26-03-2025, 10:05 AM
Third Round: Sliding in a Narrow Tunnel - Erotic Strokes and Climaxes
The third round demanded they slide through a narrow, slightly curved tunnel—an upward slope that promised a tight, confining challenge. Arjun and Sumati exchanged a glance, their minds racing. “I’ll lie down, and you come on top of me,” Arjun suggested, his eyes gleaming with a mix of strategy and desire. “I’ll push us up.” Sumati agreed, though her heart thudded with a cocktail of fear, excitement, and unspoken yearning.
They approached the tunnel. Arjun entered first, lying on his back, his body taut and ready. Sumati climbed atop him, her thighs clamping tightly around his waist—her panties pressed hard against his underwear, his erection a palpable force between her legs. Arjun’s arms wrapped around her waist, holding her with a grip that felt both protective and possessive. “Ready?” he asked, his voice tight with anticipation. Sumati held her breath and nodded, bracing herself for what was to come.
Arjun gripped the tunnel walls with his legs and began pushing upward, each thrust propelling them forward. With every movement, his erection rubbed hard against her panties, pressing deep between her thighs, the friction igniting a blaze within her. Sumati’s body trembled—her panties already soaked, his hardness unrelenting in his underwear. Each stroke pressed her breasts against his chest, her nipples stiffening within her bra, her breath quickening with every inch they advanced.
Midway, Arjun paused, pulling her closer still. His hands slid beneath her buttocks, gripping them tightly—his fingers dipped into her panties, kneading her soft flesh with a hunger that made her gasp. “Arjun, this…” she moaned, her words dissolving into the haze of pleasure. He looked into her eyes, his voice a low growl. “Sumati, you’re so beautiful,” he said, squeezing her buttocks harder, sending a surge of heat through her. The wetness between her thighs grew, her body yielding to the rising tide.
They resumed their ascent, Arjun’s strokes stronger now, rhythmic and deliberate. His erection rubbed against her panties with relentless precision, driving her arousal to a fever pitch. Sumati’s body quaked, moisture pooling between her thighs, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Arjun, too, was lost in the moment—his erection throbbed within his underwear, his breathing ragged with need.
Halfway through the tunnel, Sumati’s body convulsed. Arjun’s forceful strokes, grinding hard between her thighs, pushed her to the brink. Her panties were drenched, and a massive climax tore through her, her gasp echoing faintly in the confined space. She fought to stifle her moan, masking her arousal, but her eyes fluttered shut, her breath refusing to slow. Her body shuddered, the wetness spilling from her panties, soaking Arjun’s underwear as well.
Arjun sensed her release—his erection hardened further, his strokes intensifying. Suddenly, his member slipped free from his underwear, his 8-inch, hot, rigid length pressing directly against her panties. Sumati gasped aloud, the searing heat of his bare flesh against her sending shockwaves through her. “Arjun, your…” she stammered, but her voice faded, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hot rod between her thighs.
Arjun’s own arousal peaked—his erection rubbed fiercely against her panties, reveling in her wetness. His strokes quickened, stronger now, pressing deep against her, reigniting her senses. Sumati’s body trembled anew, the moisture between her thighs surging, her breath racing. Arjun’s thrusts propelled her upward, each movement stoking the flames of her ecstasy.
As they neared the tunnel’s end, Arjun’s hands shifted forward, grasping her breasts through her bra. He felt her hardened nipples beneath the fabric, his touch firm and commanding. Sumati couldn’t resist—her body hurtled toward a second climax. Arjun’s final strokes were powerful, his erection grinding hard against her panties, triggering another wave of release. Her body shook violently, wetness spilling from her panties, her breath a frantic rhythm.
Simultaneously, Arjun reached his own peak—his erection erupted, a flood of hot seed spilling onto her panties. The warmth of his release seeped through the fabric, brushing her thighs, sending another jolt of arousal through her. They clung to each other, their bodies pressed tight—her breasts against his chest, his still-hard member against her panties. For a few moments, they remained locked together, breaths ragged, bodies trembling, lost in the throes of forbidden pleasure.
Abruptly, they realized another couple was nearing first place. Arjun sprang up, grabbing a tree branch at the tunnel’s end, pulling them both out in a swift motion. They emerged, breathless, and claimed first place, their victory tinged with the lingering heat of their encounter.
Sumati’s Thoughts and Decision
Sumati collapsed onto the grass, struggling to catch her breath. Her body still quivered—she had just experienced two climaxes without actual intercourse, a revelation that left her reeling with shock, pleasure, and fear. She recalled Arjun’s erection—his 8-inch, hard, searing length pressing against her panties, stirring an insatiable desire within her. That hot rod between her thighs had awakened a primal need, a fierce longing to feel him deep inside her, to surrender fully to the pleasure he promised.
But in that same moment, Sudhakar’s face flashed before her—his love, his trust, the moments they’d shared flooding her mind. Though her body had just reveled in erotic bliss with Arjun, guilt crashed over her like a cold wave. “What am I doing? Am I cheating on my husband?” her conscience demanded. She glanced at Arjun—his strong frame, his lingering arousal still drawing her in—but her duty to Sudhakar pulled her back from the brink.
Sumati took a deep, steadying breath. Her body trembled, her panties soaked, her breasts still taut with lingering desire—but her mind resolved itself. “This must stop here. I need to return to my husband,” she decided. She met Arjun’s gaze, her voice firm. “Arjun, this game ends now. I need to go home.” He looked into her eyes and nodded silently, respecting her choice.
