Adultery Sakshi's Universe

[yodam69420]

This was our first time, and the air was thick with feral heat and desperate hunger. Sunlight spilled golden stripes across tangled, sweating bodies, highlighting every curve, every bead of perspiration. The scent of lust hung in the air—thick, primal, intoxicating. My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped animal, wild and frantic, as Ramu settled between my trembling thighs.
He looked down at me, chest heaving, eyes wild and dark. His voice cracked like thunder, rough and filled with urgency. “Touch my cock, Sakshi… make it yours. Own it like you fucking mean it.”
I obeyed without hesitation. My fingers wrapped around the thick, burning length of him—his cock hot and hard like a steel rod wrapped in velvet. It pulsed under my grip, twitching with desire. I stroked him slowly, letting my palm glide over every inch, coating him with his own precum. The tip was swollen, glistening, begging to be devoured.
“Fuuuuck… just like that,” he growled, jaw clenched. “You’ve got fucking magic in your hands.”
I leaned forward, lips soft and open, trailing kisses up the inside of his thigh. He shivered when my breath brushed the head of his cock. A soft kiss on the tip made him tense further, eyes locked onto mine.
Then our mouths crashed together—feral, messy, full of teeth and tongue. His hands gripped my hair, holding tight, hips rocking forward into my fist.
Then he moved, slow but powerful, climbing over me. His cock nudged my entrance—thick, flushed, leaking precum. He pressed the fat head against my dripping folds, parting me slowly, torturously. Each inch stretched me open, the pressure building until my back arched and a moan tore from my throat.
“Are you ready?” he asked, voice like gravel.
I nodded breathlessly, unable to speak, surrendering everything. “I’ve never been more ready. Fuck me, Ramu. Take what’s yours.”
He pushed deeper and deeper, until buried to the hilt, pulsing and hard. My pussy clenched around him, greedy and shocked by the delicious intrusion.
"Shit," he grunted. “You’re fucking tight. Like your pussy was made for me.”
“It’s all yours,” I moaned. “Go deeper… give me all of it.”
He began to move—slow, calculated strokes that quickly turned into brutal, fast thrusts. The bed creaked, the headboard slammed. My hips lifted to meet him, legs locking around his waist. My pussy gripped him, sucking him in deeper.
His hands moved to my breasts, rough and possessive. He twisted my nipples until I cried out. “These tits—fuck, they’re mine now,” he growled, biting one nipple hard.
“Lift those fucking legs,” he ordered. I obeyed, ankles hooking behind his back. He angled perfectly, hitting a spot inside that made me scream.
Our mouths collided again, feral kisses exchanged. "Fuck me like your filthy little slut," I whispered. "Make me yours."
“You were wasted on that weak fuck,” he snarled. “This is what your body was born for—to be wrecked by me.”
“Yes—wreck me!” I sobbed, nails dragging down his back.
The bed slammed into the wall over and over, the rhythm brutal. Our sweat mixed, the headboard thudded.
Then my phone rang—shrill, out of place, but insistent.
"Fuck off," I groaned.
"Answer it," Ramu hissed. "Let him hear what he can never have."
It was Murugan.
Panting, I picked up. "H-hello?"
"Sakshi? You sound strange—are you okay?"
"Y-yeah—running after the kid. He spilled milk all over—I'm a mess," I lied through clenched teeth as Ramu slammed harder into me.
"You sure? You sound—"
"I’m FINE, Murugan! Don’t call unless it’s important!" I snapped, hanging up sharply.
“Fucking idiot,” I growled, turning back to Ramu. "Always interrupting, always useless."
“He never made you cum, did he?” Ramu sneered.
“Not once,” I spat, grinding up against him. “You fuck me until I forget my name.”
“Then take it,” he snarled, pounding me mercilessly.
My legs locked tighter, nails clawing his back, moaning filth into his ear. "This pussy is yours—use it, fill it. fuck me like a bitch. I want your cum dripping out when he gets home."
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he growled. “You want it? My whole load in this soaked cunt?”
“YES! Cum in me, ruin me, make it yours!”
He roared, burying himself deep, exploding inside me—hot spurts flooding, my pussy milking every drop. My orgasm hit simultaneously, screaming, shaking, grinding as we both climaxed.
Collapsing together, we lay tangled, breathing heavily. He didn’t pull out. Minutes passed, skin damp, satisfied. When he eased out, his cum dribbled down my thigh, sticky, marking exactly who I belonged to.
