29-12-2024, 12:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 29-12-2024, 01:06 AM by clearlover. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
PART I
The morning light was harsh, revealing Esha's reflection in the mirror with an unforgiving clarity. Today, she wasn't just celebrating another year of life but stepping into a role shaped by the unspoken rules of society, where her beauty was not just for herself but for the men who claimed parts of her life. She remembered Priya's talks about how women often have to dance to the tune played by the men around them, how their actions are measured by male expectations. Today, she felt this pressure like a heavy cloak, yet she stood with determination in her eyes.
Esha stood before her mirror, the morning light casting a sensual glow over her skin, highlighting the contours of her body. She took her time, each movement deliberate, as if she were preparing for a sacred ritual. She selected a sky-blue saree, its color a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside her. The fabric was sheer, teasingly transparent in the right light, hinting at the curves beneath. Her fingers traced the delicate border, feeling the silk against her skin, a silent promise of what was to come.
Esha stepped into the saree, the material sliding over her legs, caressing her skin with each fold. The pleats fell just so, creating an alluring silhouette that highlighted her waist before cascading down. The pallu dbangd over one shoulder, leaving the other bare, her skin glowing with anticipation.
The blouse was a masterpiece of seduction, cut low in the back, exposing the line of her spine, inviting eyes to wander. It clung to her breasts, the neckline daringly low, offering a glimpse of her cleavage, accentuating her form, making her not just beautiful but commanding, her presence filling the room with an unspoken promise of pleasure.
She adorned her ears with long, dangling earrings that swayed with each movement, drawing attention to her neck's delicate curve. Her wrists bore bangles that jingled softly, a melody to her hand's dance. Her makeup was the final touch; her eyes lined with kohl, making them appear larger, more expressive, a window to her soul and desires. Her lips were a deep red, inviting, almost daring anyone to taste them.
As she looked at herself, Esha knew she was dressing for a battle of emotions, for the men drawn to her like moths to a flame. She was a vision of desire, embodying her situation's complexity, her beauty a weapon and shield in the silent war of love and expectation.
Kunal watched from afar, a mix of pride and pain in his chest. He knew this beauty, this preparation, was not for him, yet he admired the woman he loved, now dressed for a moment that could mend or break them.
When Aniket entered, the air thickened with anticipation. His gaze found Esha, and he forgot how to breathe. She was an embodiment of desire, a goddess in sky-blue silk that clung to her curves, the fabric teasing with its transparency, hinting at the beauty beneath.
His eyes traveled from her delicate feet, up her legs, to her cinched waist. The blouse was artful, inviting his touch, the low back and neckline beckoning him closer. Her bare shoulder was a canvas for his kisses, the pallu slipping to offer glimpses of what was his in secret moments.
Aniket's heart raced with admiration and primal urge. Esha's beauty was magnetic, pulling him towards her. Her kohl-framed eyes held secrets and promises, her red lips an invitation. He saw the complexity of her role, shaped by expectations, yet to him, she was his muse, his desire, his undoing.
His admiration was deep, acknowledging the woman navigating desires not just her own. Yet, he saw only the Esha from their intimate escapes, the one who matched his passion, made him feel alive. He recognized her role but responded only to her, the Esha who was beautiful, commanding, and utterly his, even if only in their secret world.
The birthday gathering was an exercise in pretense, where laughter and joy were the masks worn over the tension that simmered below. Kunal and Aniket, both drawn to Esha, were also bound by an unspoken agreement, circling around the roles they played in her life, each expecting something from her.
Aditya, oblivious to the currents beneath the surface, was the epitome of joy, his laughter a reminder of what was at stake, of the innocence they all sought to preserve. His happiness was genuine, cutting through the tension as he stood between his parents for the cake cutting.
As the festivities drew to a close, Priya, sensing the impending storm, suggested taking Aditya for a sleepover, an act of shielding him from what was to come. The farewells were lingered over, filled with extra kisses, longer hugs, each a silent prayer for his safety from the emotional maelstrom ahead.
With Aditya's departure, the pretense fell away. Esha felt the weight of their gazes, her beauty now a battlefield, her actions shaped by the silent demands of the men who loved her in their own ways. She was expected to perform, to fulfill desires not just her own, but those imposed upon her by the men in her life, navigating through a complex dance of love, duty, and expectation, all while trying to hold onto her own sense of self.
After Aditya left, a heavy silence fell over the room, the weight of the impending moment pressing down on each of them. Esha, Kunal, and Aniket stood there, the air thick with tension, none knowing how to proceed. It was Aniket who finally broke the silence, his voice gentle yet firm, aiming to steer the atmosphere back towards some semblance of normalcy.
"Today is about celebrating Esha," Aniket said, his tone respectful, his eyes meeting Kunal's in a silent acknowledgment of the complexity of their situation. "No matter what, she deserves to feel cherished on her birthday. Let's focus on that, on her happiness, before anything else."
Kunal, feeling the weight of Aniket's words, nodded slowly, his expression softening slightly as he absorbed the sentiment. "You're right," he conceded, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and a desire to honor Esha, despite the pain. "Let's make this day about her, for her."
Aniket complimented further, his voice gentle, "Btw, your home is very beautiful. It seems like only a beautiful lady can decorate a house so beautifully." Esha responded with a small, shy look towards him, her cheeks coloring with a hint of embarrassment. Kunal felt a flutter in his stomach at the words, acknowledging the sentiment with a nod, "Thank you, Aniket. Esha has always had a knack for making any place feel like home." The compliment, while simple, managed to ease the tension.
Aniket said, "The balcony is the charm of this house. It was the first thing I noticed when I came inside."
Esha couldn't help but say, "Kunal sold all his company's stocks just to buy this flat with a bigger balcony. I wanted a smaller one to save money."
Kunal laughed, "I like spending time with my family in this part of the flat."
Kunal and Esha shared a look, engaging in direct conversation after a long time.
Aniket simply said, "Good choice.". Aiming to lighten the mood further, suggested, "Let's cherish the balcony." He took charge, arranging a three-seater sofa, two chairs, and placing a center table between them. Once everything was set, he announced, "On my last trip to Europe, I brought back this best 18-year-old single malt whiskey from Loch Lomond." Showing it to Kunal, he watched as Kunal whistled and said, "I've heard good things about that, always wanted to try it." Aniket added, "And there's champagne to celebrate the birthday." With all the arrangements in place, they moved to the balcony. There was an air of dignity among them, each maintaining respect for the others.
Esha, still uncertain about the storm that was to come, felt a measure of relief that decorum had been preserved so far. She looked at Aniket and Kunal, appreciating the effort to keep things civil.
Kunal and Esha sat on the chairs, while Aniket took his place on the couch, choosing the side with the view he liked best. He unbottled the champagne, filling three glasses, and handed two to Kunal and Esha, keeping one for himself. Raising his glass for a toast, he began, "To the most beautiful lady," he paused, correcting himself, "To the most beautiful couple, and to the birthday lady." Aniket's charm and knack for initiating conversation were on full display. Esha was already familiar with this side of him, while Kunal observed closely, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Aniket's manner could charm any woman, Kunal thought, a realization that stirred a slight unease within him.
Both men finished their champagne, then moved on to their whiskey. Esha opted for a soft drink, wanting to keep a clear head to monitor the unfolding events. After a couple of pegs, Kunal and Aniket delved into conversations ranging from politics to sports to the US market. Aniket, in particular, made efforts to include Esha, but her responses were marked by uncertainty, shyness, and an awareness of the gathering's underlying purpose. She seemed lost, contributing only with brief "hmm's" and "oh's".
Even in his attempt to act the gentleman, Aniket's tipsiness led his gaze to linger on Esha, his eyes subtly tracing the outline of her form, the tension in her expression, the way her makeup accentuated her features, giving her the allure of an "apsara". He was visibly captivated, searching for a moment to vocalize his admiration, which he seized when Kunal left for the washroom.