Sumati stood, adjusting her clothes with shaky hands. Her body still echoed with Arjun’s touches—his firm erection, his hands squeezing her buttocks, his grip on her breasts—all etched into her senses. Yet her love and responsibility for her husband drew her from those erotic reveries. She resolved to end the game immediately and return to Sudhakar, her heart set on reclaiming their bond.
After the Game: Changing Room
After the game, Sumati retreated to the changing room, still clad in her T-shirt, bra, and panties. As she lifted her arms to remove the T-shirt, her bra strap slipped, baring a hint of her breasts. Her hand brushed the wall by accident, and she bent forward instinctively. In that fleeting moment, her buttocks grazed the cool surface, a shiver racing through her as it evoked Arjun’s firm, possessive touch. She quickly changed into a nightgown, the fabric soft against her sensitive skin, and hurried to her room, eager to leave the day behind.
Meeting with Sudhakar in the Room
Sudhakar sat on the bed, his presence a comforting anchor as Sumati entered. Seeing her, he asked, “What happened in the game?” Sumati, her voice tinged with lingering anxiety, replied, “Sudhakar, I won. I played with Arjun, and we were the victors in the tunnel slide. We also saved 25% of the reward.”
A faint smile crossed Sudhakar’s face. “I lost, Sumati,” he said. “Because of my partner, I couldn’t play properly.” With those words, he pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping her with familiar warmth. In that closeness, Sumati felt his erection pressing against her, hard and insistent. Her mind flashed back to her game—her two climaxes with Arjun—and a pang of realization struck her. “My husband hasn’t climaxed yet, but I did,” she thought. Guilt gnawed at her, yet relief mingled with it, knowing Sudhakar hadn’t crossed that line.
Sumati’s Thoughts and Action
Sumati guided Sudhakar to lie on the bed, her voice soft but resolute. “Your penis is so hard; you need relief. I’ll give you a good blowjob,” she said. Sudhakar chuckled, his tone light. “Okay, as you wish.” Sumati tugged off his lungi, revealing his 7-inch erection standing proud and rigid before her.
She took him in her hand, her fingers wrapping around his warmth, and guided him into her mouth. She sucked slowly, savoring the taste, the heat of him stoking her own desire. As she worked, she murmured, “Tell me about your game. How did you lose?”
Sudhakar’s Explanation and Sumati’s Play
Sudhakar closed his eyes, his voice low as he recounted, “My partner, Rekha, is a bit overweight. Her buttocks are 40 inches. Because of her weight, we couldn’t climb properly. We lost.” As he spoke, Sumati felt a slight jerk in his penis, a subtle twitch that piqued her curiosity. “Does he enjoy talking about that girl?” she wondered.
Minutes later, she pressed further, her lips still around him. “How did you climb in the first round? What position were you in?” Sudhakar replied, “We were in tight shirts. I was behind her. Her large buttocks kept brushing against me.” This time, the hardening of his erection was unmistakable, a firm pulse against her tongue. “He’s enjoying imagining that girl,” Sumati realized, a thrill coursing through her.
Sumati’s Teasing and Erotic Escalation
Sumati sucked harder, her mouth enveloping him with renewed vigor, deciding to tease him more. “How did you manage with her large buttocks?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. Sudhakar, stirred by her words, surged up suddenly, pushing Sumati onto the bed. He lifted her nightgown, exposing her, and thrust his 7-inch penis deep into her vagina. Sumati’s eyes rolled back, a moan escaping her lips—“Ahh… Sudhakar!”—as he began to pound into her with fierce urgency.
After a while, she teased again, breathless, “Did you remove your clothes for space?” Sudhakar, panting, answered, “Yes, we shed our outer clothes. We were only in underwear. Her buttocks kept rubbing against my penis.” His erection felt even harder inside her, his arousal palpable. Sumati saw the lust in his eyes and pushed further, eager to stoke the fire.
“When her buttocks touched you, how did it feel?” she pressed. Sudhakar groaned, “Her body was soft and warm. When my penis rubbed between her buttocks, I felt like I was about to climax.” Sumati pulled him deeper, her voice rising, “Tell me more!”
Sudhakar, thrusting steadily, continued, “As we climbed, her buttocks pressed hard against my thighs. The tightness, the warmth in her underwear… my penis stood erect.” Sumati, inflamed by his words, cried out, “Thrust harder!” Sudhakar obeyed, his pace quickening, slamming into her with raw intensity.
Climax and Sumati’s Thoughts
Sumati teased one last time, “If you had won, what would you have done?” Sudhakar couldn’t answer—his climax overtook him, a loud shout tearing from his throat as he released his semen into her. His 7-inch penis throbbed inside her, pulsing with each spurt. Sumati, too, reached her peak, her body shuddering beneath his relentless thrusts, her cry—“Ahh… Sudhakar!”—mingling with his.
They collapsed onto the bed, breathless, their bodies entwined. In Sumati’s mind, a tumult of thoughts swirled. “I wanted to make my husband enjoy because I felt guilty for what I did with Arjun. But when he spoke of that girl, I got aroused too. Is this because of my guilt, or something else? I don’t understand,” she mused, drifting into sleep with the question unresolved.
After Dinner: Rekindled Desire and Unspoken Fantasies
After their intense lovemaking session earlier that evening, Sudhakar and Sumati returned to their room, the air still thick with the scent of their passion. The ashram staff had delivered dinner to their door—a simple meal of rice, dal, and vegetables—but the act of eating felt almost secondary to the electric tension that lingered between them. Sumati’s body was heavy with exhaustion, her limbs aching in the sweetest way possible. She had climaxed three times that day—a number so staggering she couldn’t recall ever reaching such heights in their ten years of marriage. As they finished their meal, she stifled a yawn, her eyelids drooping. “I think I’ll sleep now,” she murmured, her voice soft and weary, tinged with the satisfaction of a day well-spent. “I’m so tired, Sudhakar. Three times… I don’t know when that last happened.”