I lazily smeared it across my thigh. "He’ll never know," I whispered with a twisted grin.
Ramu watched, darkly satisfied. "That’s how I want to see you every time—leaking with me."
I nodded, trembling. "You will."

I was now lying on his chest, our skin slick with sweat, his heartbeat echoing in my ear as he caressed my ass gently but firmly. His fingers traced lazy circles over my flesh, dipping lower now and then to feel his cum still leaking from me. We said nothing for several minutes—there was no need. The silence was full of heat and afterglow.
Then I lifted myself up slowly, brushing his chest with my nipples as I hovered over him, meeting his eyes. He looked at me with a soft, almost reverent gaze. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
I leaned in until my lips brushed his ear and whispered, “You are really good… so gentle, so manly. You make me feel safe, desired… like a real woman. Please,” I kissed his cheek softly, “consider this our first night… no, our first noon. Fuck me daily, Ramu. Make me yours completely.”
His arms tightened around me instantly, possessive. “You don’t even have to ask, Sakshi. You’re my wife now. I’ll fuck you anytime, any way, anywhere. I’ll make you cry from pleasure, beg for more, forget everything but me.”
I giggled softly, then my expression twisted with a mix of frustration and amusement. “God, that idiot Murugan… always calling at the wrong time. Right when I was about to cum. Useless fucker. His voice was the last thing I wanted to hear with your cock buried inside me.”
Ramu smirked. “You lied like a goddess, though. Chasing the kid, huh?”
I laughed. “I could barely speak, Ramu. I was choking on moans. But even with that phone ringing, even with that bastard’s name flashing… I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want you to stop.”
She leaned in close to his face, voice husky, lips grazing his mouth. “He’s never made me cum. Never once. Not even close. I had to fake every moan, every twitch, every damn breath. But with you? I couldn’t stop cumming. I wanted to scream your name while he was on the line.”
He grinned, cock stirring between them. “Next time, answer the call on speaker.”
I grinned and slid down his body, kissing across his chest, his stomach, until I reached his softening cock—still slick with our mixed juices. I wrapped my hand around it, cradling it like something sacred, and pressed a soft kiss to the tip. "Thank you for giving me so much pleasure," I said, looking up at him through lowered lashes.
He groaned, threading his fingers through my hair. “There’s still more to come. I haven’t even started showing you what I can do.”
I licked him slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the head, tasting our aftermath. “Then you better keep your promise, Ramu. I want to be ruined every day.”
He chuckled darkly and pulled me back up into his arms. "You will be. I'll make sure of it."
We stayed in bed, tangled and exposed, breathing each other in. At one point, his stomach let out a low growl. I smiled and cupped his cheek.
"Hungry, kanna? Want something warm?"
He smirked. "Only if it's coming from you."
Without a word, I guided his head to my breast, the heavier one still firm from nursing. I brushed his lips with my nipple, teasing him, and murmured, "Drink, Ramu… take what's yours."
He latched on eagerly, the warmth of his mouth sending a fresh thrill down my spine. I stroked his bald head, rocking gently as he sucked, the rhythm slow and greedy. Milk spilled into his mouth, and he groaned as he drank from me like a starving man.
“Sweet,” he whispered between pulls. “Better than anything I’ve tasted.”
“Good,” I whispered. “This is your home now. My body’s yours, even my milk.”
He sucked harder, one hand kneading my other breast, making me moan softly again, the pleasure of it tingling all over. “You feed me, fuck me, love me… what more could a man want?”
Then he pulled away slightly and chuckled. “What if your son wakes up hungry?”
I grinned. “Don’t worry. I pumped earlier. His bottle’s ready in the fridge. Besides…” I kissed him again. “He’s still too young to suspect where all the warmth is going.”
“Smart woman,” he murmured, pulling me close again.
Eventually, I slipped from the sheets, legs weak, thighs sticky with his cum. I walked to the toilet, feeling his gaze on me the whole way. Inside, I cleaned myself slowly, letting his seed drip out, smirking at the mess he'd made of me.
He joined me, washing himself beside me, brushing against me deliberately, teasing little touches here and there.
After we dried off, I let him help dress me, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist as he tucked in my saree pleats, adjusting the blouse with lingering, possessive hands.
Before I left, I turned to him, cupped his face, and whispered, "You’ve spoiled me now. I won’t be able to go back to sleeping beside that man without thinking of you inside me. I’ll be lying there dripping with your cum, wishing it was your hands holding me instead of his pathetic, sweaty limbs.”
