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(CHAPTER 3 CONTD)
The next day , Sonarika and Meghna met Mouni at the wedding venue and they could see a grin stickered on her face. Meghna giggled making lewd comments about her experience last night.
"Thanks for ruining our sleep last night" Meghna teased Mouni.
"Sorry , its been a while for us so we kinda got carried away"
"Are we expecting the same torture tonight as well?"
"You guys are in luck for tonight because I've decided to switch places with Vikram and he will use that bedroom"
"And he agreed?"
"Yup , he says its better to talk with you guys than hearing us have sex , plus I believe he stated Sonarika might not like our escapades in close proximity"
Sonarika was stunned upon hearing that.
"Vicky said that?" Sonarika asked.
"Yeah , he seems to understand you a lot. No wonder you guys are good friends" Mouni said with a wink.
Sonarika wasn't bothered by her wording. She instead put her attention on the wedding , the function went well and the girls took photos with the bride and groom and the after party had some dance. All the ladies were wearing designer salwaars and so did Sonarika. Vikram had a hard time keeping his eyes away from her. He danced with her too and this time Sonarika noticed that Vikram danced closer to her than before.
Few months ago Sonarika would have been against his slight advances , but there was something about him now that attracted her. Maybe it was her dreams and the reality that he was everything she once seeked in her soulmate. He was slowly turning into the prince charming in her mind now. That night , Vikram brought some of his old nostalgic board game called Monopoly and he played it with Sonarika and Meghna. Sonarika ended up winning and Vikram congratulated her for her victory. That night while going to sleep Meghna once again insinuated about Vikram and how he is an ideal man for any woman.
The next morning , Sonarika and Meghna got freshened up and ready to leave. Just then Sagar came to their room door.
"Hey guys ,where is Vicky?"
"Probably in his room"
"Well , tell him the boys are calling him downstairs , he has a commitment to fullfill"
"Commitment"
"Yeah , Vikram promised them a roadtrip to Kasauli"
"Okay , I'll call him"
Sonarika went to Vikram's bedroom. She opened the bedroom door to find the bed empty. Sonarika looked around and she heard the sound of the shower running implying that Vikram was in the shower. She was about to leave but her legs stopped when she hear something coming from the bathroom.
"ugggghhh.......uggghhhh"
That sounded like Vikram and he seems to sound like he is hurt. Sonarika thinking he might be in trouble decided to look inside whether he slipped in the bathroom or something. But when she opened the door she was completely stunned and her jaw was open. Right in front of her across the glass wall of the shower section Vikram was standing beneath the shower with one of his hand jerking his cock as he was grunting with each shake.
Sonarika was completely off guard by the sight. A part of her wanted to run away but she simply could not move her eyes away from the sight before her. His hand was massaging his wet dick and he was quickening his pace. Judging by his movement , its clear he was doing this for a while and he is pretty close to his release. But then what she heard made her heart miss a beat.
"ohhhhh.....yes.....ohhhh...Sonarika.....ohhhhh....Sonar........ohhhhh...."
Sonarika couldn't believe it. Vikram was jerking his dick in the shower and he was thinking about her while doing it. Sonarika was so stunned by the sight that she had no idea how to react to it. But then things only escalated further.
" Ohhh...Soni........hhhhggghhhhh"
Vikram groaned like an animal and Sonarika saw him shooting rope after rope of heavy cum into the floor. She was astonished by the amount of semen he secreted , never in her life she has seen a man who came this much. Eventually Sonarika came back to reality and she realized where she was standing. She quickly walked back and stood in the bedroom.
She was still contemplating about the sight she saw. Even though the glass wall's rough texture didn't exactly give her a clear image of his dick. The silhouette it showed and the while color of his fluids really gave it an erotic touch. Sonarika was feeling that same funny feeling in her stomach but this time the intensity was way more. She managed to call out.
"VIcky......its me Sonarika!"
"WHHA!!" Vikram responded with a gasp and a loud shriek as if he was caught in the bathroom.