Leaning in, his voice a whisper of desire, Aniket confessed, "You look like a fairy tonight, Esha. If Kunal wasn't here, I would've kissed that lipstick off your lips, maybe even more." His words, laden with longing, caused Esha's cheeks to flush a deep pink, a silent acknowledgment of his compliment. She replied, her voice soft with a mix of embarrassment and relief, "You've made the atmosphere so relaxed, it's as if Kunal has forgotten the very reason we're all here." She voiced her discomfort, questioning the necessity of this charade, of being reduced to an object in this game of emotions.
Aniket, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and calculation, said, "Kunal isn't just tipsy; he's practically swimming in his drink. Come sit by me, see how he reacts." Esha, feeling the weight of her unresolved emotions, decided it was time to confront the situation head-on. She wanted the night to end with some form of resolution, even if it meant facing the worst. With a mix of determination and trepidation, she moved to the couch but deliberately chose the farthest end from Aniket, her body language still giving a feel of the whole ordeal.
Kunal's return to the balcony was met with an immediate jolt; his heart literally skipped a beat upon seeing Esha now seated at the other end of the couch. Aniket, sensing Kunal's sudden unease, spoke up with a confidence that seemed to fill the space around them, "Esha was sitting at the end where the moonlight wasn't doing justice to her beauty." His voice, though smooth, carried a daring undertone that sent a wave of nervousness through both Kunal and Esha. Without missing a beat, Aniket poured a third round of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as it flowed into the glasses.
His eyes, now fixed on Esha's hands, gleamed with a particular interest. "I was observing the nail polish on Esha," he continued, his gaze lingering on her fingers, "Those tastefully manicured nails look divine, especially when the moonlight kisses them. That dark red color, it's the color of desire." His words painted a vivid picture, each syllable dripping with an appreciation that felt almost tangible. Esha was left speechless, her cheeks coloring to match the very nail polish Aniket praised, feeling both flattered and exposed by his directness. Kunal, on the other hand, had never paid attention to such details; the comment was a stark reminder of the different lenses through which Aniket and he viewed Esha. He could only lift his eyes to meet Aniket's, his face betraying his surprise and a growing sense of inadequacy.
Aniket, perhaps feeling the weight of the moment, quickly pivoted to a random, lighter topic, trying to dissipate the tension. Yet, the echo of his last sentence about Esha's nails lingered like a whisper in the night, its impact still resonating between Kunal and Esha.
As the third round of whiskey reached its midpoint, Aniket turned to Kunal, his voice an enticing drawl, "Do you find Esha looking a little tired now?" Esha, caught off guard, shot back at Aniket, her tone laced with confusion and a hint of defiance, unsure of what he was trying to accomplish. She had thought he would wait for Kunal's lead, but now it seemed Aniket was taking the reins, steering the evening in his direction.
Kunal, meanwhile, was still grappling with the image of Esha's fair skin against the deep red of her nails, his mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The alcohol was beginning to warp his clarity, making each moment feel like it was slipping through his fingers. Aniket, seizing the moment, asked, "Would you mind, Kunal, if I give Esha a little foot massage to help her relax?" Kunal's response was a mere stutter, "Wh...", his words failing him.
Without waiting for a clear answer, Aniket moved towards Esha, gently lifting her foot, still adorned with her sandal, and said, "Come on, Esha, it's just a foot massage." Esha's eyes darted to Kunal, silently pleading for him to intervene, but all she saw was Kunal downing his entire glass in one gulp and reaching for the bottle to pour another. Feeling helpless, Esha averted her gaze, her eyes trailing off in another direction as she felt Aniket's hands now firmly holding her feet. She was acutely aware that Aniket had always had a particular fondness for her feet, having gifted her numerous anklets.
Within a flash of seconds, Esha's sandals were off, and Aniket's hands were on her feet, his touch sending waves of electricity through her. With the first sensation, Esha leaned down, her breath hot against Aniket's ear, whispering, "Aniket, can't you see, Kunal is very much watching." Her voice was low, dripping with both arousal and anxiety, yet Kunal, with his senses heightened by the alcohol, caught every word. Aniket, his voice laced with a challenge, replied, "Isn't this Kunal's idea? If he wants, he can call it off at any moment." Then, with a deliberate pause, he continued, "Sit back and relax," his words a command wrapped in seduction.
Esha, feeling the heat of Aniket's hands as they massaged her feet, began to lean back against the footrest of the sofa, her body betraying her with a slight arch. Aniket's lips moved from caressing her feet to sucking on her toes, his tongue swirling around each one, leaving them glistening with his saliva. Her pedicured feet, now wet and shining under the moonlight, seemed to invite more of his adoration. His mouth then began a slow, deliberate journey, licking from her feet up to her knees, tracing the back of her calf with a sensuous glide. Esha's saree had ridden up, but she firmly held Aniket's hand, signaling not to venture beyond her knees.
Taking the cue, Aniket moved up, sitting very close to her. Esha, lost in her desire, kept her eyes closed, her breath coming in shallow, excited gasps. Aniket, without sparing Kunal a glance, leaned in close
to Esha's ear, his lips nibbling gently on both ears, sending her arousal soaring. His breath was warm against her skin as he moved to the back of her neck, his lips and teeth working in tandem, evoking sensations that made her body tremble. He whispered, his voice thick with desire, acknowledging the aroma that was so womanly, so uniquely Esha.
Despite the pleasure, Esha held back, the presence of Kunal stripping away any comfort she might have felt to fully express her emotions. Her shyness was palpable, a silent battle between her desire and the reality of the situation.
Kunal, meanwhile, felt a surge of physical response that contradicted his inner turmoil. Under his pants, he felt a hardon, his body reacting in stark opposition to what his heart felt in his real life. He was caught in a maelstrom of confusion, his arousal a stark reminder of the complexity of human desires.
Aniket's exploration continued, his mouth now trailing from Esha's ear to her neck, her cheeks, and down to her shoulders, which were half-exposed out of her blouse. Her skin was now not just flushed with excitement but also drenched with Aniket's saliva, marking her with his passion, each touch pushing the boundaries of what was intended, of what Kunal had perhaps imagined when he set this night in motion.
As Aniket's hand ventured towards Esha's breast, she once again caught his wrist, a silent plea for some semblance of modesty, especially since the breast Aniket chose was on the side farthest from Kunal. Esha slightly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a mixture of desire and pleading, silently begging Aniket to understand her discomfort under Kunal's watchful eyes.
The erotic scene unfolding before him was enough to push Kunal to the brink, his body betraying him as he felt the beginning of pre-cum leaking, a physical manifestation of his conflicting emotions. Unaware of Esha's silent protest, Aniket, driven by lust rather than reflection, pushed his hand inside her blouse. Esha, aware of Kunal's prying eyes, quickly adjusted her pallu, dbanging it over to shield their actions from view. However, her attempt at modesty was futile; the pallu, stretched thin by its spread, became translucent enough to offer Kunal an unobstructed view of Aniket's hand playing with his wife, an image that seared into his mind, amplifying the torment of his own desires and the reality of what he had set in motion.
When Aniket's lips found the curve of Esha's lower back, the most sensitive part of her, each kiss sent electric shivers through her body. He could feel the quiver under his mouth, the unmistakable sign of her climax. With Kunal's silence as their witness, Esha, now emboldened, pulled Aniket into her embrace, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Take me down," she whispered, guiding him to lay her on the sofa.
Aniket's mouth claimed hers with a hunger he'd been restraining all evening, his tongue delving deep, tasting her, claiming her. He moved to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, then to her breasts, his lips and tongue dancing over the fabric of her blouse, teasing the peaks beneath. Esha's voice was a soft moan, "Keep it on, love it over," she whispered, her words barely audible, a secret shared only between them. Aniket complied, his kisses and sucks making her blouse cling to her skin, her nipples hardening under the attention, visible only to him, hidden from Kunal's view. Once he was done, he adjusted her blouse with a tender touch, leaving no trace of their intimate moment.
