Adultery ashwins adventure

[damien123456]

update 39:

             
                The dawn is approaching, and Radha sleeps soundly in the hall alongside Ashwin. There is no mat on the floor, yet their nude bodies are intertwined as they lie face to face, embracing tightly. The crowing of roosters interrupts Radha's slumber, prompting her to open her eyes and see Ashwin's face close to hers. She smiles and feels the urge to leave, as the day is about to begin. Gently, she pushes Ashwin aside, turning him onto his back on the floor, and then she rises to gather her clothes. Although she does not put them on, she holds them close to her chest and turns her face to glance at Ashwin, who is displaying his impressive morning erection in all its glory. She is taken aback by his arousal, wondering how he can be so hard once again.

Radha: How could he? In her mind, she takes a few steps closer to him, letting her gaze travel from his feet to his head. For a moment, she admires his muscular form, fully aware of his strength. She feels an urge to touch him, but her rational side holds her back. If she acts now, Ashwin might wake up, and he would surely relive his morning erection on her.

She quietly left the premises and made her way to the backyard. After attending to her nature calls, she proceeded to the bathroom for a refreshing bath. The sound of water splashing, along with the crowing of a rooster, roused Ashwin from his slumber. He opened his eyes to find himself on the floor of the hall, noticing the emptiness beside him. However, the dampness and warmth from the area indicated that his partner had departed just moments earlier. The distinct sound of water splashing informed him of her current location. He stood up and exited the hall, heading to the backyard to address his own nature calls. Before that he opened Sonu's room door, he glanced at his face and smirked to himself before proceeding to the backyard. He found himself urinating in the open rather than using the restroom, which was situated opposite the bathroom where Radha was bathing. As Ashwin was about to conclude his business, he heard the sound of a door opening and turned to see what it was. Radha, anticipating that Ashwin might wake up later, had not taken any fresh clothes with her after her bath, intending to return to her room before he awoke to dress herself. Thus, she had brought only a towel with her, placing her old clothes in a bucket of water to wash later. Now, she was clad in a small towel that fully covered her chest and belly,  but only extended a few inches down her love hole and half of her butt, leaving her white thighs and lower ass exposed to the air. As she emerged from the bathroom, she encountered a nude Ashwin standing before her.

Now they stand face to face, with a few feet separating them. Radha gazes at her naked lover, who stands with his morning erection in all its glory. His gaze and the saliva that creeps to the side of his lips convey something unspoken. She realizes that if she does not act quickly, she will find herself bathing once more in the very room, but this time it will be Ashwin who bathes her. She does not want that now, as she has some chores to attend to. When Ashwin quickens his pace toward the bathroom, intending to lock himself inside with Radha, she acts swiftly and escapes by running into the house. She then closes the backyard door and leans against it, gasping for breath.

Ashwin: "Hey Radha, come on, open the door," his voice echoed with need.

Radha: "No, Ashu, I know what you'll do if I open the door," she teased, her tone playful.

Ashwin: "Please, my love, don't you see me fully?" he said, standing two feet from the door, rubbing his erection. Radha understood what he meant.

Radha: "I've seen you many times," she teased again.

Ashwin: "Hey, open the door, please, my love. Don't you have mercy on me?" His voice now pleaded, and she understood that too.

Radha: "Ashu, we can do it again, but not now. If I open this door, I know what will happen. I have to start the day, and you too have your morning routine, okay?" Her tone was simple but conveyed her message clearly.

Ashwin: "We can start the day a bit later, my love," he pleaded again.

Radha: "A bit later?" she smiled, her smile audible to Ashwin. He knew why she smiled. "There’s no 'bit late' or 'moment' with you, Ashu—you definitely take your time. So go and refresh yourself, okay?"

Ashwin: "Hey, I forgot to take my clothes with me. Could you open the door and let me in to collect them?"

Radha: "No chance, dear, I know you too well. Go, you'll get what you need." With that, she left the door and went to her room. The sight of her husband's face irritated her a bit, so she simply grabbed her clothes and put herself on it  in the hall. Then, hearing the noise of splashing water, she knew Ashwin was refreshing himself. She opened the backyard door and placed a towel for him to use, then headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

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The bus came to a halt at the stop, and Pooja woke up to the conductor's voice. For a moment, she wondered if it had all been just a dream—it had felt so real. She gathered her belongings and stepped off the bus. Wanting to surprise her sister with her return, she hadn’t informed her in advance or told Ashwin about it yesterday. She began walking through the village roads, which were coming to life under the rising sun. Women were splashing water on their front yards, cleaning and decorating them. Some women who recognized Pooja greeted her, asking, "Hi Pooja, how are you? How’s life? Are you back from college? Did you complete your course?" Pooja answered their questions and continued down the road. More women asked the same questions, and she gave the same answers, quickly growing tired of it all. She thought to herself, "God, I should walk faster to avoid these people and their irritating questions." 