Sudhakar nodded, clearing the plates with a distracted air. But sleep was far from his mind. As Sumati settled onto the bed, pulling the thin blanket over her curves, his thoughts raced back to the game—the Balance Challenge and the girl he’d played with, Rekha. Her soft, heavy body, those 40-inch buttocks pressing against him, the way her warmth had seeped through his skin—it haunted him. His cock twitched at the memory, a restless energy stirring in his loins. He lay beside Sumati, his hand resting lightly on her hip, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying every moment of Rekha’s closeness. Then, like a jolt, his thoughts shifted to Sumati. She had won all three rounds with Arjun—all three—and the curiosity clawed at him, sharp and insistent. What had happened between them? How had she triumphed so completely?
He turned to her, his voice low, tentative, cutting through the quiet. “Sumati,” he began, tracing small circles on her hip with his fingers, “tell me about your game today. How did you win the first round?”
Sumati sighed, her eyes half-closed, her body begging for rest. “It was the climbing round,” she said, her tone flat with fatigue. “We had to scale that hill-like structure. Arjun was behind me, helping me up.”
Sudhakar’s pulse quickened, his hand sliding up her thigh, the fabric of her nightgown bunching under his touch. “Helping you how?” he pressed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Did he touch you?”
She hesitated, sensing the edge in his tone, the undercurrent of something deeper. “Yes,” she admitted, shifting slightly. “He had to hold my waist to keep me from slipping.”
Sudhakar’s imagination ignited. He pictured Arjun’s hands—strong, masculine—gripping Sumati’s slim, soft waist, fingers digging into her flesh. His cock stiffened, pressing against his lungi. “Was he hard?” he asked, his breath catching, the question spilling out before he could stop it.
Sumati’s eyes fluttered open, surprise flickering across her face. “I… I don’t know,” she said, though the memory of something firm brushing against her thighs flashed through her mind. “Maybe. It’s hard to tell with all the movement.”
Sudhakar groaned softly, his hand moving to her breast, cupping its full 36-inch curve through the nightgown. “Did you have to remove any clothes?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal, his fingers kneading her flesh.
She nodded, her own breath hitching as his touch stirred her despite her exhaustion. “The staff said the saree and petticoat were in the way,” she explained. “I had to take them off. I was just in my blouse, panties, and the T-shirt they gave us.”
The image seared into Sudhakar’s mind: Sumati, half-exposed, her round buttocks hugged by thin panties, climbing with another man’s hands on her. His 7-inch cock throbbed, fully erect now, and he pulled her closer, his lips brushing her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. “Tell me more,” he urged, his voice raw with need.
Sumati felt a spark flare within her, her fatigue warring with the heat his words and touch were stoking. “In the second round,” she continued, her voice growing softer, sultrier, “we had to walk face-to-face across a line. It was tricky, so we held each other tight.”
Sudhakar’s hand slipped between her legs, finding her warm and already damp through the fabric. “How tight?” he demanded, his fingers teasing her slit, tracing its outline.
“Very tight,” she whispered, a shiver running through her as she recalled Arjun’s chest crushing her breasts, his erection grinding against her. “My breasts were pressed against him, and his… his cock rubbed against me.”
Sudhakar let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing with a strange mix of jealousy and lust—a cuckold’s thrill he couldn’t name. He rolled her onto her back, yanking her nightgown up to her waist, exposing her glistening pussy. “Did you like it?” he asked, his voice trembling, hovering between hope and dread.
Sumati bit her lip, caught between truth and the need to soothe him. “It was… intense,” she admitted, her hips shifting under his touch. “But I was thinking of you the whole time.”
Her words were meant to comfort, but they twisted something inside him. He wanted her to say more—to confess something forbidden, something that would push this dark, thrilling edge further. “What about the third round?” he growled, parting her thighs and sliding two fingers into her wet heat, stroking her clit with his thumb.
Sumati gasped, her body arching as pleasure rippled through her. “We had to slide through a narrow tunnel,” she said, her voice shaking. “I was on top of him, and he pushed us up with his legs. His cock… it was pressing against me the whole time.”
Sudhakar’s fingers plunged deeper, his own cock aching to replace them. “Did it make you horny?” he demanded, his voice hoarse, his imagination painting Arjun’s hard length grinding against his wife’s panties.
She hesitated, then lied, her voice barely steady. “A little,” she said, downplaying the two shattering orgasms she’d had. “But I didn’t like it. I hated it, Sudhakar. I only wanted to be with you.”
His cock twitched, but a flicker of disappointment stung him. He’d expected—hoped—for more: a confession of wild abandon, a detail to feed this perverse hunger growing inside him. Instead, her restraint left him wanting. “What about Arjun?” he pressed, climbing over her, his cock nudging her entrance. “Was he hard? Did he enjoy your body?”
Sumati sensed his need, his strange excitement, and decided to tease him. “Oh, he was very hard,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “He couldn’t help it—his cock was straining against me. He tried to touch my breasts a few times, groping at them, but I stopped him. I told him no.”
Sudhakar groaned, sliding his 7-inch cock into her slick pussy, filling her with one deep thrust. “But you felt it, didn’t you?” he rasped, pumping into her, his hands gripping her hips. “You felt how hard he was for you.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. “He was so hard, Sudhakar. In the tunnel, his cock slipped out of his underwear—8 inches, hot and thick—pressing right against my panties.”
