Adultery The Facilitator

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Part P.....Continues



Esha and Aniket lay in the afterglow of their intense session, the sheets around them a chaotic mix of silk and shadows. The room was filled with the scent of passion, the candles casting a warm glow over their skin, highlighting the love bites and marks that colored Esha's body. The air was still charged with desire, but now it was tempered with a gentle calm.


Aniket, his breath now steady, gazed at Esha with eyes full of wonder. "You're so beautiful, so wild," he whispered, his fingers tracing the gentle curves of her body, feeling the softness of her skin, marked by their passionate play. "You are meant to be adored, explored."

Esha snuggled closer, feeling his touch as a tender caress after the storm, her body still buzzing from their intimacy. "You make me feel like I'm more than just, you know, a wifey," she giggled, her voice light, carrying a mix of delight and a whisper of guilt for the secret pleasure she found here.

Aniket hugged her tighter, his hands caressing her back, pulling her into a warm embrace. "I love making you feel that way," he murmured into her hair, his voice soft, intimate.

Aniket smiled, his touch moving to her hair, pushing it back to see her face fully. "I was expecting you to say 'Red' at any moment, but you never did. Even when I was rough, you took it all, like it was what you craved," he said, his voice teasing, proud of her surrender.

Esha giggled, the sound light and free. "I guess I was too caught up in you, in us," she confessed, her eyes meeting his, the connection between them a silent acknowledgment of their shared journey.


Feeling the need to ground themselves, Aniket suggested, "Let's make some coffee. I think we've earned it." They both laughed, the idea of something as normal as coffee-making a perfect contrast to their wild escapade.

They moved to the kitchen, Esha wrapping herself in one of Aniket's shirts. Aniket watched her, enjoying the domesticity of the moment, the way her body moved, the way she looked in his shirt. They worked together making which felt simple and comforting.

With mugs in hand, they stepped out onto the balcony. The night air felt cool, calm and romantic. They stood close, the city lights twinkling below, a silent witness to their secret world.


Aniket took a sip of his coffee, savoring the warmth.

He placed the mug down, his arms circling Esha from behind, pulling her close.

"Every time with you," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear, "is like peeling back a new layer."

Esha leaned back, her body molding against his, her feet softly playing with his.

"You make me feel so special," she murmured, her voice a soft confession.

"Like I'm more than just..."

She paused, her nails lightly scratching his skin, a playful tease.

"...just a woman who is bound by her duties, either at home or workplace ," she finished, her words heavy with the secret thrill of their connection.

Aniket's kiss landed softly on her neck, his hands finding her hips, pulling her even closer.

"I want to explore," he breathed out, each word a promise.

"Every. Part. Of. You." His voice was thick with desire.

"Esha, every fantasy," he whispered, his fingers tracing circles on her skin.

"Every desire," he added, their conversation heating up.


As they emptied their mugs, Aniket took Esha's hand, his touch sending a familiar thrill up her arm.

"Feel like going for another round, love?" he asked, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

Esha's eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed his hand, pulling him gently towards the doorway.

"Maybe you should convince me," she teased, her voice playful yet laden with desire.

Their walk back to the bedroom felt like gliding on air, the normalcy of coffee giving way to the electric anticipation of their next moment of passion.

Esha's fingers traced the back of his hand, her touch light but deliberate, igniting the fire they both knew was never fully extinguished.


Aniket pulled her close, his body molding against hers, the promise of intimacy igniting the air around them.

Back in the bedroom, Aniket gently guided Esha to the bed, his touch now more deliberate, more possessive. He kissed her softly, his lips teasing hers open, their tongues meeting in a dance that echoed the rhythm of their hearts. His hands slid under her shirt, fingers brushing against her skin, eliciting a soft moan from Esha, "Mmm..."

Esha responded by pressing herself closer, her hands roaming over his back, nails scbanging lightly, urging him on. She whispered, "I need you," her voice a blend of desire and playfulness.

Aniket moved to her breasts, his fingers circling her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, the words vibrating against her skin.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against one nipple, tasting the night's coolness mixed with her warmth. His tongue danced around her areola, then captured her nipple, sucking gently at first, drawing out a soft, "Oh..." from Esha. His hunger grew, sucking more intensely, making her breath hitch with pleasure, "Ahhh..."