His own desire now undeniable, Aniket unzipped himself, his erection straining against his clothes. He lay over Esha, guiding her hand to him, whispering with a hoarse need, "Feel how much I want you." His voice was thick with lust.
But Esha, caught in a moment of clarity amidst her arousal, pushed his hands away, her body rising from the sofa. Her pallu was barely covering her, her blouse and bra askew, revealing more than she intended. Her eyes, wild with passion yet tinged with tears of ecstasy, her kajal smeared, her hair a disheveled cascade, she looked at Aniket, "Tell Kunal to sleep, we're done here."
Aniket, still caught in the throes of desire, countered, "We're not even close to done."
Esha's resolve was firm, "Come with me." She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the guest room.
Kunal, his heart a mix of arousal and pain, followed silently. But as soon as they entered, Esha closed the door with a resolute click.
From the other side, Kunal heard Aniket's voice, pleading with a mix of desire and desperation, "At least keep the door ajar, so Kunal can see our love making."
Esha's response was clear, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions, "This is my boundary. Kunal is not allowed beyond it." Her words were a declaration, setting the terms of her surrender to her own desires, on her terms.
After four pegs and two hours since his first drop of alcohol, Kunal was no longer in a position to make judgments. He could hear the sounds around him, see what was happening, and his body reacted to the stimuli, but whether the actions were right or wrong, harmless or harmful, was shrouded in a fog of inebriation.
The only thing Kunal remembered was the betrayal of his wife, and with it came a wave of sadness. He was supposed to witness her intimacy with that man in front of him, but now, with the door closed, he was left in the dark, literally and metaphorically. The last sentence Esha spoke was heard because it was uttered when the door hadn't fully closed, spoken from just beside it, but as they moved further away, their secrets would remain just that - secret.
Suddenly, a giggling sound pierced through his hazy consciousness, coming from the side of the balcony. His legs, guided by an instinct he couldn't control, moved towards it. Kunal's 2 BHK flat had a layout where the living room, kitchen, and guest room all shared the same balcony. In the guest room, a small window also opened to this balcony, while the larger window faced the main road, as their apartment was the last in the society. To avoid the morning light that could wake them, they had installed blackout curtains that completely blocked the view. However, if the window remained open, one could easily miss closing it, especially without any air disturbance. When Kunal reached the balcony, he found that the window was left ajar; he remembered he had forgotten to close it after enjoying some fresh air in the morning. The curtain was ninety-five percent drawn, offering only a five percent view of the room. From this sliver, he could see Esha's evening blouse lying on the floor, but not much more. However, he could sense the presence of someone sitting on the bed. The next moment, he heard the sound of a door opening, likely from the attached bathroom of the room.
"See, you spoiled the expensive panty that you gifted," Kunal heard Esha saying, realizing it was she who had just emerged from the washroom.
"Aww, you wore it for me," Aniket's voice came, tinged with playful affection.
"I wore everything for you," Esha responded, her sultry voice carrying a mix of wanting and desire.
"Did you really think we'd go through with it today?" Kunal heard Aniket's voice, a mix of curiosity and desire.
"I wasn't sure," Esha confessed, her voice a whisper of longing, "but wearing it made me feel close to you, even if we couldn't be together in the way I wanted." Her words carried a soft promise as she moved closer to him, the tension between them palpable through the slight opening.
There was a pause, filled with the sound of their breathing, then the unmistakable sound of a kiss, slow and deliberate, lips smacking with a sensual rhythm that reignited Kunal's turmoil. After several minutes, their lips parted with a loud smack. "I missed you so much; I never thought we'd be here again," Esha said, her voice trembling with a cocktail of pain and excitement.
The rustling of clothes followed, a symphony of undressing. Kunal watched as garments flew towards the spot where Esha's blouse lay - her panties, Aniket's shirt, pants, and then his undergarment. "Oh, look at you, my baby," Esha cooed, her voice dripping with affection, the sound of Aniket's giggle confirming exactly what she was admiring. "Sorry I couldn't touch you back then," she added, her tone teasing yet sincere.
"But before I pour my love to you, let me give your 'boss' a piece of my mind," Esha purred, her voice a sultry tease, clearly aiming her words at Aniket's arousal.
"So, Mr. Duffer," she continued, her tone both playful and chiding, "the more I pleaded for you to take it slow out there on the balcony, the more you stirred my heart, my mind, with your touches." Her words were a seductive reprimand for the way he had caressed her under Kunal's gaze. "How did you expect me to return the favor, to pleasure you, with 'him' watching us?" Her complaint carried an edge of seduction, her voice low and teasing, as if the challenge itself was part of the play.
"You were looking so beautiful today that the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to pull you close and devour you," Aniket confessed, his voice deepening with desire. "You can't even fathom the restraint I had to muster today, waiting for what felt like an eternity." His words were followed by the sound of them pulling into a deep, passionate kiss. When they parted, Esha's breath was slightly ragged, "Let me show you how much I wanted to return the favor," she said, her voice suggesting a playful challenge.
From the narrow sliver of the window, it seemed Esha had knelt at the corner of the bed. Silence ensued, only broken by Aniket's soft hisses. Gradually, the sounds of Esha's slurping and kissing filled the air, making it clear she was giving him a blowjob. "Easy, don't bite," Aniket cautioned with a playful tone, followed by Esha's giggle. The intensity of the slurping sounds grew, filling the room with the erotic melody of their intimacy. Kunal tried to adjust his position, hoping for even the slightest glimpse, but his efforts were in vain.
"Can you do the rest of the blowjob on the bed? I want to see your beautiful earrings dangling while you do that," Aniket requested, his voice thick with lust.
"Uh, your fantasies never end," Esha responded, her tone one of amused disbelief, but she complied. The sounds of bodies moving and the bed creaking signaled their shift to the mattress. Now, with Esha presumably on the bed, the visual Aniket desired was out of Kunal's sight, but the sounds became even more vivid, the rhythmic motion now accompanied by the gentle jingle of Esha's earrings, adding to the sensual cacophony emanating from the room.
For the next ten minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of Esha slurping and Aniket grunting, with brief moments of silence. No words were exchanged, making it feel like an eternity for Kunal who was trying to make sense of everything while eavesdropping. Kunal's balls ached with the need to cum, the silence from the room only adding to his frustration.
Then Aniket's voice broke the silence, "Enough, let me take you from behind." That sentence was all it took for Kunal to cum, releasing everything he'd been holding back since he saw Esha move to the couch with Aniket earlier that evening. For a few seconds, his arousal transformed into a kind of peace, the alcohol numbing the pain, providing a brief escape from his thoughts. But the moment was fleeting as the sounds continued from the room.
He heard Esha's soft whisper, "Slowly," as they transitioned to the new position.
Kunal, still leaning against the wall, his mind clouded by alcohol, tried to make sense of the muffled sounds from the other side. The room swayed around him, his thoughts a mix of pain and reluctant arousal.
"God, you feel good," Aniket's voice, a low murmur, carried to Kunal, stirring emotions he wished he could ignore.
Kunal fought to stay focused, the alcohol making everything feel distant yet painfully sharp. He imagined them, the slow, deep thrusts, the connection that seemed to stretch on endlessly.
"Keep it like that," Esha's voice came again, a plea that felt like a betrayal to Kunal.
His own body ached with an unwanted arousal, the pain in his chest as heavy as the one in his head from the booze.
"I'm close," Esha said after what felt like an age, her voice thick with pleasure.
"Me too," Aniket answered, but instead of the expected climax, there was just a pause, a change in their rhythm.