"Sagar is calling you....he says you are late!"
"OHHH Sonarika.....yeah I overslept....I am freshing up I'll meet him once I am dressed up"
Hearing that Sonarika left. She didn't see Vikram for the rest of the day anymore as soon Meghna and herself made their eventual departure from that place to their home. For the next few days back at home , Sonarika's mind was caught in the sight she saw of Vikram. The dreams in her nights have turned erotic ever since. Now it was no longer some filmy moments where they were dancing to music or recreating some iconic songs. The kisses in those dreams have turned more intimate. Now the lips didn't just connect , his lips would explore the unexplored. Her body would be on fire in that moment.
He would pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately and she would be swept away by her own frenzied desires. It would happen so fast that she would barely even be aware of it, and her feminine subconscious - desperate as it was for just such a thing to happen - would temporarily protect her from the stark reality of what she was doing and any doubts or hesitation she might have had. In that moment, the last thing on her mind would be her husband. She would be absolutely lost in the magic of being kissed by Vikram and utterly overwhelmed by lust, and then he would be able to spin her around and pull up her saree bottoms along with her petticoat and bend her over some couch and fuck her dripping wet pussy right then and there. Then, before her thoughts even had a chance to catch up, she would be overtaken by her first orgasm in God knows how long, and then she would imagine Vikram shoot his satisfyingly hot, thick load all over her plumpy meaty ass cheeks. She remembers the sight of this thick ropes of fluids but in her dreams they wouldn't land on the floor but on her skin.
Sonarika would experience boundless remorse afterwards, wondering how she could have let such a thing happen, while Vikram would remain shameless and unapologetic. But there would be no turning back. After getting a taste of his magnificient man meat, she wouldn't be able to live without it. She would conjure it in her dreams yearning for it to happen again.
And then, for the rest of the weekend, there would inevitably be moment after moment where they found themselves alone together for just enough time talking about their work commitments , but then the dreams of hers in the night would replace this small talk moments regarding work into something erotic. Sonarika loved her duality with this , in reality she wanted Vikram to be her good friend and confident , and then in her fantasy she wanted Vikram to fuck her. Sonarika's feminine subconscious mind, desperate for Vikram and this belief of him being a superior man in bed , she would at times wish in her dreams for him to plant his seed in her. It wouldn't matter what room they were in or what furniture they would have to work with - a wall or floor would work just fine. All that needed to happen was for Vikram to pull her into his arms or pin her against the wall and she would be lost within seconds. All they need was the right environment , and her fantasy gave her the freedom to imagine the best environments for herself.
Afterwards, Sonarika would be fully aware of the magnitude of these fantasies and how wrong it was, but she would also be perplexed to find herself physically incapable of stopping, and lamenting how good it felt and how easily Vikram was able to make her cum - how he was able to make her feel a way her husband had never been able to make her feel. Time after time, she would be overcome with guilt and scold herself for it afterwards and swear to herself that it won't ever happen again. But it would always happen again. Hemant was fading from her heart and she didn't like this was happening to her one bit.
She wouldn't be doing it consciously, but she would even find herself intentionally planting herself in Vikram's presence and in Vikram's way when opportunities arose. He had that magnetic energy for her to be attached to him now. She found reasons to interact with him and have more conversations with him because now Sonarika had the urge to build some memories for her fantasies. For example, one day , Sonarika visited Vikram's apartment seeking to clear some doubts regarding his hotel's interior layout variations , but they were just minute excuses , she wanted to see him in different scenarios now , to picture him in different aesthetics. In reality that day , Vikram was standing in the kitchen making his coffee and Sonarika was sitting near the counter having a casual conversation. But then in her dreams , in her fantasry, there Nick would be, alone in the kitchen, minding his own business, but instead of executive shirt and pants , he will be only in his trunks showcasing his impressive physique and outlining his flesh in his trunks picturing his man meat she saw that day post wedding night reminiscing the blurry details.