Sudhakar’s eyes widened, his thrusts growing frantic. “Did he try to fuck you?” he asked, his voice breaking, a wild edge to it as his cuckold fantasy roared to life.
“No,” Sumati said quickly, her pussy clenching around him. “I didn’t let him. I told him to stop, to keep it in his pants.”
But Sudhakar’s mind was ablaze, picturing Arjun’s massive cock teasing her entrance, sliding against her wet folds. “How big was it?” he demanded, fucking her harder, his balls slapping against her ass. “You felt it—tell me!”
Sumati moaned, her own arousal spiking as she remembered Arjun’s size. “I don’t know,” she lied, her voice trembling. “I didn’t see it. I didn’t let him take his pants off.”
Sudhakar wasn’t buying it. “Bullshit,” he growled, his thrusts relentless. “You played three rounds with him—almost an hour. You felt it through his underwear, didn’t you? Based on your experience, how big was that fucker’s cock?”
Her pussy tightened around him, the memory of Arjun’s 8-inch rod flooding her senses. “Maybe bigger than yours,” she confessed, her voice shaky, her climax building. “I felt it—thick and long—but I’m not sure.”
That was the spark Sudhakar needed. He pounded into her, his cock slamming deep, his mind lost in the image of Arjun’s bigger dick rubbing against his wife. “Tell me about the second round,” he grunted, his hands squeezing her 36-inch breasts, pinching her nipples.
Sumati’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body rocking with his thrusts. “When we rolled together,” she said, “his cock was rubbing me so much. But I didn’t let him take his pants off—I stopped him.”
Sudhakar’s thrusts grew wilder, his cock stretching her pussy. “How much distance did you roll?” he asked, his voice strained. “Was his cock touching you here?” He shifted, angling his thrusts to hit her deepest spots, mimicking what he imagined Arjun might have done.
“About 100 meters,” she panted, her nails digging into his back. “Yes, right there—his cock pressed against me, hard and hot. But I kept his pants on, Sudhakar. I didn’t let him go further.”
He fucked her harder, his disappointment mingling with arousal. “You’re lying,” he accused, his voice rough. “He must’ve stripped down—you felt that big dick bare, didn’t you?”
“No,” she insisted, her lie deliberate, fueling his frenzy. “I controlled him. His cock stayed in his underwear.”
Sudhakar’s imagination ran wild, picturing Arjun’s 8-inch monster straining against fabric, leaking pre-cum onto her panties. He thrust deeper, his balls tightening. “Tell me about the tunnel again,” he demanded. “How did you slide through that tight space?”
Sumati’s voice trembled as she recounted it, her pussy soaking his cock. “I was on top,” she said, “my thighs around his waist. He pushed us up, his cock grinding against me with every move.”
“Did it make you wet?” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. “Did you cum from his touch?”
“No,” she lied again, her voice breaking as her climax loomed. “I hated it, Sudhakar. I didn’t want him—I only wanted you.”
His disappointment surged again—he craved the raw truth, the confession of her pleasure. “What about him?” he pressed, his cock pounding her relentlessly. “Was he hard? Did he love feeling your pussy against him?”
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice a sultry whisper. “He was rock-hard—8 inches throbbing against me. He tried to press my boobs, groping them through my bra, but I pushed him away. I didn’t let him cross the line.”
Sudhakar’s breath hitched, his cock twitching inside her. “You felt it, though,” he said, his voice hoarse. “How big was it really? Don’t lie to me.”
“I don’t know,” she teased, her pussy clenching as she neared the edge. “I didn’t see it—I swear he kept his pants on. But… it felt huge, maybe bigger than yours.”
Her words sent him spiraling. He fucked her with abandon, his 7-inch cock slamming into her, chasing the image of Arjun’s bigger dick. Sumati’s body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her as she imagined Arjun’s thick rod pressing against her again. She cried out, her pussy gushing around him, her mind a blur of guilt and ecstasy.
Sudhakar was close, teetering on the brink, but her lies—her restraint—left him hungry for more. She sensed his questions wouldn’t stop, and she needed to shift the focus, to bury her guilt. “What about you?” she asked, her voice teasing, her hand sliding to his cock, stroking its slick length. “Tell me about Rekha. Did you touch her boobs? Were they bigger than mine?”
Sudhakar’s eyes darkened, his cock surging back to life under her touch. “Yes,” he confessed, his voice rough. “Her tits were massive—38 inches, maybe 40. Soft and heavy, bigger than yours. I grabbed them when we climbed, felt them press against me.”
Sumati’s jealousy flared, but so did her arousal. “Did you like it?” she asked, her fingers tightening around his shaft, pumping him slowly.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, rolling her onto her back again. “But not as much as I love your tight little pussy.” He thrust into her once more, his cock harder than ever, fueled by the memory of Rekha’s curves and the reality of Sumati beneath him. He fucked her with a primal need, his hands gripping her 36-inch breasts, his lips crashing against hers.
Their conversation dissolved into moans and gasps, their bodies locked in a frenzied dance. Sudhakar imagined Rekha’s soft flesh, then Arjun’s massive cock teasing Sumati, the cuckold thrill pushing him over the edge. He came with a roar, his 7-inch cock pulsing, flooding her pussy with thick, hot cum. Sumati followed, her fourth orgasm of the day ripping through her, her cries mingling with his as they collapsed together, spent and trembling.
They lay there, panting, sweat-slicked and entwined, the room silent save for their ragged breaths. The ashram had unleashed something wild in them—a tangle of desire, jealousy, and raw passion they couldn’t yet fully grasp. As sleep finally claimed them, their thoughts drifted to the days ahead, wondering what new boundaries they might push, what new fantasies they might explore, together or apart.
