15-08-2025, 02:20 PM
No matter how big the mistake is, if one genuinely feels remorse and tells the truth, at least we reduce their punishment, right? That's what Gautam did.
Geetha's voice was a soft confession, each word a step closer to the truth. "I didn't know, darling. I liked it when Bharat looked at me. I was lonely, and he gave me attention. The evenings were never boring when I listened to him talk. He's good-looking." She paused, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Please understand, sometimes when I would video call you, my hand would tingle when his hand brushed against it. It made me want more. When it was cool at home, I wouldn't feel the cold if he was there. When he praised me, I was lost in a trance. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone. I didn't think kissing was wrong. I never thought it would come to this."
Gautam's response wasn't anger but an embrace, warm and loving. He held her close, his lips finding the soft skin of her neck. "It’s okay, Did you enjoy it or not?" he murmured against her skin.
"Yeah," she whispered back, the word a small, hesitant breath.
Gautam pulled back just enough to look at her. " I'm not denying your enjoyment. These things are normal nowadays. But I thought you'd hide it from me and not tell me."
"No," she insisted, her voice thick with emotion. "Who else would I tell besides you? I love you, Gautam. I love you... When you're next to me, I don't need anyone else."
"Not even Bharat?" he asked, a gentle probe.
"No," she said, without hesitation.
Gautam's thumbs wiped the moisture from her flushed cheeks. "I won't deny your enjoyment. It's only for one more month, right? Don't take his teacher away from him, poor guy."
A small smile blossomed on Geetha's lips. Gautam's heart softened at the sight.
"Looks like that mischievous boy really likes my silly girl, huh?" he teased.
"Yeah..." she answered shyly.
"Play around for a few more days."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Hmm...."
"Darling, can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Ask."
"You're saying this even though you're angry, right? You're telling me not to do things that make you angry."
"No, no," he said, his tone reassuring. He understood in that moment that Geetha's actions went beyond a simple kiss; her desire for Bharat was real.
"Anything else you want to tell me?" he asked.
"No..."
"Tell me..." he urged.
"I missed you a lot when I was with him. Do you know how much I tried to stop myself?" she confessed.
"What?" he asked, a new tension entering his voice.
Geetha's hand found its way into his pants, her fingers exploring him.
"I missed this," she murmured.
"Do you want it?"
"Yeah..."
"Take it."
For days, Geetha had harbored a new desire, a curiosity awakened by Bharat. "Darling, why didn't you do it like him?"
"What did he do?" Gautam asked, his voice a low rumble.
"Don't you like my navel?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I like everything about you."
Her eyes fell upon the bowl she had set aside earlier. "Give me that."
Gautam picked up the bowl. "What is this?"
"Sugar, honey..."
"What for?"
"If you mix this into a paste and apply it to the armpits and peel off, they'll be clean."
"Oh..."
"You apply it."
"What?" he asked.
Shyly, she bit her lip. "Yeah... You do it."
"After you ask, how can I not?" he said, his voice thick with affection.
His words and his romantic gestures thrilled her, filling her heart with a bubbling joy that made her feel alive.
She stirred the mixture in the bowl with a spoon, and Gautam leaned in to kiss her cheek, the scent of sugar and honey filling the air.
Geetha's words hung in the air, a silent challenge. "Why didn't we have this kind of romance when we were newlyweds?"
Gautam sighed, a familiar weariness in his voice. "I was always busy with work. If I hadn't been, would I be at this level now?"
"Hmm..." Geetha replied, the sound a low hum of disappointment.
"Besides," Gautam continued, his voice taking on a teasing, yet slightly bitter, edge, "you're enjoying yourself with Bharat, but I have no one."
Geetha's eyes narrowed. "Oh, you want someone else? I'll kill them."
Gautam chuckled, a dry sound. "Haha... You can enjoy, but I can't."
She pouted, her nose wrinkling in playful defiance. "Go ahead, what do I care?"
"No, no..." Gautam said, his tone softening. "After I resign and come back, it'll be just you for me and me for you, okay?"
"Yeah..." she breathed, the single word a surrender.
His finger moved between her thighs, and a jolt of electricity shot through Geetha, a shiver running down her spine. "Ah..."
"Did he touch you here?" Gautam's voice was a low murmur, but the question was a thunderclap.