Leaving the village behind, she found herself alone on the tar road leading to the nearby village, which also passed by her house. Walking toward her home, the sun was now almost fully risen, its yellow rays making the path clearer. She was midway between her house and the main village when she suddenly heard a loud horn. Turning around, she saw a Honda City car speeding toward her. Quickly, she stepped aside.

As she stepped aside, she didn’t look back at the car and continued her stroll toward the house, dragging her suitcase on wheels, her bag slung over her back, and a handbag in her other hand. The speeding car suddenly screeched to a halt as its driver hit the brakes. Pooja glanced toward it but didn’t pay much attention and kept walking. After passing a few feet beyond the car, she heard the car door open and someone call out, “Hey Pooja, how are you?” She turned around and saw Irfan, her old college classmate, stepping out of the car.

Irfan: "Hey Pooja, how are you doing?" His voice is full of energy, expecting a warm reaction from her.

Pooja: "Hi..." Her voice is low, and her expression shows confusion as she looks at him, trying to figure out who he is.

Irfan: "Pooja, do you remember me?"

Pooja: She continues acting confused, though she knows who he is. She doesn't want to show it because she doesn't like him.

Irfan: "Hey, I think you don't remember me. I'm Mohammed Irfan, your classmate from college. Don't you remember?"

Pooja: "Oh... Irfan. I forgot about you, sorry. How are you?" Her tone lacks enthusiasm, sounding plain and neutral.

Irfan: "Well, I'm fine." He notices that she is walking toward her home, which he already knows. "Do you need me to drop you at your house? I'm heading in that direction."

Pooja: "No, thanks. I can manage." She steps back, signaling her discomfort with his presence.

Irfan: "Hey, come on, there's no need for formality. Let me drop you." He moves toward her, attempting to take her suitcase but she pulls it back.

Irfan: "What, Pooja? Come on!"

Pooja: "Well, I want to enjoy the morning weather. That's why I prefer to walk, so could you..." Before she finishes—

Irfan: "Oh, fine then. Let me accompany you to your house. Or, if you want, you can hop in my car, and I'll drive slowly. The morning is nice, and you need better company to enjoy it too." His tone now turns subtle and teasing.

Pooja: "I have my own way to enjoy it, no need for others." Her voice is stern, dismissing his words, and her face shows a hint of anger.

Irfan: "Hey, I just want to help you, my friend."

Pooja: "Classmates."

Irfan: "What? I don't get it."

Pooja: "Classmates, not friends. We were classmates in college."

As they talk, a guy steps out from the passenger seat near the driver’s side. His name is Ajay, a family friend of Irfan.

Ajay: Hey Irfan, what are you doing? Who’s this beauty? (his tone is teasing)

Pooja: Hello excuse me! (alertness in her voice)

Irfan: Hey, come on, Ajay, stop. This is Pooja, my friend.

Pooja: Classmate.

Irfan: Mmm, yes, classmate from college.

Pooja doesn’t enjoy talking to these two guys and looks for a way to avoid them. She turns her face toward the village and notices someone riding toward them on a TVS 50. Focusing her gaze, she feels safe when she realizes it’s Kavita on the two-wheeler.

Kavita is heading to the field in the morning to gather pasture for her cows at home. She wants to finish early today as she needs to work on the farm with her friends. Riding her two-wheeler, she notices a girl speaking with two boys near a parked car in the middle of the road. As she gets closer, she realizes it’s Pooja, cornered by Irfan. Understanding the nature of Irfan and his friend Ajay, she stops her bike near them, wanting to help Pooja.

Kavita: Hey Pooja, I told you to wait, and I would drop you. Then why are you doing this? Her voice shows concern and tension, like she is telling the truth.

Pooja: I just wanted to enjoy a morning walk on the road, that’s all. It’s okay. Here, take my suitcase. She scoops her suitcase, places it in front of Kavita’s TVS 50, and is about to straddle the bike too. She understands Kavita and continues with her flow.

Irfan: Hey Radha, come on, let me drop you in my car, he insists.

Pooja: No need, Irfan. Kavita wants to help. She told me to wait when I passed her house, but I dragged myself and my luggage this far because I like walking, so no thanks.