And Sonarika, knowing exactly where Vikram was, would just so happen to find herself innocently deciding at that moment to get herself a drink from the refrigerator. And there she would be, alone with Vikram, and she would act shocked and indignant as he pulls her into his arms. She would protest at first - they always protest like that - but that resistance would vanish in a second as Vikram begins devouring her mouth with his, and she would give up all pretenses of resistance and throw her arms around him and start rubbing her body against him like a cat in heat, like someone else was in control of her body. And then he would hurriedly unwrap her pallu and then remove her blouse and unhook her bra and twist out the rest of her saree and slide her petticoat down her legs along with her panties, and he would push down his trunks, releasing his cock at last, and then he would lift her naked body and lay her on the kitchen table.
And then he would fuck her right there on her back, with her legs against his shoulders and her naked breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust as he drove his massive cock into her. The whole time, it would take all the will power she has to keep herself from screaming as she experiences yet another of these unearthly orgasms Vikram always seems to bring out of her in her fantasies. It wouldn't be until afterwards, as they are putting their clothes back on, that the guilt and regret would set in. And then her husband would return in her mind, amusingly unaware of what had just transpired, and they would all carry on like nothing happened. It was an unbelievable turmoil in her heart at the moment , she would eventually feel bad that she was thinking like this when in reality Hemant is sleeping right beside her.
But things one night went way overboard than she could have thought. In one of those dreams lost in her fantasies. Sonarika was in a beach wearing one of her recently bought bikini she wore on that pool day. Surprisingly the beah looked eerily similar to the island shown in the song of Kaho Naa Pyaar Hai. She noticed that she wasn't alone in the beach as in the distance she could see Vikram looking at her wearing the same trunks he wore on that pool day. They would come close and they would kiss. Then Sonarika would lie on the ground. And Vikram would get on top of her. But then as Vikram would touch her bikini covered breast , Sonarika this time could actually feel his touch as it there is some pressure to it. Then Sonarika decided to take control and she got on top of Vikram , she removed the light cloth fabric that covered her bikini revealing her body to his wanting eyes. All of this felt really real for her. Soon she was ditching her bikini completely showing her nude form to Vikram's feasting eyes in this beach. Something about this dream felt real for her , she simply couldn't place what. And then the inevitable moment was approaching. Sonarika partially moved his trunks to expose his magnificient cock to feel its meat in her hand. And surprisingly it felt like she could actually feel his cock. She got ready as she slowly raised her hip and lined up his enormous meat to her entrance.
"AHHHH SONI!" Vikram moaned out loud.
Sonarika was lost in the sensation. Unlike her other dreams , this time it was like she was actually feeling his dick inside her. It was a surreal moment for her but at the same time it felt good to be penetrated after a very long time. After savoring him inside her for a while Sonarika move slowly , enjoying the feeling of him inside. Sonarika liked the word 'Soni' he used to call her. He was half punjabi after all and shortening her name to Soni might be an intimate connection in his mind for her. She remembered that was the same thing he called when he jerked his cock to orgasm and shot his semen to the bathroom floor. But in this fantasy she was focused on getting that semen inside her. Her movement became a bit more quicker as Vikram had a hard time controlling himself.
"Ahhh...mmmm...Soni!" Vikram groaned.
"Yes Vicky?" She questioned smiling brightly down at him. She lowered her mouth down to his again. Their tongues met again as her hips moved up and down the length of his cock. Vikram grabbed her ass and drove her harder and faster on to him. She had such great control of her muscles. She was clenching them and unclenching them all around his cock at the right moment to boot.
"You feel so damn good." Vikram told her. This was amazing. This amazing man fucking her, the perfect ass cheeks in his hands. The sounds of the beach, made all of this perfect. Vikram kissed her again, his hands all over her perfect ass. Sonarika put her hand on his chest and started bouncing even harder and faster upon him. He put his hands on her breast and played with her big tits. Vikram squeezed and pulled on the nipples, loving just how hard and sensitive they were , and Sonarika loved every ministrations. As he rubbed them, she began to moan and shout even harder.