Then, after a delayed gasp from Esha, one that suggested she was feeling Aniket deeply, she said with a playful tone, "Let's do your favorite, the Lotus."
The double meaning wasn't lost on Kunal, even in his drunken state, but the idea of them moving to another position without release only added to his confusion and turmoil. The gasp from Esha, indicating she was getting it deep, made the reality hit Kunal even harder, the alcohol not enough to dull the sting of sounds and the complex mix of emotions swirling within him.
Now positioned in the Lotus, their movements started slow, Esha sitting on Aniket's lap, her legs wrapped around him.
"Slow, Esha, feel every inch," Aniket instructed, his voice rough with desire.
Esha responded, her voice a sultry tease, "Let me draw every drop from you, Aniket."
Kunal could hear the change in pace, the slow, deliberate movements picking up speed. The sounds of their bodies, now closer, more intimate, filled the air.
"Harder, Aniket, let me take all of you," Esha urged, her voice full of want.
The rhythm turned from slow to hard and fast, the slapping of skin echoing through the window.
"Fuck, Esha, you're drawing it all out," Aniket grunted, his voice strained with the intensity of the moment.
Kunal listened, the alcohol making the sounds seem louder, more real, the notion of Esha drawing Aniket to climax an image that clashed with his drunken attempt at peace. The pace was now frantic, their breaths heavy, the room filled with the sounds of their hard, fast lovemaking.
Then, there was a sudden change in tone, Esha's voice a whisper of shock and pleasure, "Oh, Aniket, I didn't know I could... that this could happen."
Aniket's response was equally hushed, filled with awe and reassurance, "It's okay, just let it go. Happy birthday, it's still your day."
As Esha inadvertently squirted, the sound of her release mixed with Aniket's words triggered another unexpected climax for Kunal, his body reacting almost against his will.
After a moment, Esha's voice was tinged with embarrassment, "I've made such a mess, the bed, you... we need to change the sheets."
Aniket, trying to soothe her, responded softly, "Don't worry about it, Esha. It's natural. We'll change the sheets, it's nothing."
Kunal, struggling to process this new layer of interaction, heard the hurried sounds of them changing the bedsheets, the rustling of fabric, and the soft, quick movements. Then Esha's voice, playful yet suggestive, "Come, let's have a quick shower together."
The sound of the bathroom door moving confirmed their departure. There was silence for a long while, the only sounds the occasional drip of water or muted whispers from the bathroom.
Eventually, Kunal heard the door open again, signaling their return. Esha's voice, now teasing, said, "We should get some rest; we've got more rounds to go."
Aniket's chuckle was barely audible, "Rest up, then. We've only just begun."
Kunal, feeling exhausted, his pants soaked from his own release, decided he couldn't take any more. With a heavy heart and a muddled mind, he staggered away from the door towards their bedroom, seeking the oblivion of sleep to escape the night's revelations.
When Kunal stumbled back into his room, a heavy sense of loneliness washed over him. The betrayal he felt was like a physical weight, his own idea to watch Esha with Aniket on her birthday now seeming like a monumental mistake. Guilt gnawed at him, knowing he had set this night in motion, yet there was an undeniable arousal from the intensity of what had transpired, an event that was morally wrong but had given Esha a moment of beauty, of something intense and intimate. The jealousy was there, biting and sharp, but Kunal was too exhausted to sort through his feelings, too tired to judge or even process the night's events. The room spun slightly from the alcohol, and the emotional drain made his body feel heavy. With these conflicting emotions swirling in his mind, Kunal collapsed onto the bed, the sheets cool against his skin, and he drifted into a deep, troubled sleep.
Next Kunal found himself awake after sleep, the darkness of the room still encompassing him, signaling that the sun had yet to rise. As he opened his eyes, a sharp headache assaulted him, the remnants of a hangover making his head throb with each heartbeat. He shut his eyes again, seeking refuge from the pain, but sleep eluded him now. His stomach churned with a strange, fluttering sensation, a mix of nausea and an inexplicable excitement, the kind that knots your insides with anticipation. He felt an unusual stiffness in his penis, not quite an erection but a persistent reminder of the arousal that had plagued him earlier. The alcohol's fog had lifted from his mind, leaving behind a clarity that was both a curse and a blessing. In this moment, the darkness of the room seemed to mirror the turmoil in his heart, the betrayal and jealousy now clearer, more poignant, than when he had collapsed into troubled sleep.
Kunal could now imagine with stark clarity how beautiful Esha had looked. The celebration of her birthday on the balcony played back in his mind like a film reel; he saw Esha, her silhouette in the moonlight, as she shifted from her chair to sit beside Aniket on the couch. He remembered the events up until his third peg with crystal clarity—the laughter, the chatter, the tension in the air. But after that, the memories blurred into scenes rather than specific words, a montage of emotions and sensations.
He saw Aniket savoring Esha's body in front of him, the way his hands had explored her with a familiarity that stung Kunal's heart. He remembered Esha leading Aniket to the guestroom, her movements fluid and confident, her eyes burning with a desire that made her look like a lioness in heat. When the door closed, the soft moans that followed were like whispers of betrayal, yet they held a melody of pleasure he'd never known Esha to express with him.
In the half-light of his memory, he heard Esha's sexy whispers, the rhythmic creaking of the bed, sounds of their lovemaking that were both alien and intimate. And then, that moment when Esha's voice broke into a new dimension, a sound of pure ecstasy as she squirted, something Kunal had never witnessed in their seven years of marriage. These thoughts, this vivid replay, pulled him into a half-dream state where reality and fantasy blurred.
As these images and sounds replayed, the mild stiffness in his penis transformed into a full erection, his body responding to the complex mix of emotions—jealousy, arousal, betrayal, and a deep, haunting longing for the woman he still loved, now seen in a light that both captivated and tore at him.
Suddenly, something jolted Kunal back to reality. He sat up in bed, realizing it was ten minutes to 5 AM. Driven by an impulse he couldn't ignore, he moved towards the guest room, which was still closed, enveloped in silence. The lack of any sound from inside made the quietness almost ominous. He then headed to the balcony, towards the guestroom's window where he had eavesdropped on his wife's lovemaking the night before. The window remained in the same state; through the slight opening in the blind curtain, he could sense the darkness within, contrasted by the mild glow of a table lamp, a detail from last night etched in his memory.
He stood there for some time, listening intently, but there was nothing but the sound of breathing. Just as he decided to retreat, he heard:
A little gasp.
Followed by a mild cry.
"Ouch, you're marking me," Esha said, her voice dripping with a mix of pain and pleasure.
Silence.
Then, a louder "Ouch! That's going to leave a mark," from Esha, followed by the distinct sound of a male smacking.
"I've signed you now," Aniket said, his voice thick with desire.
Kunal could figure out that Aniket was giving Esha hickeys on her breasts.
"Please sleep, you need to go before 'he' wakes up," Kunal heard Esha saying, her voice a sultry whisper of urgency.
Then, Kunal heard Esha whispering in a seductive, teasing tone, "Oh, I've lost count for me. You've outdone yourself."
"Five times," Aniket confirmed, his voice husky, filled with exhaustion.
Kunal stood frozen, the realization of what had transpired, what was still transpiring, crashing over him like a wave. His erection had waned, replaced by a heaviness in his chest, the betrayal now not just a memory from the night before but a continuing nightmare that was unfolding in real-time.
He returned to his room, his mind a chaotic mix of pain, arousal waning, and astonishment at discovering Esha's hidden libido, at how he had never really tried to explore this side of her. With these thoughts swirling and the hangover still clinging to him, he went into the bathroom for a moment of solitary release. But even as he masturbated, the act was tinged with sorrow rather than satisfaction. After washing up, he returned to bed, the emotional and physical exhaustion pulling him back into a troubled sleep.
(To be continued.......)
