdrew his fingers, leaning closer, and her eyelids drooped in instinctive anticipation. She waited, her breath catching, but his lips didn’t meet hers right away. He hovered there, his mouth just a breath away from her skin, heightening the anticipation. Then, finally, he kissed her—soft and gentle at first, but as his lips parted and his tongue brushed over hers, she felt the hunger coiled within him, restrained but unmistakable.


In a single heartbeat, his hands found her waist, guiding her to turn before he gently pulled her over to his seat, pressing her back against his chest. She could feel his warmth enveloping her, his heartbeat steady and strong. One of his hands wrapped around her waist, the other lowering until it rested at the edge of her skirt, fingertips grazing her bare skin as he slowly lifted the fabric, his touch sending shivers up her spine.

"God, you’re so beautiful," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin, every word dripping with awe and desire.


Now, she was nestled on his lap, her bare legs stretched out across the other seat, every inch of her skin exposed under the dim light. Her skirt had ridden up, pooling around her waist, leaving her thighs bare to his gaze. His eyes traced the smooth, soft skin of her legs, drinking in the sight of her, his hand resting on her thigh, warm and firm. The contrast of his rough fingers against her softness was electric, every inch of exposed skin calling out for his touch.

His rough fingers slowly traced the soft, milky skin of her thighs, moving upwards with deliberate slowness, teasing her, yet stopping just before reaching their destination. His finger circled the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, the touch light but insistent, drawing out a trembling breath from her.



"So soft," he whispered, his voice husky and thick with desire.

Afrah bit down on her lip, struggling to contain the tremble in her body, her breath catching as his touch set her nerves alight.



His finger played along her inner thighs like a musician strumming a guitar, teasing her with every slow, deliberate movement, but never moving toward the place she ached for. A frustrated moan escaped her lips, her body yearning for more, the tension building with every second.



Slowly, his finger reached her crotch, rubbing over the fabric of her panties. He moved it aside, pressing harder against her, the fabric drenched with her arousal. She could feel her fluids starting to trickle down her inner thighs. Flicking his wrist, he traced her wetness with the tip of his fingers, and it didn’t take long for her labored breathing to transform into a series of soft moans.


He runs his index finger over the length of her pussy, his touch so soft and maddening that she can barely think straight. He was right; this really helped to silence her conscious mind. When his finger finally finds her clit, he begins circling it smoothly, and a soft moan escapes her lips. Then, moving quickly, he flattens the palm of his hand against her, pressing firmly. She gasps, and as she does, he parts her inner lips with one finger, slowly pushing it in.


His other hand finds her breast. She sighs as she feels the cups drooping over her breasts, her nipples hardening, desperate to be set free. He runs his hand up the side of her body once more, stretching his fingers wide before cupping the lower curve of her tits. She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip as he squeezes her soft mounds, the flesh molding to his fingers smoothly. His fingers trace the curve of her breasts, brushing against her hard, rosy tips. “I like that.” He squeezes both breasts harder this time, and she lets out another sharp gasp. He pinches her right nipple between his thumb and index finger, while his other hand was playing with her pussy. 


Hissing through gritted teeth, she feels her insides burning as he pushes his finger all the way in her pussy. Reaching for her clit with his thumb, he begins fingering her while rubbing there. She thrusts back against him, eager to feel his body pressed tightly against hers. Her mind almost explodes as she feels his hard cock, its shape fitting perfectly between her ass cheeks, even bigger than she imagined.



She doesn’t have the time—or brainpower—to keep thinking about how huge his cock is. Vishal begins fingering her so fast that all conscious thought fades away. His thumb circles her clit in a frenetic rhythm, and she can already feel her pussy tightening around his index finger. Upping the intensity, he slides another finger inside and moves them both even faster. With her eyes still closed, she moans loudly, and then fireworks explode behind her closed eyelids. “OH! It’s so—” She trails off, a high-voltage current racing up her spine and striking her brain in mere milliseconds.

But suddenly, he stops his fingers.She moaned in frustration as he stopped.