Sonarika looked so damn sexy. Her tits were bouncing in his hands and her face was screwed in passion. She was loving it , especially in this moment. She was grinding hard and riding his dick as though the last thing she ever wanted was to stop fucking him. Vikram rested his hands on her hips and thrust his hips into her harder.
"Ahhh....aahhhh....Vicky!!" Sonarika moaned.
"I'm so close! Keep fucking me!" Sonarika demanded
Vikram did just that. He held her tightly and pounded her pussy. Sonarika's hand grabbed Vikram hard as her body was rocked by a powerful and lasting orgasm. Vikram held on for dear life as his dick erupted deep within her. Vikram filled her box with his cum. He couldn't stop. He just grabbed her ass, and continued pumping into her until he couldn't anymore.
That was when Sonarika realized. She could actually feel the cum shooting inside her , she never felt that ever before in her dreams like before. But here she was feeling. As she was coming down from the high of that incredible orgasm she enjoyed , the visions before her shifted. The world surrounding her collapsed. Her fantasy was falling apart and she was brought back to reality. She was no longer in that exotic and scenic beach enjoying the ministrations of Vikram , she was now in her bedroom at her home sitting on top of her husband who was a sweaty mess below her. Sonarika could not believe it , it finally dawned on her. While she was screwing Vikram in that deserted beach in her dreams , she was actually having sex with her husband in their own bedroom in the middle of the night. There was a huge smile on Hemant's face as he looked at Sonarika with his loving eyes.
But Sonarika was in a very unsettling situation. She just had a powerful orgasm riding her husband but in reality in her mind she was with someone else riding another man to get to that much needed release. The sheer realization made her look like a deer caught in the head lights. She slowly moved from the top of him wincing and groaning with her husband as his deflated dick left her cunt releasing some of the leftover semen into their thighs and in the bed. Sonarika got up and went to the bathroom.
The moment she closed the door , she wailed out her emotions and started to silently cry. She could not unsee the satisfying smile on her husband's face. She knew Hemant was probably happy that he could satisfy his wife after a long time but the reality was far from it. Sonarika knew even though it was her husband's dick that did the deed , her mind and her feelings were on Vikram and what could do with his impressive body and his cock. She cursed herself on the mirror for her actions and fantasies , she let out her emotions to reduce the pain in her heart. She cleaned up the cum and wiped off the tears and walked out of the bathroom. She saw that Hemant was sitting and was waiting for her to exit the bathroom. Its one of the qualities she liked about Hemant , he is always hygeinic. As he was using the bathroom to clean his body from their sexual adventure. Sonarika cursed herself for the situation , the usual guilt and regret overwhelmed her. But this time , it felt like she betrayed him , Sonarika made up her mind that it was her thoughts about Vikram that has made her reach her orgasm while in the bathroom Hemant appreciated his new physique to finally able to last and perform longer in bed than usual. As Hemant returned from the bathroom , Sonarika pretended to be sleeping.
Hemant went towards her and kissed her in her forehead before getting on the bed and went to his eventual sleep. Sonarika opened her eyes and felt the kiss Hemant gave on her forehead with her hand. Tears were forming on her eyes as she felt pain and remorse for her fantasies as she looked back at Hemant who was sleeping. She wanted to touch him , feel him , embrace him , but her actions she just did made her think she shouldn't do it as she felt she is a ruined woman at this moment. She should not blemish him with her corrupted mind and thoughts at this moment. She turned to her side and balled up in bed feeling the weight of her betrayal she just committed in some sense.
As Sonarika cried herself to sleep , her hand hit the small photo frame of her marriage as it fell from the desk nearby to the carpet covered floor. The action in the sense showed the potential future of their lives at that moment as the wedding photo which was placed on the desk in vibrant light of the room was now on the bottom of the floor covered in darkness.