The morning light was harsh, revealing Esha's reflection in the mirror with an unforgiving clarity. Today, she wasn't just celebrating another year of life but stepping into a role shaped by the unspoken rules of society, where her beauty was not just for herself but for the men who claimed parts of her life. She remembered Priya's talks about how women often have to dance to the tune played by the men around them, how their actions are measured by male expectations. Today, she felt this pressure like a heavy cloak, yet she stood with determination in her eyes.
Esha stood before her mirror, the morning light casting a sensual glow over her skin, highlighting the contours of her body. She took her time, each movement deliberate, as if she were preparing for a sacred ritual. She selected a sky-blue saree, its color a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside her. The fabric was sheer, teasingly transparent in the right light, hinting at the curves beneath. Her fingers traced the delicate border, feeling the silk against her skin, a silent promise of what was to come.
Esha stepped into the saree, the material sliding over her legs, caressing her skin with each fold. The pleats fell just so, creating an alluring silhouette that highlighted her waist before cascading down. The pallu dbangd over one shoulder, leaving the other bare, her skin glowing with anticipation.
The blouse was a masterpiece of seduction, cut low in the back, exposing the line of her spine, inviting eyes to wander. It clung to her breasts, the neckline daringly low, offering a glimpse of her cleavage, accentuating her form, making her not just beautiful but commanding, her presence filling the room with an unspoken promise of pleasure.
She adorned her ears with long, dangling earrings that swayed with each movement, drawing attention to her neck's delicate curve. Her wrists bore bangles that jingled softly, a melody to her hand's dance. Her makeup was the final touch; her eyes lined with kohl, making them appear larger, more expressive, a window to her soul and desires. Her lips were a deep red, inviting, almost daring anyone to taste them.
As she looked at herself, Esha knew she was dressing for a battle of emotions, for the men drawn to her like moths to a flame. She was a vision of desire, embodying her situation's complexity, her beauty a weapon and shield in the silent war of love and expectation.
Kunal watched from afar, a mix of pride and pain in his chest. He knew this beauty, this preparation, was not for him, yet he admired the woman he loved, now dressed for a moment that could mend or break them.
When Aniket entered, the air thickened with anticipation. His gaze found Esha, and he forgot how to breathe. She was an embodiment of desire, a goddess in sky-blue silk that clung to her curves, the fabric teasing with its transparency, hinting at the beauty beneath.
His eyes traveled from her delicate feet, up her legs, to her cinched waist. The blouse was artful, inviting his touch, the low back and neckline beckoning him closer. Her bare shoulder was a canvas for his kisses, the pallu slipping to offer glimpses of what was his in secret moments.
Aniket's heart raced with admiration and primal urge. Esha's beauty was magnetic, pulling him towards her. Her kohl-framed eyes held secrets and promises, her red lips an invitation. He saw the complexity of her role, shaped by expectations, yet to him, she was his muse, his desire, his undoing.
His admiration was deep, acknowledging the woman navigating desires not just her own. Yet, he saw only the Esha from their intimate escapes, the one who matched his passion, made him feel alive. He recognized her role but responded only to her, the Esha who was beautiful, commanding, and utterly his, even if only in their secret world.
The birthday gathering was an exercise in pretense, where laughter and joy were the masks worn over the tension that simmered below. Kunal and Aniket, both drawn to Esha, were also bound by an unspoken agreement, circling around the roles they played in her life, each expecting something from her.
Aditya, oblivious to the currents beneath the surface, was the epitome of joy, his laughter a reminder of what was at stake, of the innocence they all sought to preserve. His happiness was genuine, cutting through the tension as he stood between his parents for the cake cutting.
As the festivities drew to a close, Priya, sensing the impending storm, suggested taking Aditya for a sleepover, an act of shielding him from what was to come. The farewells were lingered over, filled with extra kisses, longer hugs, each a silent prayer for his safety from the emotional maelstrom ahead.
With Aditya's departure, the pretense fell away. Esha felt the weight of their gazes, her beauty now a battlefield, her actions shaped by the silent demands of the men who loved her in their own ways. She was expected to perform, to fulfill desires not just her own, but those imposed upon her by the men in her life, navigating through a complex dance of love, duty, and expectation, all while trying to hold onto her own sense of self.
After Aditya left, a heavy silence fell over the room, the weight of the impending moment pressing down on each of them. Esha, Kunal, and Aniket stood there, the air thick with tension, none knowing how to proceed. It was Aniket who finally broke the silence, his voice gentle yet firm, aiming to steer the atmosphere back towards some semblance of normalcy.
"Today is about celebrating Esha," Aniket said, his tone respectful, his eyes meeting Kunal's in a silent acknowledgment of the complexity of their situation. "No matter what, she deserves to feel cherished on her birthday. Let's focus on that, on her happiness, before anything else."
Kunal, feeling the weight of Aniket's words, nodded slowly, his expression softening slightly as he absorbed the sentiment. "You're right," he conceded, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and a desire to honor Esha, despite the pain. "Let's make this day about her, for her."
Aniket complimented further, his voice gentle, "Btw, your home is very beautiful. It seems like only a beautiful lady can decorate a house so beautifully." Esha responded with a small, shy look towards him, her cheeks coloring with a hint of embarrassment. Kunal felt a flutter in his stomach at the words, acknowledging the sentiment with a nod, "Thank you, Aniket. Esha has always had a knack for making any place feel like home." The compliment, while simple, managed to ease the tension.
Aniket said, "The balcony is the charm of this house. It was the first thing I noticed when I came inside."
Esha couldn't help but say, "Kunal sold all his company's stocks just to buy this flat with a bigger balcony. I wanted a smaller one to save money."
Kunal laughed, "I like spending time with my family in this part of the flat."
Kunal and Esha shared a look, engaging in direct conversation after a long time.
Aniket simply said, "Good choice.". Aiming to lighten the mood further, suggested, "Let's cherish the balcony." He took charge, arranging a three-seater sofa, two chairs, and placing a center table between them. Once everything was set, he announced, "On my last trip to Europe, I brought back this best 18-year-old single malt whiskey from Loch Lomond." Showing it to Kunal, he watched as Kunal whistled and said, "I've heard good things about that, always wanted to try it." Aniket added, "And there's champagne to celebrate the birthday." With all the arrangements in place, they moved to the balcony. There was an air of dignity among them, each maintaining respect for the others.
Esha, still uncertain about the storm that was to come, felt a measure of relief that decorum had been preserved so far. She looked at Aniket and Kunal, appreciating the effort to keep things civil.
Kunal and Esha sat on the chairs, while Aniket took his place on the couch, choosing the side with the view he liked best. He unbottled the champagne, filling three glasses, and handed two to Kunal and Esha, keeping one for himself. Raising his glass for a toast, he began, "To the most beautiful lady," he paused, correcting himself, "To the most beautiful couple, and to the birthday lady." Aniket's charm and knack for initiating conversation were on full display. Esha was already familiar with this side of him, while Kunal observed closely, feeling a twinge of jealousy. Aniket's manner could charm any woman, Kunal thought, a realization that stirred a slight unease within him.
Both men finished their champagne, then moved on to their whiskey. Esha opted for a soft drink, wanting to keep a clear head to monitor the unfolding events. After a couple of pegs, Kunal and Aniket delved into conversations ranging from politics to sports to the US market. Aniket, in particular, made efforts to include Esha, but her responses were marked by uncertainty, shyness, and an awareness of the gathering's underlying purpose. She seemed lost, contributing only with brief "hmm's" and "oh's".
Even in his attempt to act the gentleman, Aniket's tipsiness led his gaze to linger on Esha, his eyes subtly tracing the outline of her form, the tension in her expression, the way her makeup accentuated her features, giving her the allure of an "apsara". He was visibly captivated, searching for a moment to vocalize his admiration, which he seized when Kunal left for the washroom.