He pulled his finger out of her pussy, glistening with her arousal, and brought it close to her face. She could smell her own scent, thick and intoxicating.

He whispered, "Look how wet you are."

Then, without hesitation, he brought his finger to his mouth, licking it clean.


He lifted her off his lap, guiding her gently onto the other seat. As he leaned it back, the dim streetlight highlighted the flush on her cheeks, her breathing quickening in anticipation beneath his gaze.

She lay still, holding her breath as she watched the grin on Vishal’s face widen, his thumbs moving up and down over her groin. Moving closer, he parted his lips, lowering his mouth to the wet heat between her thighs. “Oh God,” she moaned, feeling his lips press firmly against her pussy even through the thin fabric of her panty, the sensation was amazing. He sucked hard, and warmth flooded outward from her core, sinful flames igniting beneath her skin and spreading through every inch of her body.

His eyes stay fixed on her panty, his fingers moving carefully over her outer thighs. Slowly,
he dragged them down her legs, as if stripping away her last piece of modesty and any hint of resistance.She lay back down, she’s completely exposed.
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Now completely bare, she felt a shy vulnerability, even in the dim light, and instinctively crossed her thighs to shield herself from his lustful gaze.

He placed his hands firmly on her thighs, gently parting them despite her weak resistance, exposing his prize.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her thigh, his lips sending a jolt through her smooth skin. Slowly, he trailed his kisses upward, his movements purposeful, his intent unmistakable.


His lips pressed softly against the tender skin of her inner thighs, warm and unhurried. Each kiss was slow, his mouth lingering just enough for her to feel the heat of his breath against her sensitive skin. His lips moved in smooth, delicate caresses, trailing upward with a tantalizing rhythm that sent tiny shivers radiating through her body. The sensation was a mix of warmth and electricity, making her skin tingle with anticipation as his kisses drew closer, heightening every inch of her awareness.


Moving slowly, he came closer with parted lips, lowering his mouth to the wet heat between her thighs. “Oh God,” she moaned as his lips pressed firmly against her thighs , and he sucked hard, sending a deep warmth radiating from her core, sinful flames igniting beneath her skin and spreading through her entire body.

Let’s see how delicious you really are," Vishal whispers, before lowering his mouth to her bare pussy. He teases her clit with the tip of his tongue, pressing down gently before sliding it lower to her inner lips. He laps at them eagerly, his tongue moving up and down at a steady rhythm. He presses his mouth against her, the wet warmth of his tongue swirling, sucking eagerly, pulling both her inner lips into his mouth with a hunger that makes her breath catch. His tongue moves with practiced precision, relentless and skilled, each movement sending a jolt of sensation straight to her core.


"Her hand moved involuntarily to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she moaned softly, 'Ahhh, God, ah, mmmm,' the sound of her voice vibrating in the stillness of the car. Her thighs, slick with warmth and tension, pressed against his head, the sensation of his breath sending jolts of electricity through her body. Every touch, every movement felt amplified, the air thick with her need as her body reacted instinctively to his touch."


She runs her fingers through his hair, her eyes fluttering shut as she takes shallow, uneven breaths. Her chest rises and falls erratically with each gasp, the air thick with the pulse of desire. Throwing her head back, she surrenders to the moment, the world beyond slipping away as she loses herself in the sensation. The past and future fade into nothingness, leaving only the present. When it comes to achieving the joys of enlightenment, there’s nothing better than a man who knows how to use his tongue.


She moans softly, more to herself than to him, as she lifts one leg, dbanging both over his shoulder. With a deep breath, she lets herself fall back, her upper body supported only by her elbows. Still working on her clit, he starts ravaging her pussy with a kind of fury she had no idea he was capable of. He’s eating her out as if her pussy is the most delicious thing in the world, and that’s enough to make her head spin.


She sway her hips from side to side, rubbing her pussy against his face, and he matches every movement of her with a flick of his tongue, hitting all the right spots. Then he rests one hand on my thigh, while the other moves to my clit, stroking it gently with two fingers as his mouth works.