The place where the photo was lying served as a terrible Omen on what was about to come!
(END OF CHAPTER 3)
"Thanks for ruining our sleep last night" Meghna teased Mouni.
"Sorry , its been a while for us so we kinda got carried away"
"Are we expecting the same torture tonight as well?"
"You guys are in luck for tonight because I've decided to switch places with Vikram and he will use that bedroom"
"And he agreed?"
"Yup , he says its better to talk with you guys than hearing us have sex , plus I believe he stated Sonarika might not like our escapades in close proximity"
Sonarika was stunned upon hearing that.
"Vicky said that?" Sonarika asked.
"Yeah , he seems to understand you a lot. No wonder you guys are good friends" Mouni said with a wink.
Sonarika wasn't bothered by her wording. She instead put her attention on the wedding , the function went well and the girls took photos with the bride and groom and the after party had some dance. All the ladies were wearing designer salwaars and so did Sonarika. Vikram had a hard time keeping his eyes away from her. He danced with her too and this time Sonarika noticed that Vikram danced closer to her than before.
Few months ago Sonarika would have been against his slight advances , but there was something about him now that attracted her. Maybe it was her dreams and the reality that he was everything she once seeked in her soulmate. He was slowly turning into the prince charming in her mind now. That night , Vikram brought some of his old nostalgic board game called Monopoly and he played it with Sonarika and Meghna. Sonarika ended up winning and Vikram congratulated her for her victory. That night while going to sleep Meghna once again insinuated about Vikram and how he is an ideal man for any woman.
The next morning , Sonarika and Meghna got freshened up and ready to leave. Just then Sagar came to their room door.
"Hey guys ,where is Vicky?"
"Probably in his room"
"Well , tell him the boys are calling him downstairs , he has a commitment to fullfill"
"Commitment"
"Yeah , Vikram promised them a roadtrip to Kasauli"
"Okay , I'll call him"
Sonarika went to Vikram's bedroom. She opened the bedroom door to find the bed empty. Sonarika looked around and she heard the sound of the shower running implying that Vikram was in the shower. She was about to leave but her legs stopped when she hear something coming from the bathroom.
"ugggghhh.......uggghhhh"
That sounded like Vikram and he seems to sound like he is hurt. Sonarika thinking he might be in trouble decided to look inside whether he slipped in the bathroom or something. But when she opened the door she was completely stunned and her jaw was open. Right in front of her across the glass wall of the shower section Vikram was standing beneath the shower with one of his hand jerking his cock as he was grunting with each shake.
Sonarika was completely off guard by the sight. A part of her wanted to run away but she simply could not move her eyes away from the sight before her. His hand was massaging his wet dick and he was quickening his pace. Judging by his movement , its clear he was doing this for a while and he is pretty close to his release. But then what she heard made her heart miss a beat.
"ohhhhh.....yes.....ohhhh...Sonarika.....ohhhhh....Sonar........ohhhhh...."
Sonarika couldn't believe it. Vikram was jerking his dick in the shower and he was thinking about her while doing it. Sonarika was so stunned by the sight that she had no idea how to react to it. But then things only escalated further.
" Ohhh...Soni........hhhhggghhhhh"
Vikram groaned like an animal and Sonarika saw him shooting rope after rope of heavy cum into the floor. She was astonished by the amount of semen he secreted , never in her life she has seen a man who came this much. Eventually Sonarika came back to reality and she realized where she was standing. She quickly walked back and stood in the bedroom.
She was still contemplating about the sight she saw. Even though the glass wall's rough texture didn't exactly give her a clear image of his dick. The silhouette it showed and the while color of his fluids really gave it an erotic touch. Sonarika was feeling that same funny feeling in her stomach but this time the intensity was way more. She managed to call out.
"VIcky......its me Sonarika!"
"WHHA!!" Vikram responded with a gasp and a loud shriek as if he was caught in the bathroom.
"Sagar is calling you....he says you are late!"