Leaning in, his voice a whisper of desire, Aniket confessed, "You look like a fairy tonight, Esha. If Kunal wasn't here, I would've kissed that lipstick off your lips, maybe even more." His words, laden with longing, caused Esha's cheeks to flush a deep pink, a silent acknowledgment of his compliment. She replied, her voice soft with a mix of embarrassment and relief, "You've made the atmosphere so relaxed, it's as if Kunal has forgotten the very reason we're all here." She voiced her discomfort, questioning the necessity of this charade, of being reduced to an object in this game of emotions.
Aniket, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and calculation, said, "Kunal isn't just tipsy; he's practically swimming in his drink. Come sit by me, see how he reacts." Esha, feeling the weight of her unresolved emotions, decided it was time to confront the situation head-on. She wanted the night to end with some form of resolution, even if it meant facing the worst. With a mix of determination and trepidation, she moved to the couch but deliberately chose the farthest end from Aniket, her body language still giving a feel of the whole ordeal.
Kunal's return to the balcony was met with an immediate jolt; his heart literally skipped a beat upon seeing Esha now seated at the other end of the couch. Aniket, sensing Kunal's sudden unease, spoke up with a confidence that seemed to fill the space around them, "Esha was sitting at the end where the moonlight wasn't doing justice to her beauty." His voice, though smooth, carried a daring undertone that sent a wave of nervousness through both Kunal and Esha. Without missing a beat, Aniket poured a third round of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as it flowed into the glasses.
His eyes, now fixed on Esha's hands, gleamed with a particular interest. "I was observing the nail polish on Esha," he continued, his gaze lingering on her fingers, "Those tastefully manicured nails look divine, especially when the moonlight kisses them. That dark red color, it's the color of desire." His words painted a vivid picture, each syllable dripping with an appreciation that felt almost tangible. Esha was left speechless, her cheeks coloring to match the very nail polish Aniket praised, feeling both flattered and exposed by his directness. Kunal, on the other hand, had never paid attention to such details; the comment was a stark reminder of the different lenses through which Aniket and he viewed Esha. He could only lift his eyes to meet Aniket's, his face betraying his surprise and a growing sense of inadequacy.
Aniket, perhaps feeling the weight of the moment, quickly pivoted to a random, lighter topic, trying to dissipate the tension. Yet, the echo of his last sentence about Esha's nails lingered like a whisper in the night, its impact still resonating between Kunal and Esha.
As the third round of whiskey reached its midpoint, Aniket turned to Kunal, his voice an enticing drawl, "Do you find Esha looking a little tired now?" Esha, caught off guard, shot back at Aniket, her tone laced with confusion and a hint of defiance, unsure of what he was trying to accomplish. She had thought he would wait for Kunal's lead, but now it seemed Aniket was taking the reins, steering the evening in his direction.
Kunal, meanwhile, was still grappling with the image of Esha's fair skin against the deep red of her nails, his mind a whirl of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The alcohol was beginning to warp his clarity, making each moment feel like it was slipping through his fingers. Aniket, seizing the moment, asked, "Would you mind, Kunal, if I give Esha a little foot massage to help her relax?" Kunal's response was a mere stutter, "Wh...", his words failing him.
Without waiting for a clear answer, Aniket moved towards Esha, gently lifting her foot, still adorned with her sandal, and said, "Come on, Esha, it's just a foot massage." Esha's eyes darted to Kunal, silently pleading for him to intervene, but all she saw was Kunal downing his entire glass in one gulp and reaching for the bottle to pour another. Feeling helpless, Esha averted her gaze, her eyes trailing off in another direction as she felt Aniket's hands now firmly holding her feet. She was acutely aware that Aniket had always had a particular fondness for her feet, having gifted her numerous anklets.
Within a flash of seconds, Esha's sandals were off, and Aniket's hands were on her feet, his touch sending waves of electricity through her. With the first sensation, Esha leaned down, her breath hot against Aniket's ear, whispering, "Aniket, can't you see, Kunal is very much watching." Her voice was low, dripping with both arousal and anxiety, yet Kunal, with his senses heightened by the alcohol, caught every word. Aniket, his voice laced with a challenge, replied, "Isn't this Kunal's idea? If he wants, he can call it off at any moment." Then, with a deliberate pause, he continued, "Sit back and relax," his words a command wrapped in seduction.
Esha, feeling the heat of Aniket's hands as they massaged her feet, began to lean back against the footrest of the sofa, her body betraying her with a slight arch. Aniket's lips moved from caressing her feet to sucking on her toes, his tongue swirling around each one, leaving them glistening with his saliva. Her pedicured feet, now wet and shining under the moonlight, seemed to invite more of his adoration. His mouth then began a slow, deliberate journey, licking from her feet up to her knees, tracing the back of her calf with a sensuous glide. Esha's saree had ridden up, but she firmly held Aniket's hand, signaling not to venture beyond her knees.
Taking the cue, Aniket moved up, sitting very close to her. Esha, lost in her desire, kept her eyes closed, her breath coming in shallow, excited gasps. Aniket, without sparing Kunal a glance, leaned in close
to Esha's ear, his lips nibbling gently on both ears, sending her arousal soaring. His breath was warm against her skin as he moved to the back of her neck, his lips and teeth working in tandem, evoking sensations that made her body tremble. He whispered, his voice thick with desire, acknowledging the aroma that was so womanly, so uniquely Esha.
Despite the pleasure, Esha held back, the presence of Kunal stripping away any comfort she might have felt to fully express her emotions. Her shyness was palpable, a silent battle between her desire and the reality of the situation.
Kunal, meanwhile, felt a surge of physical response that contradicted his inner turmoil. Under his pants, he felt a hardon, his body reacting in stark opposition to what his heart felt in his real life. He was caught in a maelstrom of confusion, his arousal a stark reminder of the complexity of human desires.
Aniket's exploration continued, his mouth now trailing from Esha's ear to her neck, her cheeks, and down to her shoulders, which were half-exposed out of her blouse. Her skin was now not just flushed with excitement but also drenched with Aniket's saliva, marking her with his passion, each touch pushing the boundaries of what was intended, of what Kunal had perhaps imagined when he set this night in motion.
As Aniket's hand ventured towards Esha's breast, she once again caught his wrist, a silent plea for some semblance of modesty, especially since the breast Aniket chose was on the side farthest from Kunal. Esha slightly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a mixture of desire and pleading, silently begging Aniket to understand her discomfort under Kunal's watchful eyes.
The erotic scene unfolding before him was enough to push Kunal to the brink, his body betraying him as he felt the beginning of pre-cum leaking, a physical manifestation of his conflicting emotions. Unaware of Esha's silent protest, Aniket, driven by lust rather than reflection, pushed his hand inside her blouse. Esha, aware of Kunal's prying eyes, quickly adjusted her pallu, dbanging it over to shield their actions from view. However, her attempt at modesty was futile; the pallu, stretched thin by its spread, became translucent enough to offer Kunal an unobstructed view of Aniket's hand playing with his wife, an image that seared into his mind, amplifying the torment of his own desires and the reality of what he had set in motion.
When Aniket's lips found the curve of Esha's lower back, the most sensitive part of her, each kiss sent electric shivers through her body. He could feel the quiver under his mouth, the unmistakable sign of her climax. With Kunal's silence as their witness, Esha, now emboldened, pulled Aniket into her embrace, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Take me down," she whispered, guiding him to lay her on the sofa.
Aniket's mouth claimed hers with a hunger he'd been restraining all evening, his tongue delving deep, tasting her, claiming her. He moved to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, then to her breasts, his lips and tongue dancing over the fabric of her blouse, teasing the peaks beneath. Esha's voice was a soft moan, "Keep it on, love it over," she whispered, her words barely audible, a secret shared only between them. Aniket complied, his kisses and sucks making her blouse cling to her skin, her nipples hardening under the attention, visible only to him, hidden from Kunal's view. Once he was done, he adjusted her blouse with a tender touch, leaving no trace of their intimate moment.