Switching to the other breast, his mouth continued its worship, his tongue flicking over the now-sensitive peak, before enveloping it in warmth. His lips pulled, teeth grazing just enough to send waves of pleasure through her. Esha arched into him, her body responding with an audible, "Yes, like that," her moans filling the room, each sound a testament to the pleasure he was giving.

Esha's hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, her body writhing with each touch, each kiss. Her moans became a melody of their shared desire, a soundtrack to their erotic play, as she whispered encouragements, "Don't stop, Aniket," her voice a sultry invitation to continue their dance of pleasure.

Aniket's lips tickled Esha's ear, his breath warm. "What if your breasts could make milk now?" he whispered, giggling like a child.

Esha chuckled, "Silly, that's for babies!"

"But wouldn't that be fun?" Aniket's voice was teasing, his fingers playful on her skin.

"Fun, huh?" Esha laughed, her tone indulgent.

"Imagine how sweet it would be," he added, his voice now a playful whisper.

Esha's breath hitched with a laugh, "You always think of the craziest things!"

"Like our own secret treat," Aniket suggested, his words carrying a seductive edge.

"You're impossible," Esha said, her voice full of playful reproach, yet her body responded to his touch, the fantasy taking a more intimate turn.

Aniket, playing the part of an innocent, curious child, continued sucking on Esha's breasts with exaggerated enthusiasm, his lips and tongue working hard. "No milk yet!" he exclaimed with mock disappointment, his eyes twinkling.

Esha playfully nagged him, "You silly man, milk doesn't just come out like that!"

Aniket, feigning ignorance, grinned up at her. "But why not? You should explain it to me."

Esha tensed, a mix of amusement and sudden seriousness crossing her face. "Aniket, no, let's not go there..." she pleaded, her voice losing some of its playful edge.

But Aniket was relentless, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples, his mouth still teasing her. "Come on, teach me," he whispered, his voice a blend of teasing and seduction.

Esha, caught between arousal and the desire to keep things light, felt her body responding to his touches. With a playful roll of her eyes and a sigh that was part frustration, part arousal, she began to explain. "Okay, fine. Women only produce milk when they're pregnant or after they've had a baby. It's not just for fun," she said, her tone now a mixture of teaching and teasing.

Aniket, still playing with her, responded with a mock pout. "So, no magical milk for me today?"

Esha laughed, the tension easing as she playfully swatted at him. "No, but you can keep trying if you like the taste of my skin," she said, her voice now fully playful again, her body relaxing into the game they were playing.


Aniket continued to lavish attention on Esha's breasts, his lips and tongue working with a playful fervor. After a while, he looked up with a mischievous grin, "I'm imagining sucking milk right out of you."

Esha giggled, her laughter like a tease, shaking her head. "You won't find any sweet milk here, lover," she said, her voice playful yet sultry. "But, how about I fetch some from the kitchen... unless you want something else to drink?" Her tone was light, teasing, with a hint of invitation in her words.

Aniket pouted, his hands still gently exploring. "But I want it from here," he insisted, his voice playful yet with an edge of desire.

Sensing the conversation veering into a territory that made her uncomfortable, Esha gently moved him away from her breasts. "Let's make love instead," she suggested, her voice now serious, trying to shift the focus back to their physical connection.

Aniket chuckled, still in the playful mood. "Maybe I should just make you pregnant then, to get that milk," he jested, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

The humor drained from Esha's face, replaced by a look of seriousness and a hint of fear. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back slightly. "Aniket, please, let's not talk about this. Even as a fantasy, it terrifies me," she said, her voice earnest and slightly shaken. "

Esha sighed, the weight of her reality settling in.

"I'm already giving you more than I should," she said, her voice laced with guilt and regret.

Aniket's teasing expression softened as he saw the seriousness in her eyes.

"I can't let you have me like that," she whispered, her voice heavy with the implications of her words.

Her eyes held his, a silent plea for understanding. "I have commitments, Aniket. I can't risk more."



Esha felt the air around them grow heavy with the shift from romance to solemnity, the earlier light-heartedness now shadowed by seriousness. She noticed the subtle droop in Aniket's smile, the slight furrow of his brow, and a pang of guilt twisted in her heart. She couldn't let the night end on this note, not with such a beautiful connection they shared.