"OHHH Sonarika.....yeah I overslept....I am freshing up I'll meet him once I am dressed up"
Hearing that Sonarika left. She didn't see Vikram for the rest of the day anymore as soon Meghna and herself made their eventual departure from that place to their home. For the next few days back at home , Sonarika's mind was caught in the sight she saw of Vikram. The dreams in her nights have turned erotic ever since. Now it was no longer some filmy moments where they were dancing to music or recreating some iconic songs. The kisses in those dreams have turned more intimate. Now the lips didn't just connect , his lips would explore the unexplored. Her body would be on fire in that moment.
He would pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately and she would be swept away by her own frenzied desires. It would happen so fast that she would barely even be aware of it, and her feminine subconscious - desperate as it was for just such a thing to happen - would temporarily protect her from the stark reality of what she was doing and any doubts or hesitation she might have had. In that moment, the last thing on her mind would be her husband. She would be absolutely lost in the magic of being kissed by Vikram and utterly overwhelmed by lust, and then he would be able to spin her around and pull up her saree bottoms along with her petticoat and bend her over some couch and fuck her dripping wet pussy right then and there. Then, before her thoughts even had a chance to catch up, she would be overtaken by her first orgasm in God knows how long, and then she would imagine Vikram shoot his satisfyingly hot, thick load all over her plumpy meaty ass cheeks. She remembers the sight of this thick ropes of fluids but in her dreams they wouldn't land on the floor but on her skin.
Sonarika would experience boundless remorse afterwards, wondering how she could have let such a thing happen, while Vikram would remain shameless and unapologetic. But there would be no turning back. After getting a taste of his magnificient man meat, she wouldn't be able to live without it. She would conjure it in her dreams yearning for it to happen again.
And then, for the rest of the weekend, there would inevitably be moment after moment where they found themselves alone together for just enough time talking about their work commitments , but then the dreams of hers in the night would replace this small talk moments regarding work into something erotic. Sonarika loved her duality with this , in reality she wanted Vikram to be her good friend and confident , and then in her fantasy she wanted Vikram to fuck her. Sonarika's feminine subconscious mind, desperate for Vikram and this belief of him being a superior man in bed , she would at times wish in her dreams for him to plant his seed in her. It wouldn't matter what room they were in or what furniture they would have to work with - a wall or floor would work just fine. All that needed to happen was for Vikram to pull her into his arms or pin her against the wall and she would be lost within seconds. All they need was the right environment , and her fantasy gave her the freedom to imagine the best environments for herself.
Afterwards, Sonarika would be fully aware of the magnitude of these fantasies and how wrong it was, but she would also be perplexed to find herself physically incapable of stopping, and lamenting how good it felt and how easily Vikram was able to make her cum - how he was able to make her feel a way her husband had never been able to make her feel. Time after time, she would be overcome with guilt and scold herself for it afterwards and swear to herself that it won't ever happen again. But it would always happen again. Hemant was fading from her heart and she didn't like this was happening to her one bit.
She wouldn't be doing it consciously, but she would even find herself intentionally planting herself in Vikram's presence and in Vikram's way when opportunities arose. He had that magnetic energy for her to be attached to him now. She found reasons to interact with him and have more conversations with him because now Sonarika had the urge to build some memories for her fantasies. For example, one day , Sonarika visited Vikram's apartment seeking to clear some doubts regarding his hotel's interior layout variations , but they were just minute excuses , she wanted to see him in different scenarios now , to picture him in different aesthetics. In reality that day , Vikram was standing in the kitchen making his coffee and Sonarika was sitting near the counter having a casual conversation. But then in her dreams , in her fantasry, there Nick would be, alone in the kitchen, minding his own business, but instead of executive shirt and pants , he will be only in his trunks showcasing his impressive physique and outlining his flesh in his trunks picturing his man meat she saw that day post wedding night reminiscing the blurry details.