His own desire now undeniable, Aniket unzipped himself, his erection straining against his clothes. He lay over Esha, guiding her hand to him, whispering with a hoarse need, "Feel how much I want you." His voice was thick with lust.
But Esha, caught in a moment of clarity amidst her arousal, pushed his hands away, her body rising from the sofa. Her pallu was barely covering her, her blouse and bra askew, revealing more than she intended. Her eyes, wild with passion yet tinged with tears of ecstasy, her kajal smeared, her hair a disheveled cascade, she looked at Aniket, "Tell Kunal to sleep, we're done here."
Aniket, still caught in the throes of desire, countered, "We're not even close to done."
Esha's resolve was firm, "Come with me." She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the guest room.
Kunal, his heart a mix of arousal and pain, followed silently. But as soon as they entered, Esha closed the door with a resolute click.
From the other side, Kunal heard Aniket's voice, pleading with a mix of desire and desperation, "At least keep the door ajar, so Kunal can see our love making."
Esha's response was clear, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions, "This is my boundary. Kunal is not allowed beyond it." Her words were a declaration, setting the terms of her surrender to her own desires, on her terms.
After four pegs and two hours since his first drop of alcohol, Kunal was no longer in a position to make judgments. He could hear the sounds around him, see what was happening, and his body reacted to the stimuli, but whether the actions were right or wrong, harmless or harmful, was shrouded in a fog of inebriation.
The only thing Kunal remembered was the betrayal of his wife, and with it came a wave of sadness. He was supposed to witness her intimacy with that man in front of him, but now, with the door closed, he was left in the dark, literally and metaphorically. The last sentence Esha spoke was heard because it was uttered when the door hadn't fully closed, spoken from just beside it, but as they moved further away, their secrets would remain just that - secret.
Suddenly, a giggling sound pierced through his hazy consciousness, coming from the side of the balcony. His legs, guided by an instinct he couldn't control, moved towards it. Kunal's 2 BHK flat had a layout where the living room, kitchen, and guest room all shared the same balcony. In the guest room, a small window also opened to this balcony, while the larger window faced the main road, as their apartment was the last in the society. To avoid the morning light that could wake them, they had installed blackout curtains that completely blocked the view. However, if the window remained open, one could easily miss closing it, especially without any air disturbance. When Kunal reached the balcony, he found that the window was left ajar; he remembered he had forgotten to close it after enjoying some fresh air in the morning. The curtain was ninety-five percent drawn, offering only a five percent view of the room. From this sliver, he could see Esha's evening blouse lying on the floor, but not much more. However, he could sense the presence of someone sitting on the bed. The next moment, he heard the sound of a door opening, likely from the attached bathroom of the room.
"See, you spoiled the expensive panty that you gifted," Kunal heard Esha saying, realizing it was she who had just emerged from the washroom.
"Aww, you wore it for me," Aniket's voice came, tinged with playful affection.
"I wore everything for you," Esha responded, her sultry voice carrying a mix of wanting and desire.
"Did you really think we'd go through with it today?" Kunal heard Aniket's voice, a mix of curiosity and desire.
"I wasn't sure," Esha confessed, her voice a whisper of longing, "but wearing it made me feel close to you, even if we couldn't be together in the way I wanted." Her words carried a soft promise as she moved closer to him, the tension between them palpable through the slight opening.
There was a pause, filled with the sound of their breathing, then the unmistakable sound of a kiss, slow and deliberate, lips smacking with a sensual rhythm that reignited Kunal's turmoil. After several minutes, their lips parted with a loud smack. "I missed you so much; I never thought we'd be here again," Esha said, her voice trembling with a cocktail of pain and excitement.
The rustling of clothes followed, a symphony of undressing. Kunal watched as garments flew towards the spot where Esha's blouse lay - her panties, Aniket's shirt, pants, and then his undergarment. "Oh, look at you, my baby," Esha cooed, her voice dripping with affection, the sound of Aniket's giggle confirming exactly what she was admiring. "Sorry I couldn't touch you back then," she added, her tone teasing yet sincere.
"But before I pour my love to you, let me give your 'boss' a piece of my mind," Esha purred, her voice a sultry tease, clearly aiming her words at Aniket's arousal.
"So, Mr. Duffer," she continued, her tone both playful and chiding, "the more I pleaded for you to take it slow out there on the balcony, the more you stirred my heart, my mind, with your touches." Her words were a seductive reprimand for the way he had caressed her under Kunal's gaze. "How did you expect me to return the favor, to pleasure you, with 'him' watching us?" Her complaint carried an edge of seduction, her voice low and teasing, as if the challenge itself was part of the play.
"You were looking so beautiful today that the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to pull you close and devour you," Aniket confessed, his voice deepening with desire. "You can't even fathom the restraint I had to muster today, waiting for what felt like an eternity." His words were followed by the sound of them pulling into a deep, passionate kiss. When they parted, Esha's breath was slightly ragged, "Let me show you how much I wanted to return the favor," she said, her voice suggesting a playful challenge.
From the narrow sliver of the window, it seemed Esha had knelt at the corner of the bed. Silence ensued, only broken by Aniket's soft hisses. Gradually, the sounds of Esha's slurping and kissing filled the air, making it clear she was giving him a blowjob. "Easy, don't bite," Aniket cautioned with a playful tone, followed by Esha's giggle. The intensity of the slurping sounds grew, filling the room with the erotic melody of their intimacy. Kunal tried to adjust his position, hoping for even the slightest glimpse, but his efforts were in vain.
"Can you do the rest of the blowjob on the bed? I want to see your beautiful earrings dangling while you do that," Aniket requested, his voice thick with lust.
"Uh, your fantasies never end," Esha responded, her tone one of amused disbelief, but she complied. The sounds of bodies moving and the bed creaking signaled their shift to the mattress. Now, with Esha presumably on the bed, the visual Aniket desired was out of Kunal's sight, but the sounds became even more vivid, the rhythmic motion now accompanied by the gentle jingle of Esha's earrings, adding to the sensual cacophony emanating from the room.
For the next ten minutes, the room was filled with the sounds of Esha slurping and Aniket grunting, with brief moments of silence. No words were exchanged, making it feel like an eternity for Kunal who was trying to make sense of everything while eavesdropping. Kunal's balls ached with the need to cum, the silence from the room only adding to his frustration.
Then Aniket's voice broke the silence, "Enough, let me take you from behind." That sentence was all it took for Kunal to cum, releasing everything he'd been holding back since he saw Esha move to the couch with Aniket earlier that evening. For a few seconds, his arousal transformed into a kind of peace, the alcohol numbing the pain, providing a brief escape from his thoughts. But the moment was fleeting as the sounds continued from the room.
He heard Esha's soft whisper, "Slowly," as they transitioned to the new position.
Kunal, still leaning against the wall, his mind clouded by alcohol, tried to make sense of the muffled sounds from the other side. The room swayed around him, his thoughts a mix of pain and reluctant arousal.
"God, you feel good," Aniket's voice, a low murmur, carried to Kunal, stirring emotions he wished he could ignore.
Kunal fought to stay focused, the alcohol making everything feel distant yet painfully sharp. He imagined them, the slow, deep thrusts, the connection that seemed to stretch on endlessly.
"Keep it like that," Esha's voice came again, a plea that felt like a betrayal to Kunal.
His own body ached with an unwanted arousal, the pain in his chest as heavy as the one in his head from the booze.
"I'm close," Esha said after what felt like an age, her voice thick with pleasure.
"Me too," Aniket answered, but instead of the expected climax, there was just a pause, a change in their rhythm.