A cold sweat broke out on Geetha's back. The fear of what he would say, what he would do, if she admitted how far it had gone, was a cold dread.
"Son-in-law... come here for a moment," Jayaraj's voice cut through the charged air.
"Go, my dad is calling," Geetha said, her voice a little too quick, a little too loud.
"Okay, wait."
Once Gautam was gone, she placed a hand on her heart, feeling the frantic beat beneath her palm. Her mind was a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts.
She picked up the bowl of honey paste, the act of mixing it a mindless task. She had braced herself for his anger, for a lecture, for something, but his silence had been more terrifying than any outburst. Now, she finally exhaled the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
She slipped out of her saree, then her blouse, and stood before the mirror, raising her arms. The small hairs in her armpits cast a faint shadow. She unhooked her bra, her nipples hardening and protruding in the cool air.
A shiver ran down her back from the fan's breeze. She wrapped a large white towel around herself, sat on a small stool by the bathroom door, and began to rub the honey mixture into her armpits.
The door opened, and Gautam walked in.
"Close the door," Geetha said.
He turned back and did as she asked. "You asked me to do it, don't you want me to?"
"Come here," she said, her voice a soft command.
As he approached, she placed the bowl on the stool and stood. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes fluttered, and a shy smile played on her lips. She raised both hands to hold her hair bun in place.
The moonlight streamed in, illuminating her armpits, which were now covered in the golden honey paste.
"Come closer," she whispered.
Gautam leaned his face toward hers.
"Bend down."
He lowered his head, his lips hovering near hers.
"Bend down more," she urged.
"What for?"
"You have to,do one thing."
"What?"
"You have to clean my armpits."
"How? Won't you shower?"
Geetha closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall. "Lick it for me."
"Disgusting...no.." he said, his voice laced with revulsion.
"It's not disgusting. Lick it quickly before it dries."
"No, go take a shower."
"Please, darling, lick it for me."
"Hey, are you crazy?"
"Gautam.." she said, her voice rising in urgency.
"Hey..."
"Just once, it'll get me in the mood."
He brought their lips together, a quick, almost chaste kiss.
"Hmm..."
"Go shower, and I'll hug you and we'll go to sleep."
"Lick it."
"Won’t you listen?"
"No..."
He bent down, his face nearing her right armpit. The mingled scent of sweat and honey filled his nose, and he recoiled, pulling his head back. "No..."
“Just once, my good husband,” Geetha pleaded, her voice a soft murmur.
Gautam, unable to resist wife’s sweet request, did as she asked.
He bent extended his tongue and pressed it against the honey-smeared skin of her armpit.
A jolt went through Geetha’s body, and she bit down on her lip with a muffled moan.
Gautam licked the sweet mixture, savoring the taste. Seeing a couple of drops still glistening on her skin, he pressed his tongue against her again, cleaning the spot.
“Ah… this side too,” she whispered, her head tilting to the left. He moved to her other side, his tongue tracing a path into her armpit.
As he did, she wrapped her right hand in his hair and pressed his face deeper into her skin.
“Oh… kiss it.”
He did as he was told, placing his lips on the spot he had just licked and giving it a tender kiss. As he lingered there, she released his head and pushed her right hand into his pants, her fingers finding and squeezing him softly with a passionate urgency.
Her touch ignited a fire in him. He pulled her closer by the waist, the movement causing the towel she was wearing to slip to the floor. He moved his face from her armpit to her left boob, kissing it with a newfound fervor.
“Hmmmm… I may be romance with him, but I’m your wife,” she said, her voice a mix of playfulness and intimacy.
He came up and kissed her on the forehead, a gesture of pure devotion. Then, in one swift motion, he lifted her and laid her on the bed. He stripped off his pants, joining her there.
As she looked at him, she opened her thighs, a silent invitation he eagerly accepted. He moved between them, claiming her body as his own. She dug her nails into the back of his t-shirt, pulling him closer as she kissed his face, a moan escaping her lips.
“I missed this a lot… Goutham…”
“Uh.. I too dear,”
“Oh more, fuck” she urged.
He began to thrust, their thighs rubbing together with each movement. A symphony of sighs and moans filled the room as they kissed, Gautam’s body moving hers in a rhythmic dance.