With a sudden inspiration, she decided to reclaim the magic of the moment. Her eyes lit up with mischief, sparkling with a new, playful plan. She reached out, her fingers gently touching his cheek, turning his face towards her. "Look at that face," she teased softly, her voice already weaving back the strands of their earlier intimacy, determined to see his smile return.

"You look like you need some cheering up, baby," she cooed, her voice soft and teasing as she gently pushed him back onto the bed.

Aniket, caught off guard by her sudden playfulness, couldn't help but smile. "Oh, and how do you plan to do that?" he asked, his voice regaining its playful tone.


Esha didn't respond with words; instead, she moved gracefully, kneeling between his legs, the rustle of fabric whispering in the quiet room as her hands delicately worked to undo his shorts. Her fingers were nimble, the touch of her skin against his sending a shiver of anticipation through him. She looked up, her eyes capturing his in a gaze that was both a promise and an invitation, filled with the warmth of the moment.

"Let me make it all better," she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur, blending teasing with an affectionate care that spoke of their deep connection. The scent of their earlier intimacy still lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the candles, creating a wrapping of desire around them.


Esha leaned in, her breath warm against him, the anticipation palpable in the air. She took him into her mouth with a gentle "Mmm...", the sound resonating, a soft hum that vibrated against his sensitive skin, drawing a sharp gasp from Aniket. Her lips enveloped him, creating a seal of warmth and moisture, as she began an exploration that was both artistic and sensual.

Her tongue danced around the tip of his penis, swirling, teasing, her breath hot and teasing, each movement sending waves of pleasure through him. She then traced down his length, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside, the sensation like a whisper of silk against him. Her hand joined in, fingers caressing him with a rhythm that was both soothing and intensely arousing, the friction of her palm against his skin adding to the symphony of sensations.

"Does this feel good, huh?" she whispered, her voice a playful tease directed at his arousal, her eyes flicking up to meet his with a look of feigned innocence that belied the skill of her actions. She then gently scratched her nails along the base of his shaft, the slight sting mingling with pleasure, making his breath catch.

With a playful challenge, she pinned his hands above his head, her strength surprising him, her control thrilling. Now, with his hands out of the way, she took him deeper, her mouth enveloping more of him, her throat relaxing to allow for a deep, consuming swallow that had Aniket moaning. The wet sounds of her mouth working him filled the room, each stroke deliberate, each suck showcasing her desire to please him.

Her hands moved to his balls, fingers gently rolling them, caressing, the skin there so sensitive to her touch. She took one into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue flicking over it, the contrast of sensations driving him wild. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured to his erection, her voice sultry, her attention now divided between his shaft and balls, her hands and mouth in perfect harmony.

The room was thick with the sound of their intimacy, the wet, rhythmic noises of her mouth, his deep, appreciative groans, and her soft, teasing words, all weaving together into an erotic game designed to erase any trace of earlier disappointment, to reignite the fire of their passion.


Esha's deep throat was so intense, Aniket felt the climax building too fast. "Slow down, love," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure, trying to delay the inevitable.

Esha, with a mischievous glint in her eye, didn't relent, her actions a silent challenge. "Can't handle it?" she murmured, her voice a sultry tease, her mouth not slowing its rhythm.

Aniket, his breath hitching, finally had to act, gently pulling her up and flipping her onto the bed. "My turn," he growled playfully, his desire evident in his tone.


Esha, with a playful smirk, kept her hand firmly over her vagina, her legs tightly closed. "Not so fast," she teased, her voice dripping with seduction, her eyes challenging him.

Aniket grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh, playing hard to get, are we?" His hands gently tried to pry her legs apart, his touch feather-light yet insistent.

Esha giggled, her body tensing in mock resistance. "Maybe you need to work for it," she said, her voice a playful taunt, her hand not budging.

Aniket's fingers danced along her thighs, teasing, "I'll make you forget that hand is there," he promised, his voice thick with desire.

"Prove it," Esha challenged, her breath hitching at his touch, her eyes locked with his in a silent duel of desire.

"You're driving me wild, Esha," Aniket murmured, his hands now more insistent, trying to slip between her legs. "Let me show you how much I need you."

Esha's laughter was soft, her body betraying her with a slight arch towards him. "Then convince me," she whispered, her voice a sultry dare.

"You think you can keep me out?" Aniket asked, his voice a mix of playful accusation and longing as his hands continued their gentle assault.