Then, after a delayed gasp from Esha, one that suggested she was feeling Aniket deeply, she said with a playful tone, "Let's do your favorite, the Lotus."
The double meaning wasn't lost on Kunal, even in his drunken state, but the idea of them moving to another position without release only added to his confusion and turmoil. The gasp from Esha, indicating she was getting it deep, made the reality hit Kunal even harder, the alcohol not enough to dull the sting of sounds and the complex mix of emotions swirling within him.
Now positioned in the Lotus, their movements started slow, Esha sitting on Aniket's lap, her legs wrapped around him.
"Slow, Esha, feel every inch," Aniket instructed, his voice rough with desire.
Esha responded, her voice a sultry tease, "Let me draw every drop from you, Aniket."
Kunal could hear the change in pace, the slow, deliberate movements picking up speed. The sounds of their bodies, now closer, more intimate, filled the air.
"Harder, Aniket, let me take all of you," Esha urged, her voice full of want.
The rhythm turned from slow to hard and fast, the slapping of skin echoing through the window.
"Fuck, Esha, you're drawing it all out," Aniket grunted, his voice strained with the intensity of the moment.
Kunal listened, the alcohol making the sounds seem louder, more real, the notion of Esha drawing Aniket to climax an image that clashed with his drunken attempt at peace. The pace was now frantic, their breaths heavy, the room filled with the sounds of their hard, fast lovemaking.
Then, there was a sudden change in tone, Esha's voice a whisper of shock and pleasure, "Oh, Aniket, I didn't know I could... that this could happen."
Aniket's response was equally hushed, filled with awe and reassurance, "It's okay, just let it go. Happy birthday, it's still your day."
As Esha inadvertently squirted, the sound of her release mixed with Aniket's words triggered another unexpected climax for Kunal, his body reacting almost against his will.
After a moment, Esha's voice was tinged with embarrassment, "I've made such a mess, the bed, you... we need to change the sheets."
Aniket, trying to soothe her, responded softly, "Don't worry about it, Esha. It's natural. We'll change the sheets, it's nothing."
Kunal, struggling to process this new layer of interaction, heard the hurried sounds of them changing the bedsheets, the rustling of fabric, and the soft, quick movements. Then Esha's voice, playful yet suggestive, "Come, let's have a quick shower together."
The sound of the bathroom door moving confirmed their departure. There was silence for a long while, the only sounds the occasional drip of water or muted whispers from the bathroom.
Eventually, Kunal heard the door open again, signaling their return. Esha's voice, now teasing, said, "We should get some rest; we've got more rounds to go."
Aniket's chuckle was barely audible, "Rest up, then. We've only just begun."
Kunal, feeling exhausted, his pants soaked from his own release, decided he couldn't take any more. With a heavy heart and a muddled mind, he staggered away from the door towards their bedroom, seeking the oblivion of sleep to escape the night's revelations.
When Kunal stumbled back into his room, a heavy sense of loneliness washed over him. The betrayal he felt was like a physical weight, his own idea to watch Esha with Aniket on her birthday now seeming like a monumental mistake. Guilt gnawed at him, knowing he had set this night in motion, yet there was an undeniable arousal from the intensity of what had transpired, an event that was morally wrong but had given Esha a moment of beauty, of something intense and intimate. The jealousy was there, biting and sharp, but Kunal was too exhausted to sort through his feelings, too tired to judge or even process the night's events. The room spun slightly from the alcohol, and the emotional drain made his body feel heavy. With these conflicting emotions swirling in his mind, Kunal collapsed onto the bed, the sheets cool against his skin, and he drifted into a deep, troubled sleep.
Next Kunal found himself awake after sleep, the darkness of the room still encompassing him, signaling that the sun had yet to rise. As he opened his eyes, a sharp headache assaulted him, the remnants of a hangover making his head throb with each heartbeat. He shut his eyes again, seeking refuge from the pain, but sleep eluded him now. His stomach churned with a strange, fluttering sensation, a mix of nausea and an inexplicable excitement, the kind that knots your insides with anticipation. He felt an unusual stiffness in his penis, not quite an erection but a persistent reminder of the arousal that had plagued him earlier. The alcohol's fog had lifted from his mind, leaving behind a clarity that was both a curse and a blessing. In this moment, the darkness of the room seemed to mirror the turmoil in his heart, the betrayal and jealousy now clearer, more poignant, than when he had collapsed into troubled sleep.
Kunal could now imagine with stark clarity how beautiful Esha had looked. The celebration of her birthday on the balcony played back in his mind like a film reel; he saw Esha, her silhouette in the moonlight, as she shifted from her chair to sit beside Aniket on the couch. He remembered the events up until his third peg with crystal clarity—the laughter, the chatter, the tension in the air. But after that, the memories blurred into scenes rather than specific words, a montage of emotions and sensations.
He saw Aniket savoring Esha's body in front of him, the way his hands had explored her with a familiarity that stung Kunal's heart. He remembered Esha leading Aniket to the guestroom, her movements fluid and confident, her eyes burning with a desire that made her look like a lioness in heat. When the door closed, the soft moans that followed were like whispers of betrayal, yet they held a melody of pleasure he'd never known Esha to express with him.
In the half-light of his memory, he heard Esha's sexy whispers, the rhythmic creaking of the bed, sounds of their lovemaking that were both alien and intimate. And then, that moment when Esha's voice broke into a new dimension, a sound of pure ecstasy as she squirted, something Kunal had never witnessed in their seven years of marriage. These thoughts, this vivid replay, pulled him into a half-dream state where reality and fantasy blurred.
As these images and sounds replayed, the mild stiffness in his penis transformed into a full erection, his body responding to the complex mix of emotions—jealousy, arousal, betrayal, and a deep, haunting longing for the woman he still loved, now seen in a light that both captivated and tore at him.
Suddenly, something jolted Kunal back to reality. He sat up in bed, realizing it was ten minutes to 5 AM. Driven by an impulse he couldn't ignore, he moved towards the guest room, which was still closed, enveloped in silence. The lack of any sound from inside made the quietness almost ominous. He then headed to the balcony, towards the guestroom's window where he had eavesdropped on his wife's lovemaking the night before. The window remained in the same state; through the slight opening in the blind curtain, he could sense the darkness within, contrasted by the mild glow of a table lamp, a detail from last night etched in his memory.
He stood there for some time, listening intently, but there was nothing but the sound of breathing. Just as he decided to retreat, he heard:
A little gasp.
Followed by a mild cry.
"Ouch, you're marking me," Esha said, her voice dripping with a mix of pain and pleasure.
Silence.
Then, a louder "Ouch! That's going to leave a mark," from Esha, followed by the distinct sound of a male smacking.
"I've signed you now," Aniket said, his voice thick with desire.
Kunal could figure out that Aniket was giving Esha hickeys on her breasts.
"Please sleep, you need to go before 'he' wakes up," Kunal heard Esha saying, her voice a sultry whisper of urgency.
Then, Kunal heard Esha whispering in a seductive, teasing tone, "Oh, I've lost count for me. You've outdone yourself."
"Five times," Aniket confirmed, his voice husky, filled with exhaustion.
Kunal stood frozen, the realization of what had transpired, what was still transpiring, crashing over him like a wave. His erection had waned, replaced by a heaviness in his chest, the betrayal now not just a memory from the night before but a continuing nightmare that was unfolding in real-time.
He returned to his room, his mind a chaotic mix of pain, arousal waning, and astonishment at discovering Esha's hidden libido, at how he had never really tried to explore this side of her. With these thoughts swirling and the hangover still clinging to him, he went into the bathroom for a moment of solitary release. But even as he masturbated, the act was tinged with sorrow rather than satisfaction. After washing up, he returned to bed, the emotional and physical exhaustion pulling him back into a troubled sleep.
(To be continued.......)
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