The third round demanded they slide through a narrow, slightly curved tunnel—an upward slope that promised a tight, confining challenge. Arjun and Sumati exchanged a glance, their minds racing. “I’ll lie down, and you come on top of me,” Arjun suggested, his eyes gleaming with a mix of strategy and desire. “I’ll push us up.” Sumati agreed, though her heart thudded with a cocktail of fear, excitement, and unspoken yearning.
They approached the tunnel. Arjun entered first, lying on his back, his body taut and ready. Sumati climbed atop him, her thighs clamping tightly around his waist—her panties pressed hard against his underwear, his erection a palpable force between her legs. Arjun’s arms wrapped around her waist, holding her with a grip that felt both protective and possessive. “Ready?” he asked, his voice tight with anticipation. Sumati held her breath and nodded, bracing herself for what was to come.
Arjun gripped the tunnel walls with his legs and began pushing upward, each thrust propelling them forward. With every movement, his erection rubbed hard against her panties, pressing deep between her thighs, the friction igniting a blaze within her. Sumati’s body trembled—her panties already soaked, his hardness unrelenting in his underwear. Each stroke pressed her breasts against his chest, her nipples stiffening within her bra, her breath quickening with every inch they advanced.
Midway, Arjun paused, pulling her closer still. His hands slid beneath her buttocks, gripping them tightly—his fingers dipped into her panties, kneading her soft flesh with a hunger that made her gasp. “Arjun, this…” she moaned, her words dissolving into the haze of pleasure. He looked into her eyes, his voice a low growl. “Sumati, you’re so beautiful,” he said, squeezing her buttocks harder, sending a surge of heat through her. The wetness between her thighs grew, her body yielding to the rising tide.
They resumed their ascent, Arjun’s strokes stronger now, rhythmic and deliberate. His erection rubbed against her panties with relentless precision, driving her arousal to a fever pitch. Sumati’s body quaked, moisture pooling between her thighs, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Arjun, too, was lost in the moment—his erection throbbed within his underwear, his breathing ragged with need.
Halfway through the tunnel, Sumati’s body convulsed. Arjun’s forceful strokes, grinding hard between her thighs, pushed her to the brink. Her panties were drenched, and a massive climax tore through her, her gasp echoing faintly in the confined space. She fought to stifle her moan, masking her arousal, but her eyes fluttered shut, her breath refusing to slow. Her body shuddered, the wetness spilling from her panties, soaking Arjun’s underwear as well.
Arjun sensed her release—his erection hardened further, his strokes intensifying. Suddenly, his member slipped free from his underwear, his 8-inch, hot, rigid length pressing directly against her panties. Sumati gasped aloud, the searing heat of his bare flesh against her sending shockwaves through her. “Arjun, your…” she stammered, but her voice faded, overwhelmed by the sensation of his hot rod between her thighs.
Arjun’s own arousal peaked—his erection rubbed fiercely against her panties, reveling in her wetness. His strokes quickened, stronger now, pressing deep against her, reigniting her senses. Sumati’s body trembled anew, the moisture between her thighs surging, her breath racing. Arjun’s thrusts propelled her upward, each movement stoking the flames of her ecstasy.
As they neared the tunnel’s end, Arjun’s hands shifted forward, grasping her breasts through her bra. He felt her hardened nipples beneath the fabric, his touch firm and commanding. Sumati couldn’t resist—her body hurtled toward a second climax. Arjun’s final strokes were powerful, his erection grinding hard against her panties, triggering another wave of release. Her body shook violently, wetness spilling from her panties, her breath a frantic rhythm.
Simultaneously, Arjun reached his own peak—his erection erupted, a flood of hot seed spilling onto her panties. The warmth of his release seeped through the fabric, brushing her thighs, sending another jolt of arousal through her. They clung to each other, their bodies pressed tight—her breasts against his chest, his still-hard member against her panties. For a few moments, they remained locked together, breaths ragged, bodies trembling, lost in the throes of forbidden pleasure.
Abruptly, they realized another couple was nearing first place. Arjun sprang up, grabbing a tree branch at the tunnel’s end, pulling them both out in a swift motion. They emerged, breathless, and claimed first place, their victory tinged with the lingering heat of their encounter.
Sumati’s Thoughts and Decision
Sumati collapsed onto the grass, struggling to catch her breath. Her body still quivered—she had just experienced two climaxes without actual intercourse, a revelation that left her reeling with shock, pleasure, and fear. She recalled Arjun’s erection—his 8-inch, hard, searing length pressing against her panties, stirring an insatiable desire within her. That hot rod between her thighs had awakened a primal need, a fierce longing to feel him deep inside her, to surrender fully to the pleasure he promised.
But in that same moment, Sudhakar’s face flashed before her—his love, his trust, the moments they’d shared flooding her mind. Though her body had just reveled in erotic bliss with Arjun, guilt crashed over her like a cold wave. “What am I doing? Am I cheating on my husband?” her conscience demanded. She glanced at Arjun—his strong frame, his lingering arousal still drawing her in—but her duty to Sudhakar pulled her back from the brink.
Sumati took a deep, steadying breath. Her body trembled, her panties soaked, her breasts still taut with lingering desire—but her mind resolved itself. “This must stop here. I need to return to my husband,” she decided. She met Arjun’s gaze, her voice firm. “Arjun, this game ends now. I need to go home.” He looked into her eyes and nodded silently, respecting her choice.