His eyes darkened. “Then don’t go back. Or if you must, bring your body here every day. Let me have what’s mine.”
I smiled, kissed him one last time, and walked back to my house, every step sticky and sore and aching to be his again.
----Next Day--------
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Meena: (laughing softly) So? Are you alive? Or did Ramu completely break you?
Sakshi: (groaning, half-laughing) Alive... barely. Meena, I don’t even know where to begin. I feel like my body’s been rewired, like something sacred and sinful passed through me. My thighs still tremble when I walk. My voice is hoarse. I’ve never been used like that… or loved like that.
Meena: Oh my god. You really did it. You gave in to the hunger. Tell me everything, woman. Was it… worth all the teasing, all the tests, all the wait?
Sakshi: Worth it? I didn’t know sex could be like that, Meena. It wasn’t just physical. He didn’t just fuck me—he took me, like I belonged to him. He knew my body better than I did. I came over and over again. My body just… surrendered. My mind disappeared. I cried, I laughed—I think I even begged. He made me beg.
Meena: (grinning in her voice) I told you. Older men don’t waste energy. They’re deliberate. Focused. They study you. And Ramu… he’s been starving for you. I could see it in his eyes when you spoke about him.
Sakshi: (sighs, dreamy) He drank from me, Meena. Literally. He fed from my breasts like a man reclaiming his place. And the way he looked at me afterwards… I melted. We didn’t even talk for minutes after. We just lay there, skin to skin, his cock still inside me, both of us shaking from the intensity.
Meena: You do know that sounds like more than sex, right? You didn’t just sleep with him. You offered yourself. And he accepted.
Sakshi: (whispers) I called it our first noon together. Not night—because it was so brazen, so shameless. He said I’m his wife now. He tied his soul to mine with sweat and cum. I told him he can have me daily. I want him daily. And Meena… even now… I feel him inside me. Like he marked me.
Meena: (quietly) And Murugan?
Sakshi: I hate him. I hate how small he feels now. Yesterday, he called right in the middle of it. I had Ramu’s cock buried in me and I still answered. Lied through my moans. Ramu fucked me while I spoke to him. That moment? That’s when I knew I’d crossed a line. And I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to scream Ramu’s name into the phone.
Meena: That’s... intense.
Sakshi: It was more than sex, Meena. It was rebirth. He made me feel like a woman for the first time. Every stroke said, “You are mine.” Every kiss whispered, “You are safe.” I felt beautiful, powerful, worshipped. I didn’t have to ask for anything—he gave me everything before I knew I needed it.
Meena: So now what? Living two lives?
Sakshi: On the surface, yes. But I’ve already chosen. Ramu has me. My heart, my body, my time. I’ll use every excuse, every minute I can steal. I want to see how far I can let go. I want to be owned by him, completely. I want to be ruined again and again until there’s no trace of the old me.
Meena: You sound different. Lighter. Like something unlocked inside you.
Sakshi: I am different. And yes—something has. I’m sore, dripping, raw. But I’ve never felt more whole. Even now, as I talk to you, my thighs are wet again just thinking about him. His scent, his voice, the way he growled when he came in me… it echoes.
Meena: Damn. You’re glowing through the phone, girl. Radiating filth and joy.
Sakshi: (laughs) It’s not glow. It’s afterglow. Deep ache. And a river of his cum that refuses to stop. I’m his mess, Meena. Proudly.
Meena: (laughs) Filthy. Beautiful. I love it. Just promise me… don’t lose yourself completely. Be smart. Protect your heart.
Sakshi: I’ll try. But Meena… with Ramu? I don’t want to be safe. I want to fall. I want him raw, wild, real. Even if it hurts later.
Meena: Then live it, Sakshi. Love like no one’s watching. Lust like it’s your last breath.
Sakshi: I am. Finally. And I don’t plan to stop.
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Ramu: (lighting a beedi and reclining back) Ismail Bhai! You old dog! Finally picked up, eh? Or were you still busy with your young-bride?
Ismail Bhai: (laughing) Oye, Ramu! Still running your dirty mouth, I see. I was busy. She keeps me smiling, you know. Girl’s just twenty-two, fresh fire in her—but don’t let the age fool you. I’m stronger now than even my own grandson. She says that herself. Says she feels safer under my arms than she ever did with him.
Ramu: (smirking) That’s because she knows the difference between a boy and a man.