His fingers keep on rubbing my clit, electricity darting from there and climbing up her spine, and she can almost hear the whistle of fireworks in the distance - and soon enough these fireworks are going to go off inside her
 skull.

Then, moving fast, he replaces his fingers with his mouth. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he starts sucking it and jabbing at it with the tip of his tongue; the fingers he had on her clit are now parting her pussy lips.He slid his index finger inside of me, curling it upward and taking it all the way to her G-spot. He presses against it hard, and then slides one more finger inside her pussy, the pressure on her G-spot intensifying.


Oh, fuck, Vishal," she moans, her hands gripping his hair as she keeps his head trapped between her thighs. She had no idea a woman could experience this much pleasure. If she'd known he could make her feel this way, she would’ve let him between her thighs a long time ago...

She could only imagine how it would feel to have his huge cock inside her, stretching her wide. No! She couldn’t let her mind go there, or she’d risk giving in. As much as she craved it, she knew there was too much at stake.


“Oh, that feels so… Oh, God,” she pant as he starts sliding his fingers in and out of her, building a rhythm. At first, he moves his fingers kindly, but lust soon takes over their coming and going motion. Before she knows it, he’s flicking his wrist so fast that she can’t even tell if his fingers are going in or out of her pussy.
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“oh ahhh ,ammi ,oh mmm ,pls don't -- ammiii” sentence remains unfinished. Lightning explodes up her spine, and the moment it hits her brain it simply obliterates her capacity for speech. Her mouth is open, but the only thing she capable of right now is moaning. And that’s exactly what she dis - with her head thrown back, she let a loud moan escape from between her lips.



She presses her legs together, so tightly it feels like she might suffocate him between her thighs. But she can’t help it. He’s unlocked a mind-bending orgasm inside her, and now her body is so tense, she’s no longer sure she’s in control.


She lay on the seat for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what had just happened. The pleasure still lingered, radiating through her body like a warm aftershock, and every inch of her felt both light and weightless. Her thighs trembled with the aftereffects, her skin still tingling with the intensity. Her mind was foggy, the world around her spinning as if she were drifting through a dream.

She looked at his face, her breath shallow as she noticed his lips glistening, still wet from her own juices. A surge of desire rushed through her, her body craving his touch once again. The question lingered in her mind—would she let him take it all the way? The thought pulsed through her, tempting yet uncertain. But before she could give in to the flood of emotions, the sharp sound of her phone ringing cut through the moment, pulling her back to reality.


It was Sohail. She caught her breath for a moment, trying to calm the racing thoughts in her mind. After a beat, she picked up her phone. His voice came through, casual yet concerned. “Did you reach home?”

She quickly composed herself, her voice steady as she replied, “Yeah, I just got home. You know how the traffic is.”

He seemed convinced by her answer, his voice still laced with concern but softened by the familiarity of their conversation. She quickly added, "I'll call you later," her voice steady despite the lingering tension in the car. 


She looked at Vishal again, her heart racing, the warmth of the moment still swirling around her. Without thinking, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was intense, hungry, and familiar, and she could taste herself on his lips.

She pulled back slightly, her breath quickening as she felt something stir beneath her hand, pressing against her palm from where it rested on his thigh. It felt impossibly big, and the heat between them intensified. She parted her lips from his, gazing at him with a mix of desire and curiosity, her mind racing with possibilities.

But with a sudden sense of clarity, she took control, steadying her breath. "You got your kiss," she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady. "Now drop me home."

Vishal’s smirk only deepened, the unspoken tension hanging thick in the air.


Vishal didn’t protest or say anything. He simply smiled, a quiet, knowing smile, and turned back to his seat. Without another word, he started the car and drove her home. The ride was filled with an unspoken tension, the silence between them thick and charged with the aftermath of what had just transpired. When they finally reached her home, he parked the car, but neither of them moved right away. The moment lingered, heavy with unexpressed emotions and desires, before he broke the silence with a simple, "Take care."

She nodded, her heart still racing as she stepped out of the car, the weight of everything hanging between them as she made her way to her door.