Sumati stood, adjusting her clothes with shaky hands. Her body still echoed with Arjun’s touches—his firm erection, his hands squeezing her buttocks, his grip on her breasts—all etched into her senses. Yet her love and responsibility for her husband drew her from those erotic reveries. She resolved to end the game immediately and return to Sudhakar, her heart set on reclaiming their bond.
After the Game: Changing Room
After the game, Sumati retreated to the changing room, still clad in her T-shirt, bra, and panties. As she lifted her arms to remove the T-shirt, her bra strap slipped, baring a hint of her breasts. Her hand brushed the wall by accident, and she bent forward instinctively. In that fleeting moment, her buttocks grazed the cool surface, a shiver racing through her as it evoked Arjun’s firm, possessive touch. She quickly changed into a nightgown, the fabric soft against her sensitive skin, and hurried to her room, eager to leave the day behind.
Meeting with Sudhakar in the Room
Sudhakar sat on the bed, his presence a comforting anchor as Sumati entered. Seeing her, he asked, “What happened in the game?” Sumati, her voice tinged with lingering anxiety, replied, “Sudhakar, I won. I played with Arjun, and we were the victors in the tunnel slide. We also saved 25% of the reward.”
A faint smile crossed Sudhakar’s face. “I lost, Sumati,” he said. “Because of my partner, I couldn’t play properly.” With those words, he pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping her with familiar warmth. In that closeness, Sumati felt his erection pressing against her, hard and insistent. Her mind flashed back to her game—her two climaxes with Arjun—and a pang of realization struck her. “My husband hasn’t climaxed yet, but I did,” she thought. Guilt gnawed at her, yet relief mingled with it, knowing Sudhakar hadn’t crossed that line.
Sumati’s Thoughts and Action
Sumati guided Sudhakar to lie on the bed, her voice soft but resolute. “Your penis is so hard; you need relief. I’ll give you a good blowjob,” she said. Sudhakar chuckled, his tone light. “Okay, as you wish.” Sumati tugged off his lungi, revealing his 7-inch erection standing proud and rigid before her.
She took him in her hand, her fingers wrapping around his warmth, and guided him into her mouth. She sucked slowly, savoring the taste, the heat of him stoking her own desire. As she worked, she murmured, “Tell me about your game. How did you lose?”
Sudhakar’s Explanation and Sumati’s Play
Sudhakar closed his eyes, his voice low as he recounted, “My partner, Rekha, is a bit overweight. Her buttocks are 40 inches. Because of her weight, we couldn’t climb properly. We lost.” As he spoke, Sumati felt a slight jerk in his penis, a subtle twitch that piqued her curiosity. “Does he enjoy talking about that girl?” she wondered.
Minutes later, she pressed further, her lips still around him. “How did you climb in the first round? What position were you in?” Sudhakar replied, “We were in tight shirts. I was behind her. Her large buttocks kept brushing against me.” This time, the hardening of his erection was unmistakable, a firm pulse against her tongue. “He’s enjoying imagining that girl,” Sumati realized, a thrill coursing through her.
Sumati’s Teasing and Erotic Escalation
Sumati sucked harder, her mouth enveloping him with renewed vigor, deciding to tease him more. “How did you manage with her large buttocks?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. Sudhakar, stirred by her words, surged up suddenly, pushing Sumati onto the bed. He lifted her nightgown, exposing her, and thrust his 7-inch penis deep into her vagina. Sumati’s eyes rolled back, a moan escaping her lips—“Ahh… Sudhakar!”—as he began to pound into her with fierce urgency.
After a while, she teased again, breathless, “Did you remove your clothes for space?” Sudhakar, panting, answered, “Yes, we shed our outer clothes. We were only in underwear. Her buttocks kept rubbing against my penis.” His erection felt even harder inside her, his arousal palpable. Sumati saw the lust in his eyes and pushed further, eager to stoke the fire.
“When her buttocks touched you, how did it feel?” she pressed. Sudhakar groaned, “Her body was soft and warm. When my penis rubbed between her buttocks, I felt like I was about to climax.” Sumati pulled him deeper, her voice rising, “Tell me more!”
Sudhakar, thrusting steadily, continued, “As we climbed, her buttocks pressed hard against my thighs. The tightness, the warmth in her underwear… my penis stood erect.” Sumati, inflamed by his words, cried out, “Thrust harder!” Sudhakar obeyed, his pace quickening, slamming into her with raw intensity.
Climax and Sumati’s Thoughts
Sumati teased one last time, “If you had won, what would you have done?” Sudhakar couldn’t answer—his climax overtook him, a loud shout tearing from his throat as he released his semen into her. His 7-inch penis throbbed inside her, pulsing with each spurt. Sumati, too, reached her peak, her body shuddering beneath his relentless thrusts, her cry—“Ahh… Sudhakar!”—mingling with his.
They collapsed onto the bed, breathless, their bodies entwined. In Sumati’s mind, a tumult of thoughts swirled. “I wanted to make my husband enjoy because I felt guilty for what I did with Arjun. But when he spoke of that girl, I got aroused too. Is this because of my guilt, or something else? I don’t understand,” she mused, drifting into sleep with the question unresolved.
After Dinner: Rekindled Desire and Unspoken Fantasies
After their intense lovemaking session earlier that evening, Sudhakar and Sumati returned to their room, the air still thick with the scent of their passion. The ashram staff had delivered dinner to their door—a simple meal of rice, dal, and vegetables—but the act of eating felt almost secondary to the electric tension that lingered between them. Sumati’s body was heavy with exhaustion, her limbs aching in the sweetest way possible. She had climaxed three times that day—a number so staggering she couldn’t recall ever reaching such heights in their ten years of marriage. As they finished their meal, she stifled a yawn, her eyelids drooping. “I think I’ll sleep now,” she murmured, her voice soft and weary, tinged with the satisfaction of a day well-spent. “I’m so tired, Sudhakar. Three times… I don’t know when that last happened.”