With a final surge of passion, he claimed her completely, leaving her breathless and satisfied. In the quiet after, she swallowed her contentment and found solace in the loving embrace of her husband.
A few minutes later, Geetha's voice cut through the quiet. "Get up, the water might be boiling now. I'll go take a shower."
Gautam sat up and gently kissed her forehead. "Why take a shower? Stay just like this."
Geetha pulled back, a soft smile on her lips. "I will, darling. But I haven't showered since morning."
He moved aside, and she rose, stepping toward the bathroom. At the door, she turned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I even showered with him," she said, her voice a playful tease.
"Get the hell inside, you silly girl," Gautam retorted, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at her.
A ripple of laughter echoed from the bathroom as Geetha closed the door behind her.
Inside, as the warm water cascaded over her, the heat from the day and the recent intimacy with Gautam began to subside. Her thoughts, however, were a whirlwind of two men. One, her husband, who was just outside the door; the other, Bharat, a memory that still lingered.
She soaped her armpits, a smile spreading across her face as she remembered Bharat's playful acts. These new moments with Gautam felt so joyful, but the ghost of Bharat's touch was a powerful one. She giggled to herself, her hand drifting down to touch herself, still wet with her husband's love. The memory of Bharat's long, hard shaft flared to life, and she slowly pushed a finger inside. A small gasp escaped her lips.
She began to caress herself, her mind a vivid tapestry of past moments with Bharat—his lips on her waist, the way he would lick her armpits, how he held her close, the light bites on her buttocks, the gentle suction on her boobs. As she imagined him kissing a spot her husband had never touched, she leaned against the cool tile wall, a wave of satisfaction washing over her. Biting her lip, a silent, joyful moan escaped her as she reached an her fingering climax.
After her shower, Geetha got out, wrapped in a towel. Gautam was lying on the bed, shirtless, focused on his laptop. She shook her wet hair, and a few droplets landed on his screen, causing him to close it with an annoyed sigh.
"Hey, why are you doing silly things?" he asked.
She climbed onto the bed, leaning over him. She pointed to the shadow her boobs cast on the mattress and kissed him on the forehead. "It's wrong to bring a laptop into the bedroom."
"Oh really?" he teased. "Then what should I bring?"
She gave him a playful look, her fingers tracing the hair on his chest before she slid down, disappearing under the blanket.
"Are you feeling cold after the shower?" Gautam asked, his voice laced with amusement.
"You got hot the moment I touched you, darling," she said, her voice muffled from beneath the covers.
Gautam pulled off her towel and tucked her under the blanket, pulling her close. He kissed her deeply. "So, are you going to cool me down with these?"
"Do you want me to?" she whispered.
"Hmm, yes," he answered, a low groan escaping his lips.
Geetha giggled, and then silence fell as she disappeared under the blanket once more.
A moment later, Gautam's head fell back against the pillow, his right hand moving slowly up and down under the covers as a rhythmic puffing motion began.
"Ah," he sighed, the muffled "gluck gluck" sounds beginning.
Suddenly, Geetha's hand emerged from under the blanket, grabbing the towel and pulling it back in with her.
"Ah, slowly," he groaned.
Still Geetha didn’t slowed, the protrusion of her head inside the blanket continued moving up down rhythmically.
“Mm… kluk kluk,” the sloppy sucking sound continued.
“Ossshh I’m cumming, ” he gasped trembling to his release.
His head rested to the left, and Geetha came up for air, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Gautam wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.
"You're taking the towel so the bedsheet doesn't get messed up. That's a good idea," he said.
She did not taste his semen though.
"We can just wash it tomorrow," she replied simply.
"Hmm," he said, pulling her even closer.
"I'll tell you something. Don't mind it," she began, her voice suddenly serious.
"Tell me," he said, his voice soft.
"You asked if he touched me, right?"
Gautam froze. "What?"
"Bharat..."
"Yeah, you didn't tell me."
"I..." she said, her cheeks flushing. "I gave a kiss to him there."
Gautam's eyes widened. "And what else?"
"What else?" she repeated, her voice a whisper.
"Did you do this for him too?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
"I wanted to," she admitted, "but I stopped myself."
"Meaning...?"
"Meaning... meaning..I liked his….,” she said, twisting coyly and hiding her face in Gautam's arms. He hugged her warmly, his hand reaching back to hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.