And Sonarika, knowing exactly where Vikram was, would just so happen to find herself innocently deciding at that moment to get herself a drink from the refrigerator. And there she would be, alone with Vikram, and she would act shocked and indignant as he pulls her into his arms. She would protest at first - they always protest like that - but that resistance would vanish in a second as Vikram begins devouring her mouth with his, and she would give up all pretenses of resistance and throw her arms around him and start rubbing her body against him like a cat in heat, like someone else was in control of her body. And then he would hurriedly unwrap her pallu and then remove her blouse and unhook her bra and twist out the rest of her saree and slide her petticoat down her legs along with her panties, and he would push down his trunks, releasing his cock at last, and then he would lift her naked body and lay her on the kitchen table.
And then he would fuck her right there on her back, with her legs against his shoulders and her naked breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust as he drove his massive cock into her. The whole time, it would take all the will power she has to keep herself from screaming as she experiences yet another of these unearthly orgasms Vikram always seems to bring out of her in her fantasies. It wouldn't be until afterwards, as they are putting their clothes back on, that the guilt and regret would set in. And then her husband would return in her mind, amusingly unaware of what had just transpired, and they would all carry on like nothing happened. It was an unbelievable turmoil in her heart at the moment , she would eventually feel bad that she was thinking like this when in reality Hemant is sleeping right beside her.
But things one night went way overboard than she could have thought. In one of those dreams lost in her fantasies. Sonarika was in a beach wearing one of her recently bought bikini she wore on that pool day. Surprisingly the beah looked eerily similar to the island shown in the song of Kaho Naa Pyaar Hai. She noticed that she wasn't alone in the beach as in the distance she could see Vikram looking at her wearing the same trunks he wore on that pool day. They would come close and they would kiss. Then Sonarika would lie on the ground. And Vikram would get on top of her. But then as Vikram would touch her bikini covered breast , Sonarika this time could actually feel his touch as it there is some pressure to it. Then Sonarika decided to take control and she got on top of Vikram , she removed the light cloth fabric that covered her bikini revealing her body to his wanting eyes. All of this felt really real for her. Soon she was ditching her bikini completely showing her nude form to Vikram's feasting eyes in this beach. Something about this dream felt real for her , she simply couldn't place what. And then the inevitable moment was approaching. Sonarika partially moved his trunks to expose his magnificient cock to feel its meat in her hand. And surprisingly it felt like she could actually feel his cock. She got ready as she slowly raised her hip and lined up his enormous meat to her entrance.
"AHHHH SONI!" Vikram moaned out loud.
Sonarika was lost in the sensation. Unlike her other dreams , this time it was like she was actually feeling his dick inside her. It was a surreal moment for her but at the same time it felt good to be penetrated after a very long time. After savoring him inside her for a while Sonarika move slowly , enjoying the feeling of him inside. Sonarika liked the word 'Soni' he used to call her. He was half punjabi after all and shortening her name to Soni might be an intimate connection in his mind for her. She remembered that was the same thing he called when he jerked his cock to orgasm and shot his semen to the bathroom floor. But in this fantasy she was focused on getting that semen inside her. Her movement became a bit more quicker as Vikram had a hard time controlling himself.
"Ahhh...mmmm...Soni!" Vikram groaned.
"Yes Vicky?" She questioned smiling brightly down at him. She lowered her mouth down to his again. Their tongues met again as her hips moved up and down the length of his cock. Vikram grabbed her ass and drove her harder and faster on to him. She had such great control of her muscles. She was clenching them and unclenching them all around his cock at the right moment to boot.
"You feel so damn good." Vikram told her. This was amazing. This amazing man fucking her, the perfect ass cheeks in his hands. The sounds of the beach, made all of this perfect. Vikram kissed her again, his hands all over her perfect ass. Sonarika put her hand on his chest and started bouncing even harder and faster upon him. He put his hands on her breast and played with her big tits. Vikram squeezed and pulled on the nipples, loving just how hard and sensitive they were , and Sonarika loved every ministrations. As he rubbed them, she began to moan and shout even harder.