Sudhakar nodded, clearing the plates with a distracted air. But sleep was far from his mind. As Sumati settled onto the bed, pulling the thin blanket over her curves, his thoughts raced back to the game—the Balance Challenge and the girl he’d played with, Rekha. Her soft, heavy body, those 40-inch buttocks pressing against him, the way her warmth had seeped through his skin—it haunted him. His cock twitched at the memory, a restless energy stirring in his loins. He lay beside Sumati, his hand resting lightly on her hip, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying every moment of Rekha’s closeness. Then, like a jolt, his thoughts shifted to Sumati. She had won all three rounds with Arjun—all three—and the curiosity clawed at him, sharp and insistent. What had happened between them? How had she triumphed so completely?
He turned to her, his voice low, tentative, cutting through the quiet. “Sumati,” he began, tracing small circles on her hip with his fingers, “tell me about your game today. How did you win the first round?”
Sumati sighed, her eyes half-closed, her body begging for rest. “It was the climbing round,” she said, her tone flat with fatigue. “We had to scale that hill-like structure. Arjun was behind me, helping me up.”
Sudhakar’s pulse quickened, his hand sliding up her thigh, the fabric of her nightgown bunching under his touch. “Helping you how?” he pressed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Did he touch you?”
She hesitated, sensing the edge in his tone, the undercurrent of something deeper. “Yes,” she admitted, shifting slightly. “He had to hold my waist to keep me from slipping.”
Sudhakar’s imagination ignited. He pictured Arjun’s hands—strong, masculine—gripping Sumati’s slim, soft waist, fingers digging into her flesh. His cock stiffened, pressing against his lungi. “Was he hard?” he asked, his breath catching, the question spilling out before he could stop it.
Sumati’s eyes fluttered open, surprise flickering across her face. “I… I don’t know,” she said, though the memory of something firm brushing against her thighs flashed through her mind. “Maybe. It’s hard to tell with all the movement.”
Sudhakar groaned softly, his hand moving to her breast, cupping its full 36-inch curve through the nightgown. “Did you have to remove any clothes?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal, his fingers kneading her flesh.
She nodded, her own breath hitching as his touch stirred her despite her exhaustion. “The staff said the saree and petticoat were in the way,” she explained. “I had to take them off. I was just in my blouse, panties, and the T-shirt they gave us.”
The image seared into Sudhakar’s mind: Sumati, half-exposed, her round buttocks hugged by thin panties, climbing with another man’s hands on her. His 7-inch cock throbbed, fully erect now, and he pulled her closer, his lips brushing her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. “Tell me more,” he urged, his voice raw with need.
Sumati felt a spark flare within her, her fatigue warring with the heat his words and touch were stoking. “In the second round,” she continued, her voice growing softer, sultrier, “we had to walk face-to-face across a line. It was tricky, so we held each other tight.”
Sudhakar’s hand slipped between her legs, finding her warm and already damp through the fabric. “How tight?” he demanded, his fingers teasing her slit, tracing its outline.
“Very tight,” she whispered, a shiver running through her as she recalled Arjun’s chest crushing her breasts, his erection grinding against her. “My breasts were pressed against him, and his… his cock rubbed against me.”
Sudhakar let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing with a strange mix of jealousy and lust—a cuckold’s thrill he couldn’t name. He rolled her onto her back, yanking her nightgown up to her waist, exposing her glistening pussy. “Did you like it?” he asked, his voice trembling, hovering between hope and dread.
Sumati bit her lip, caught between truth and the need to soothe him. “It was… intense,” she admitted, her hips shifting under his touch. “But I was thinking of you the whole time.”
Her words were meant to comfort, but they twisted something inside him. He wanted her to say more—to confess something forbidden, something that would push this dark, thrilling edge further. “What about the third round?” he growled, parting her thighs and sliding two fingers into her wet heat, stroking her clit with his thumb.
Sumati gasped, her body arching as pleasure rippled through her. “We had to slide through a narrow tunnel,” she said, her voice shaking. “I was on top of him, and he pushed us up with his legs. His cock… it was pressing against me the whole time.”
Sudhakar’s fingers plunged deeper, his own cock aching to replace them. “Did it make you horny?” he demanded, his voice hoarse, his imagination painting Arjun’s hard length grinding against his wife’s panties.
She hesitated, then lied, her voice barely steady. “A little,” she said, downplaying the two shattering orgasms she’d had. “But I didn’t like it. I hated it, Sudhakar. I only wanted to be with you.”
His cock twitched, but a flicker of disappointment stung him. He’d expected—hoped—for more: a confession of wild abandon, a detail to feed this perverse hunger growing inside him. Instead, her restraint left him wanting. “What about Arjun?” he pressed, climbing over her, his cock nudging her entrance. “Was he hard? Did he enjoy your body?”
Sumati sensed his need, his strange excitement, and decided to tease him. “Oh, he was very hard,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “He couldn’t help it—his cock was straining against me. He tried to touch my breasts a few times, groping at them, but I stopped him. I told him no.”
Sudhakar groaned, sliding his 7-inch cock into her slick pussy, filling her with one deep thrust. “But you felt it, didn’t you?” he rasped, pumping into her, his hands gripping her hips. “You felt how hard he was for you.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. “He was so hard, Sudhakar. In the tunnel, his cock slipped out of his underwear—8 inches, hot and thick—pressing right against my panties.”