Esha's eyes sparkled with mischief, enjoying the game they were playing. "Maybe I can," she teased, her hand still guarding her treasure, her legs playfully resisting.

Aniket's touch became more persuasive, his fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs, inching closer. "I love when you make me work for it," he said, his voice a low, seductive murmur, his breath hot against her skin.

Esha's breath hitched, a small moan escaping her lips despite herself. "You'll have to do better than that," she whispered, her defiance laced with desire, her body now slightly parting her legs, inviting yet still challenging.

Aniket leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'll make you beg for it," he promised, his hands now coaxing, his touch sending shivers through her.

Esha's playful resistance was melting under his touch, her hand loosening its grip. "Then make me," she challenged back, her voice now a whisper of surrender mixed with anticipation.


Aniket, sensing her yielding, decided to take a different approach. He moved his hands away from her thighs, trailing them down to her feet, his fingers massaging her arches, then slowly working their way up her calves. "How about this?" he whispered, his touch feather-light yet deliberate, igniting a path of goosebumps along her skin.

Esha gasped, her body arching slightly at the unexpected sensation. "That's... not fair," she murmured, her voice betraying her pleasure, her legs beginning to part involuntarily.

Aniket continued, his hands now on her inner thighs, his thumbs drawing circles near where she wanted him most, but not quite touching. "Beg for it, Esha," he teased, his voice low, his breath warm against her skin, his lips just grazing the sensitive area above her knee.

"Please, Aniket," Esha whispered, her playful resistance now a distant memory, replaced by a desperate need. "I need you, please."


Aniket, now in control of the teasing, shifted from direct confrontation to a more tantalizing strategy. He positioned himself at her entrance but instead of penetration, he began to rub the head of his cock against her clit, the friction sending electric waves through her.

"You want this?" he teased, his voice a low, seductive drawl, watching her reactions with delight.

Esha bit her lip, her body arching towards him, seeking more. "Don't tease," she murmured, her voice a mix of frustration and arousal.

Aniket chuckled, moving his cock to her belly button, circling it teasingly, the tip leaving a trail of pre-cum. "But I like seeing you like this," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers, enjoying the game.

He then dragged his length back down, brushing against her labia, the sensation maddeningly light, making her squirm. "This what you're after?" he asked, his tone playful yet charged with desire, his cock just grazing her entrance.

Esha's breath was coming in short gasps now, her body trembling with need. "Aniket, please," she managed, her hands reaching for him, trying to guide him where she wanted him most.

But Aniket wasn't done, he moved his cock back to her clit, rubbing it side to side, the head slick with their mutual arousal. "Beg for it, Esha," he commanded, his voice thick with his own need, his movements deliberate, driving her wild.

Her moans filled the room, a melody of frustration and desire. "I need you inside me," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper, her body arching, trying to capture him.

Aniket teased her labia again, his cock sliding between them, not entering but teasing the promise of what could come. "Not yet," he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief, watching her writhe under him.

"Please, Aniket," Esha begged, her voice now a sultry demand, her body on the brink of surrender, every touch and tease pushing her closer to the edge.


Aniket leaned in, his breath a warm whisper against Esha's ear, teasing her with a playful suggestion.

Esha's eyes flew open, shaking her head vehemently, "No," she gasped.

"Come on, say it," Aniket coaxed, his voice a seductive lure, his movements teasing, drawing out her desire.

"You're exploiting my weakness," she accused, her voice thick with need, her body subtly urging him closer.

"Please," Aniket whispered, his plea gentle but insistent.

"I can't," she breathed out, tension evident in her voice, her body betraying her words.

He continued his tease, his touch driving her wild, "You know you want this," he murmured, his voice a velvet promise.

Esha, with a mix of frustration and affection, sighed, "You're impossible," her tone softening, "You'll make me say it."

"We love each other," Aniket reminded her, his voice tender, his touch relentless, "You can say anything."

Esha, her voice a blend of surrender and desire, finally whispered, "Make me pregnant," her words intimate, "with your love."

"And then?" Aniket pressed, his voice husky with anticipation.

"Then," she continued, her voice a seductive whisper, "you'll have my milk," her body arching towards him, "I'll feed you with pleasure."



Esha's whisper was a surrender, "I'll give you everything," her voice a sultry promise.