“Silly girl, you become so naughty.”
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To be continued……..
Geetha's voice was a soft confession, each word a step closer to the truth. "I didn't know, darling. I liked it when Bharat looked at me. I was lonely, and he gave me attention. The evenings were never boring when I listened to him talk. He's good-looking." She paused, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Please understand, sometimes when I would video call you, my hand would tingle when his hand brushed against it. It made me want more. When it was cool at home, I wouldn't feel the cold if he was there. When he praised me, I was lost in a trance. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone. I didn't think kissing was wrong. I never thought it would come to this."
Gautam's response wasn't anger but an embrace, warm and loving. He held her close, his lips finding the soft skin of her neck. "It’s okay, Did you enjoy it or not?" he murmured against her skin.
"Yeah," she whispered back, the word a small, hesitant breath.
Gautam pulled back just enough to look at her. " I'm not denying your enjoyment. These things are normal nowadays. But I thought you'd hide it from me and not tell me."
"No," she insisted, her voice thick with emotion. "Who else would I tell besides you? I love you, Gautam. I love you... When you're next to me, I don't need anyone else."
"Not even Bharat?" he asked, a gentle probe.
"No," she said, without hesitation.
Gautam's thumbs wiped the moisture from her flushed cheeks. "I won't deny your enjoyment. It's only for one more month, right? Don't take his teacher away from him, poor guy."
A small smile blossomed on Geetha's lips. Gautam's heart softened at the sight.
"Looks like that mischievous boy really likes my silly girl, huh?" he teased.
"Yeah..." she answered shyly.
"Play around for a few more days."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Hmm...."
"Darling, can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Ask."
"You're saying this even though you're angry, right? You're telling me not to do things that make you angry."
"No, no," he said, his tone reassuring. He understood in that moment that Geetha's actions went beyond a simple kiss; her desire for Bharat was real.
"Anything else you want to tell me?" he asked.
"No..."
"Tell me..." he urged.
"I missed you a lot when I was with him. Do you know how much I tried to stop myself?" she confessed.
"What?" he asked, a new tension entering his voice.
Geetha's hand found its way into his pants, her fingers exploring him.
"I missed this," she murmured.
"Do you want it?"
"Yeah..."
"Take it."
For days, Geetha had harbored a new desire, a curiosity awakened by Bharat. "Darling, why didn't you do it like him?"
"What did he do?" Gautam asked, his voice a low rumble.
"Don't you like my navel?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I like everything about you."
Her eyes fell upon the bowl she had set aside earlier. "Give me that."
Gautam picked up the bowl. "What is this?"
"Sugar, honey..."
"What for?"
"If you mix this into a paste and apply it to the armpits and peel off, they'll be clean."
"Oh..."
"You apply it."
"What?" he asked.
Shyly, she bit her lip. "Yeah... You do it."
"After you ask, how can I not?" he said, his voice thick with affection.
His words and his romantic gestures thrilled her, filling her heart with a bubbling joy that made her feel alive.
She stirred the mixture in the bowl with a spoon, and Gautam leaned in to kiss her cheek, the scent of sugar and honey filling the air.
Geetha's words hung in the air, a silent challenge. "Why didn't we have this kind of romance when we were newlyweds?"
Gautam sighed, a familiar weariness in his voice. "I was always busy with work. If I hadn't been, would I be at this level now?"
"Hmm..." Geetha replied, the sound a low hum of disappointment.
"Besides," Gautam continued, his voice taking on a teasing, yet slightly bitter, edge, "you're enjoying yourself with Bharat, but I have no one."
Geetha's eyes narrowed. "Oh, you want someone else? I'll kill them."
Gautam chuckled, a dry sound. "Haha... You can enjoy, but I can't."
She pouted, her nose wrinkling in playful defiance. "Go ahead, what do I care?"
"No, no..." Gautam said, his tone softening. "After I resign and come back, it'll be just you for me and me for you, okay?"
"Yeah..." she breathed, the single word a surrender.
His finger moved between her thighs, and a jolt of electricity shot through Geetha, a shiver running down her spine. "Ah..."
"Did he touch you here?" Gautam's voice was a low murmur, but the question was a thunderclap.
A cold sweat broke out on Geetha's back. The fear of what he would say, what he would do, if she admitted how far it had gone, was a cold dread.