Sonarika looked so damn sexy. Her tits were bouncing in his hands and her face was screwed in passion. She was loving it , especially in this moment. She was grinding hard and riding his dick as though the last thing she ever wanted was to stop fucking him. Vikram rested his hands on her hips and thrust his hips into her harder.
"Ahhh....aahhhh....Vicky!!" Sonarika moaned.
"I'm so close! Keep fucking me!" Sonarika demanded
Vikram did just that. He held her tightly and pounded her pussy. Sonarika's hand grabbed Vikram hard as her body was rocked by a powerful and lasting orgasm. Vikram held on for dear life as his dick erupted deep within her. Vikram filled her box with his cum. He couldn't stop. He just grabbed her ass, and continued pumping into her until he couldn't anymore.
That was when Sonarika realized. She could actually feel the cum shooting inside her , she never felt that ever before in her dreams like before. But here she was feeling. As she was coming down from the high of that incredible orgasm she enjoyed , the visions before her shifted. The world surrounding her collapsed. Her fantasy was falling apart and she was brought back to reality. She was no longer in that exotic and scenic beach enjoying the ministrations of Vikram , she was now in her bedroom at her home sitting on top of her husband who was a sweaty mess below her. Sonarika could not believe it , it finally dawned on her. While she was screwing Vikram in that deserted beach in her dreams , she was actually having sex with her husband in their own bedroom in the middle of the night. There was a huge smile on Hemant's face as he looked at Sonarika with his loving eyes.
But Sonarika was in a very unsettling situation. She just had a powerful orgasm riding her husband but in reality in her mind she was with someone else riding another man to get to that much needed release. The sheer realization made her look like a deer caught in the head lights. She slowly moved from the top of him wincing and groaning with her husband as his deflated dick left her cunt releasing some of the leftover semen into their thighs and in the bed. Sonarika got up and went to the bathroom.
The moment she closed the door , she wailed out her emotions and started to silently cry. She could not unsee the satisfying smile on her husband's face. She knew Hemant was probably happy that he could satisfy his wife after a long time but the reality was far from it. Sonarika knew even though it was her husband's dick that did the deed , her mind and her feelings were on Vikram and what could do with his impressive body and his cock. She cursed herself on the mirror for her actions and fantasies , she let out her emotions to reduce the pain in her heart. She cleaned up the cum and wiped off the tears and walked out of the bathroom. She saw that Hemant was sitting and was waiting for her to exit the bathroom. Its one of the qualities she liked about Hemant , he is always hygeinic. As he was using the bathroom to clean his body from their sexual adventure. Sonarika cursed herself for the situation , the usual guilt and regret overwhelmed her. But this time , it felt like she betrayed him , Sonarika made up her mind that it was her thoughts about Vikram that has made her reach her orgasm while in the bathroom Hemant appreciated his new physique to finally able to last and perform longer in bed than usual. As Hemant returned from the bathroom , Sonarika pretended to be sleeping.
Hemant went towards her and kissed her in her forehead before getting on the bed and went to his eventual sleep. Sonarika opened her eyes and felt the kiss Hemant gave on her forehead with her hand. Tears were forming on her eyes as she felt pain and remorse for her fantasies as she looked back at Hemant who was sleeping. She wanted to touch him , feel him , embrace him , but her actions she just did made her think she shouldn't do it as she felt she is a ruined woman at this moment. She should not blemish him with her corrupted mind and thoughts at this moment. She turned to her side and balled up in bed feeling the weight of her betrayal she just committed in some sense.
As Sonarika cried herself to sleep , her hand hit the small photo frame of her marriage as it fell from the desk nearby to the carpet covered floor. The action in the sense showed the potential future of their lives at that moment as the wedding photo which was placed on the desk in vibrant light of the room was now on the bottom of the floor covered in darkness.
The place where the photo was lying served as a terrible Omen on what was about to come!
(END OF CHAPTER 3)
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