Kavita: Hey, I have some work at home, so please hurry. She pushes Pooja to leave the place quickly.

Pooja: Okay, Irfan, bye. With that, not expecting anything in return, she straddles the pillion seat, and Kavita revs up the accelerator to move away from them.

Kavita




Kavita and Pooja leave the place on the bike, meanwhile:

Ajay: Hey bhai, what’s going on?  

Irfan: What, Ajay? Nothing.  

Ajay: Don’t lie to me. From the brightness on your face, I can tell—you like her, right? 
 
Irfan: Yes, I like her.  

Ajay: So sad, the parrot has flown away from us, bhai.  

Irfan: She can’t fly away every time like this.  

Ajay: So you love her, right? Hmm?  

Irfan: Hey, you know me. Do I look like someone who would just settle for love with one woman?
  
Ajay: I know that, which is why I’m asking—do you love her, or…?  

Irfan: Or what? (He looks at his friend with a smile.)  

Ajay: Well, or maybe I could get something. (He winks at Irfan.)  

Irfan: Well, you know we always share things, so no problem.
  
Ajay: Okay, let’s follow them. Come on, start the vehicle.  

As Irfan opens the car door, his mobile rings. It’s something important, so he tells his friend, “I’ll tell you about Pooja and how we’ll get her later, but now we should move fast. See, I got a call from them.”  

Irfan's car sped past Kavita's two-wheeler, and as it passed, both girls exclaimed in unison, "Scoundrels!"

Kavita: Hey Pooja, how did they catch you? Didn't you tell Radha you were coming?

Pooja: No, I wanted to surprise my sister, so I didn’t tell her.

Kavita: You and your surprises! How did Irfan catch you?

Pooja: Well, while I was walking toward my house, he came by unexpectedly and started talking to me.

Kavita: Pooja, avoid him. He’s not a good guy, you know that, right?

Pooja: I know, Kavi, no need to remind me. Last time I was here, I heard he was in jail for something.

Kavita: Yes. Did you see the other guy with him?

Pooja: Yes, what about him?

Kavita: His name is Ajay. He’s his partner in crime.

Pooja: You mean...

Kavita: Yes, he’s the one who was with him for that.

Pooja: Hey, how is she? Is she still in the village?

Kavita: Do you think the men in this village would let her family live peacefully after that? She left the village with her parents. I think she’s in the town where you studied.

Pooja: Poor girl. What’s her name again? I forgot.

Kavita: Her name is Amsa.

Pooja: Hey Kavita, tell me about it. What really happened? Many people say different things about it.

Kavita: There are many versions, but the truth is he bangd her, and his friend did too. They tortured her privately for two days, that's it.

Pooja: Men like that must be punished harshly.

Kavita: Well, he comes from a wealthy family and has political influence since his father was the runner-up in the last assembly elections.

Pooja: Why don't we change the topic? I don't want to spoil my mood by talking about trash like him, okay?

Kavita: Okay, so what do you want to talk about?

Pooja: How's my sister? Is she okay?

Kavita: How can she be good after marrying that thug? But one thing's for sure, after Ashwin Sir's arrival, her face looks a little brighter and shows some signs of happiness.

Pooja: Hey, don't talk ill about her.

Kavita: No ill, Pooja. I mean, he's a good guy.

Pooja: Oh, come on, stop with that "Ashwin is a good guy" talk! (mimicking in a childlike tone as she's tired of hearing it).

Kavita: Hey, what?

Pooja: Nothing. Could you go a little faster, please?

Kavita: Okay, okay, let me drop you first. With that, they didn’t speak until they reached the house. Kavita dropped Pooja off, then headed toward the nearby cotton field to cut pastures for her cows.

Pooja opened the gate and closed it.

Pooja slowly walks toward her home, her heart racing with excitement as she imagines how Radha would react to her arrival. Smiling to herself, she strolls leisurely, unaware of the scene unfolding inside the house. Radha, standing in the kitchen, is sharing a deep, passionate kiss with Ashwin. After freshening up, Ashwin had found a towel waiting for him and discovered Radha cooking. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he was captivated by her swaying body, her curves, and the glimpse of her waistline with her partially visible belly button. Unable to resist, he hugged her from behind, turned her toward him, and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed along her spine and shoulders, and she responded by kissing him back.


Pooja approaches the door, while Ashwin's hand shifts from Radha's  back to her waist, gently rubbing it for a moment before moving to her chest to grasp her breast.