"Son-in-law... come here for a moment," Jayaraj's voice cut through the charged air.
"Go, my dad is calling," Geetha said, her voice a little too quick, a little too loud.
"Okay, wait."
Once Gautam was gone, she placed a hand on her heart, feeling the frantic beat beneath her palm. Her mind was a whirlwind of jumbled thoughts.
She picked up the bowl of honey paste, the act of mixing it a mindless task. She had braced herself for his anger, for a lecture, for something, but his silence had been more terrifying than any outburst. Now, she finally exhaled the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
She slipped out of her saree, then her blouse, and stood before the mirror, raising her arms. The small hairs in her armpits cast a faint shadow. She unhooked her bra, her nipples hardening and protruding in the cool air.
A shiver ran down her back from the fan's breeze. She wrapped a large white towel around herself, sat on a small stool by the bathroom door, and began to rub the honey mixture into her armpits.
The door opened, and Gautam walked in.
"Close the door," Geetha said.
He turned back and did as she asked. "You asked me to do it, don't you want me to?"
"Come here," she said, her voice a soft command.
As he approached, she placed the bowl on the stool and stood. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes fluttered, and a shy smile played on her lips. She raised both hands to hold her hair bun in place.
The moonlight streamed in, illuminating her armpits, which were now covered in the golden honey paste.
"Come closer," she whispered.
Gautam leaned his face toward hers.
"Bend down."
He lowered his head, his lips hovering near hers.
"Bend down more," she urged.
"What for?"
"You have to,do one thing."
"What?"
"You have to clean my armpits."
"How? Won't you shower?"
Geetha closed her eyes, resting her head against the wall. "Lick it for me."
"Disgusting...no.." he said, his voice laced with revulsion.
"It's not disgusting. Lick it quickly before it dries."
"No, go take a shower."
"Please, darling, lick it for me."
"Hey, are you crazy?"
"Gautam.." she said, her voice rising in urgency.
"Hey..."
"Just once, it'll get me in the mood."
He brought their lips together, a quick, almost chaste kiss.
"Hmm..."
"Go shower, and I'll hug you and we'll go to sleep."
"Lick it."
"Won’t you listen?"
"No..."
He bent down, his face nearing her right armpit. The mingled scent of sweat and honey filled his nose, and he recoiled, pulling his head back. "No..."
“Just once, my good husband,” Geetha pleaded, her voice a soft murmur.
Gautam, unable to resist wife’s sweet request, did as she asked.
He bent extended his tongue and pressed it against the honey-smeared skin of her armpit.
A jolt went through Geetha’s body, and she bit down on her lip with a muffled moan.
Gautam licked the sweet mixture, savoring the taste. Seeing a couple of drops still glistening on her skin, he pressed his tongue against her again, cleaning the spot.
“Ah… this side too,” she whispered, her head tilting to the left. He moved to her other side, his tongue tracing a path into her armpit.
As he did, she wrapped her right hand in his hair and pressed his face deeper into her skin.
“Oh… kiss it.”
He did as he was told, placing his lips on the spot he had just licked and giving it a tender kiss. As he lingered there, she released his head and pushed her right hand into his pants, her fingers finding and squeezing him softly with a passionate urgency.
Her touch ignited a fire in him. He pulled her closer by the waist, the movement causing the towel she was wearing to slip to the floor. He moved his face from her armpit to her left boob, kissing it with a newfound fervor.
“Hmmmm… I may be romance with him, but I’m your wife,” she said, her voice a mix of playfulness and intimacy.
He came up and kissed her on the forehead, a gesture of pure devotion. Then, in one swift motion, he lifted her and laid her on the bed. He stripped off his pants, joining her there.
As she looked at him, she opened her thighs, a silent invitation he eagerly accepted. He moved between them, claiming her body as his own. She dug her nails into the back of his t-shirt, pulling him closer as she kissed his face, a moan escaping her lips.
“I missed this a lot… Goutham…”
“Uh.. I too dear,”
“Oh more, fuck” she urged.
He began to thrust, their thighs rubbing together with each movement. A symphony of sighs and moans filled the room as they kissed, Gautam’s body moving hers in a rhythmic dance.
With a final surge of passion, he claimed her completely, leaving her breathless and satisfied. In the quiet after, she swallowed her contentment and found solace in the loving embrace of her husband.