Sudhakar’s eyes widened, his thrusts growing frantic. “Did he try to fuck you?” he asked, his voice breaking, a wild edge to it as his cuckold fantasy roared to life.
“No,” Sumati said quickly, her pussy clenching around him. “I didn’t let him. I told him to stop, to keep it in his pants.”
But Sudhakar’s mind was ablaze, picturing Arjun’s massive cock teasing her entrance, sliding against her wet folds. “How big was it?” he demanded, fucking her harder, his balls slapping against her ass. “You felt it—tell me!”
Sumati moaned, her own arousal spiking as she remembered Arjun’s size. “I don’t know,” she lied, her voice trembling. “I didn’t see it. I didn’t let him take his pants off.”
Sudhakar wasn’t buying it. “Bullshit,” he growled, his thrusts relentless. “You played three rounds with him—almost an hour. You felt it through his underwear, didn’t you? Based on your experience, how big was that fucker’s cock?”
Her pussy tightened around him, the memory of Arjun’s 8-inch rod flooding her senses. “Maybe bigger than yours,” she confessed, her voice shaky, her climax building. “I felt it—thick and long—but I’m not sure.”
That was the spark Sudhakar needed. He pounded into her, his cock slamming deep, his mind lost in the image of Arjun’s bigger dick rubbing against his wife. “Tell me about the second round,” he grunted, his hands squeezing her 36-inch breasts, pinching her nipples.
Sumati’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body rocking with his thrusts. “When we rolled together,” she said, “his cock was rubbing me so much. But I didn’t let him take his pants off—I stopped him.”
Sudhakar’s thrusts grew wilder, his cock stretching her pussy. “How much distance did you roll?” he asked, his voice strained. “Was his cock touching you here?” He shifted, angling his thrusts to hit her deepest spots, mimicking what he imagined Arjun might have done.
“About 100 meters,” she panted, her nails digging into his back. “Yes, right there—his cock pressed against me, hard and hot. But I kept his pants on, Sudhakar. I didn’t let him go further.”
He fucked her harder, his disappointment mingling with arousal. “You’re lying,” he accused, his voice rough. “He must’ve stripped down—you felt that big dick bare, didn’t you?”
“No,” she insisted, her lie deliberate, fueling his frenzy. “I controlled him. His cock stayed in his underwear.”
Sudhakar’s imagination ran wild, picturing Arjun’s 8-inch monster straining against fabric, leaking pre-cum onto her panties. He thrust deeper, his balls tightening. “Tell me about the tunnel again,” he demanded. “How did you slide through that tight space?”
Sumati’s voice trembled as she recounted it, her pussy soaking his cock. “I was on top,” she said, “my thighs around his waist. He pushed us up, his cock grinding against me with every move.”
“Did it make you wet?” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. “Did you cum from his touch?”
“No,” she lied again, her voice breaking as her climax loomed. “I hated it, Sudhakar. I didn’t want him—I only wanted you.”
His disappointment surged again—he craved the raw truth, the confession of her pleasure. “What about him?” he pressed, his cock pounding her relentlessly. “Was he hard? Did he love feeling your pussy against him?”
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice a sultry whisper. “He was rock-hard—8 inches throbbing against me. He tried to press my boobs, groping them through my bra, but I pushed him away. I didn’t let him cross the line.”
Sudhakar’s breath hitched, his cock twitching inside her. “You felt it, though,” he said, his voice hoarse. “How big was it really? Don’t lie to me.”
“I don’t know,” she teased, her pussy clenching as she neared the edge. “I didn’t see it—I swear he kept his pants on. But… it felt huge, maybe bigger than yours.”
Her words sent him spiraling. He fucked her with abandon, his 7-inch cock slamming into her, chasing the image of Arjun’s bigger dick. Sumati’s body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her as she imagined Arjun’s thick rod pressing against her again. She cried out, her pussy gushing around him, her mind a blur of guilt and ecstasy.
Sudhakar was close, teetering on the brink, but her lies—her restraint—left him hungry for more. She sensed his questions wouldn’t stop, and she needed to shift the focus, to bury her guilt. “What about you?” she asked, her voice teasing, her hand sliding to his cock, stroking its slick length. “Tell me about Rekha. Did you touch her boobs? Were they bigger than mine?”
Sudhakar’s eyes darkened, his cock surging back to life under her touch. “Yes,” he confessed, his voice rough. “Her tits were massive—38 inches, maybe 40. Soft and heavy, bigger than yours. I grabbed them when we climbed, felt them press against me.”
Sumati’s jealousy flared, but so did her arousal. “Did you like it?” she asked, her fingers tightening around his shaft, pumping him slowly.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, rolling her onto her back again. “But not as much as I love your tight little pussy.” He thrust into her once more, his cock harder than ever, fueled by the memory of Rekha’s curves and the reality of Sumati beneath him. He fucked her with a primal need, his hands gripping her 36-inch breasts, his lips crashing against hers.
Their conversation dissolved into moans and gasps, their bodies locked in a frenzied dance. Sudhakar imagined Rekha’s soft flesh, then Arjun’s massive cock teasing Sumati, the cuckold thrill pushing him over the edge. He came with a roar, his 7-inch cock pulsing, flooding her pussy with thick, hot cum. Sumati followed, her fourth orgasm of the day ripping through her, her cries mingling with his as they collapsed together, spent and trembling.
They lay there, panting, sweat-slicked and entwined, the room silent save for their ragged breaths. The ashram had unleashed something wild in them—a tangle of desire, jealousy, and raw passion they couldn’t yet fully grasp. As sleep finally claimed them, their thoughts drifted to the days ahead, wondering what new boundaries they might push, what new fantasies they might explore, together or apart.
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