Ismail Bhai: Exactly. And no, we haven’t done it yet. Not because I can’t, but because she asked me to wait. She said she wanted her first time after marriage, proper, with full commitment and meaning. And I respected that. That’s what she always wanted, even from my grandson. But the fool? He didn’t like it. Said she was too slow, too shy, and drifted. That hurt her more than anything. One of the reasons they broke up.
Ramu: (nodding slowly) And now he’s watching you give her the respect he denied.
Ismail Bhai: Damn right. She told me, “I just wanted someone to see me as more than a body.” And I said, “Then wait for me at the altar.” Since then, she hasn’t looked back. She trusts me with everything now. Even said she’s glad it ended with the boy. She calls me her man, her last chapter.
Ramu: Hah, bhai… that reminds me. You were asking about my storm last time. Let me tell you now—it finally happened.
Ismail Bhai: (leaning in) You mean… your Sakshi?
Ramu: Yes. She came to me, offered herself with no hesitation. Her husband was home the whole weekend, so she waited—waited like a tigress in a cage. And when he left, she bathed, shaved herself clean, wore a blue saree that clung to her curves. Came to my room and simply said, “Come have breakfast.” But I knew. The look in her eyes wasn’t for idlis.
Ismail Bhai: (grinning) Go on…
Ramu: We didn’t waste time. As soon as I stepped in, I could smell her arousal. She’d prepared herself, bhai. Not just her body—her soul. We talked like lovers, whispered filth and promises. She let me undress her, kiss every stretch mark, every softness. And then… when I entered her for the first time—it wasn’t fucking. It was possession. She wrapped her legs around me like chains, dug her nails into my back, and begged me to keep going.
Ismail Bhai: So it was that wild?
Ramu: Beyond. She moaned like the walls needed to hear it. She came again and again. And when her husband called mid-act, she answered—while I was inside her. Lied through moans, whispered sweet words to him while I made her body scream. After she hung up, she cursed him. Said he never made her cum, never even tried. Then she told me this body was mine now.
Ismail Bhai: (laughing with disbelief) That’s insane, Ramu. She said that?
Ramu: Word for word. Afterward, we lay together. She looked at me with eyes I haven’t seen in years—trusting, adoring, proud. Then, when I said I was hungry, she smiled… and offered me her breast. Not just for show. She pressed my head to her chest and said, “Drink.”
Ismail Bhai: And you did?
Ramu: Of course. The milk was warm, sweet, and real. She rocked me while I drank. It wasn’t just feeding—it was a ritual. A bonding. She whispered that no man had deserved that part of her before. Not even her husband. I sleep tangled in her limbs. I plan every next hour around when I can claim her again.
Ismail Bhai: And her kid?
Ramu: Taken care of. She pumps. Keeps bottles ready. When he cries, she feeds him, then comes back to feed me. Her breasts don’t know rest anymore.
Ismail Bhai: Hmm. No, Ramu. Don’t share that. Not even with her own kid. You’re the one she offered that gift to now. If she’s really yours, test her. Ask her to stop pumping. Stop feeding the boy. Switch to packaged milk. See if she’ll give that part of her completely to you.
Ramu: (surprised, intrigued) You think she’ll agree?
Ismail Bhai: If she’s truly surrendered, she will. It’s not about cruelty—it’s about commitment. That milk flows for you now. Make sure it stays that way.
Ramu: (thoughtful) You might be right. That kind of devotion… that’s rare.
Ismail Bhai: (laughing) You’ve turned her into your private temple. Now make sure you’re the only one allowed inside.
Ramu: Damn right. And I worship every inch. She’s not just my whore, bhai. She’s the only woman who’s ever made me feel alive.
Ismail Bhai: Careful, Ramu. Passion like that? It consumes.
Ramu: Let it. If I’m to burn, I’ll burn inside her.
Ismail Bhai: (smiling through the phone) Then enjoy the fire, old friend. But keep your steps measured.
Ramu: I always do. Until she begs me not to.
Ismail Bhai: Ramu… you lucky bastard. You’ve got more than a woman. You’ve got a devotee. And one more time—bring her. Let the ladies meet. My bride’s curious. Maybe they’ll understand each other more than we know. We’ll host you both properly.
Ramu: I wouldn’t miss it. And I’ll make sure she’s ready.
Ismail Bhai: Then it’s settled. You’ll keep me updated, yes?
Ramu: It is, bhai. And you’ll keep hearing all of it—from first moans to final vows.
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