A few minutes later, Geetha's voice cut through the quiet. "Get up, the water might be boiling now. I'll go take a shower."
Gautam sat up and gently kissed her forehead. "Why take a shower? Stay just like this."
Geetha pulled back, a soft smile on her lips. "I will, darling. But I haven't showered since morning."
He moved aside, and she rose, stepping toward the bathroom. At the door, she turned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I even showered with him," she said, her voice a playful tease.
"Get the hell inside, you silly girl," Gautam retorted, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at her.
A ripple of laughter echoed from the bathroom as Geetha closed the door behind her.
Inside, as the warm water cascaded over her, the heat from the day and the recent intimacy with Gautam began to subside. Her thoughts, however, were a whirlwind of two men. One, her husband, who was just outside the door; the other, Bharat, a memory that still lingered.
She soaped her armpits, a smile spreading across her face as she remembered Bharat's playful acts. These new moments with Gautam felt so joyful, but the ghost of Bharat's touch was a powerful one. She giggled to herself, her hand drifting down to touch herself, still wet with her husband's love. The memory of Bharat's long, hard shaft flared to life, and she slowly pushed a finger inside. A small gasp escaped her lips.
She began to caress herself, her mind a vivid tapestry of past moments with Bharat—his lips on her waist, the way he would lick her armpits, how he held her close, the light bites on her buttocks, the gentle suction on her boobs. As she imagined him kissing a spot her husband had never touched, she leaned against the cool tile wall, a wave of satisfaction washing over her. Biting her lip, a silent, joyful moan escaped her as she reached an her fingering climax.
After her shower, Geetha got out, wrapped in a towel. Gautam was lying on the bed, shirtless, focused on his laptop. She shook her wet hair, and a few droplets landed on his screen, causing him to close it with an annoyed sigh.
"Hey, why are you doing silly things?" he asked.
She climbed onto the bed, leaning over him. She pointed to the shadow her boobs cast on the mattress and kissed him on the forehead. "It's wrong to bring a laptop into the bedroom."
"Oh really?" he teased. "Then what should I bring?"
She gave him a playful look, her fingers tracing the hair on his chest before she slid down, disappearing under the blanket.
"Are you feeling cold after the shower?" Gautam asked, his voice laced with amusement.
"You got hot the moment I touched you, darling," she said, her voice muffled from beneath the covers.
Gautam pulled off her towel and tucked her under the blanket, pulling her close. He kissed her deeply. "So, are you going to cool me down with these?"
"Do you want me to?" she whispered.
"Hmm, yes," he answered, a low groan escaping his lips.
Geetha giggled, and then silence fell as she disappeared under the blanket once more.
A moment later, Gautam's head fell back against the pillow, his right hand moving slowly up and down under the covers as a rhythmic puffing motion began.
"Ah," he sighed, the muffled "gluck gluck" sounds beginning.
Suddenly, Geetha's hand emerged from under the blanket, grabbing the towel and pulling it back in with her.
"Ah, slowly," he groaned.
Still Geetha didn’t slowed, the protrusion of her head inside the blanket continued moving up down rhythmically.
“Mm… kluk kluk,” the sloppy sucking sound continued.
“Ossshh I’m cumming, ” he gasped trembling to his release.
His head rested to the left, and Geetha came up for air, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Gautam wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.
"You're taking the towel so the bedsheet doesn't get messed up. That's a good idea," he said.
She did not taste his semen though.
"We can just wash it tomorrow," she replied simply.
"Hmm," he said, pulling her even closer.
"I'll tell you something. Don't mind it," she began, her voice suddenly serious.
"Tell me," he said, his voice soft.
"You asked if he touched me, right?"
Gautam froze. "What?"
"Bharat..."
"Yeah, you didn't tell me."
"I..." she said, her cheeks flushing. "I gave a kiss to him there."
Gautam's eyes widened. "And what else?"
"What else?" she repeated, her voice a whisper.
"Did you do this for him too?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
"I wanted to," she admitted, "but I stopped myself."
"Meaning...?"
"Meaning... meaning..I liked his….,” she said, twisting coyly and hiding her face in Gautam's arms. He hugged her warmly, his hand reaching back to hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.
“Silly girl, you become so naughty.”
.
.
.
To be continued……..
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