"And I'll love every drop," Aniket murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Esha's breath hitched, her resistance softening, "Just love me," she whispered, her body betraying her words with its eager response.

"I'll love you hard," Aniket promised, his tone seductive, finally positioning himself.

"Long," he added, his voice a whisper of anticipation as he began to enter her slowly.

"And make you pregnant," he continued, his words a mix of love and lust, each thrust deliberate, slow.

Esha, eyes closed, didn't reply, her body responding to his every word, every movement, in complete surrender.

Aniket, now fully inside her, leaned down, covering her completely in the missionary position, his body a comforting shield. "Our baby," he breathed into her ear, "will share your milk with me."

Esha's only acknowledgment was a soft moan, her body arching into his, her resistance now only a shadow, her pleasure clear despite her silence.

"I'll savor every moment," Aniket whispered, his movements becoming a rhythm of love and possession, his words painting a picture of their intimate future.

Esha, lost in the sensation, let her body speak for her, her hands gripping him, her hips meeting his, her silence speaking volumes of her conflicted desire and surrender.


Aniket's rhythm was steady, each thrust a testament to his devotion. "I'll make you mine," he whispered, his voice a caress against her skin.

Esha's breath came in shallow gasps, her body moving with his, her silence an acknowledgment of the deep connection they shared.


"I'll plant my seed in you," Aniket murmured, his words dripping with desire, his lips grazing her ear.

Esha's body tensed and relaxed, her responses involuntary, driven by the intensity of their union.

"I'll drink from you," Aniket continued, his voice a blend of adoration and erotic fantasy, "taste the sweetness you'll give."

Esha's hands clutched at his back, her nails slightly digging in, her body an open book of her pleasure, her mind still wrestling with the implications but her body fully committed to the moment.

"Your body," Aniket sighed, his movements slow, deep, "will be our future."

Esha's moan was soft, her surrender complete, her body a vessel of their shared ecstasy, her heart a battleground of love, desire, and the fear of the unknown.


The room was thick with the scent of their intimacy, the air heavy with desire. Aniket moved within Esha, his thrusts slow and deep, each one a deliberate act of love and possession. His body covered hers completely, their connection in the missionary position allowing every inch of their skin to touch, to meld. Esha's eyes were closed, her face a mask of pleasure mixed with the complexity of her feelings, her body arching to meet each of his movements, surrendering to the rhythm they created together.

Aniket's breathing grew heavier, his pace becoming more urgent yet still controlled, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge. The tension built, a crescendo of their shared passion, until he whispered, his voice strained with desire, "I'm going to cum in you."

Esha, in a moment of raw need, her voice a whisper of surrender, requested, "Fill me."

Aniket, with one final, deep thrust, let go, his orgasm a flood of warmth inside her, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. "I'm giving you our baby," he groaned, the words a mix of love and fantasy.

Esha remained silent, her response not in words but in action; she pulled him closer, ensuring every drop of his ejaculation stayed within her, her body's silent plea for closeness, for the completion of their union, the complexity of her emotions hidden behind her closed eyes.


Once they recovered, Esha's mood darkened. Her eyes were moist, reflecting a deep sadness.

Aniket, noticing her change, reached out, his touch gentle on her cheek, "What's wrong, love?"

Esha's voice was barely a whisper, filled with guilt, "That talk about a baby, about milk, it wasn't right."

Aniket's brow furrowed, concern evident, "You mean our little fantasy?"

"It was just a fantasy, wasn't it?" Esha asked, her voice trembling with a need for affirmation.

"Just a fantasy," Aniket confirmed, his voice a soft balm, trying to comfort her.

Esha, trying to steady her emotions, questioned, "Why now?"

Aniket smiled, a touch of embarrassment in his eyes, "Remember Priya's tease at the resort, about us going from 'two to three'?"

Esha nodded, her irritation palpable but kept her own flutters from that day to herself.

"That got me thinking," Aniket admitted, "I felt this excitement, these butterflies, all day."

Esha, despite her irritation, kept her own reaction to Priya's words secret, her silence a shield for her conflicting emotions.

Esha knew she took contraceptive pills after every sex session, ensuring that their fantasy would never become reality, which helped her regain her composure.

Neither realized that this playful exploration of fantasy was like stepping into a carefully laid trap, one that would soon tighten around their lives in unforeseen ways.