13-10-2025, 08:30 PM
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Scene 1: The Homecoming
The wall clock in our Delhi apartment showed it was almost midnight. Every tick echoed in the silence, amplifying the frantic rhythm of my own heart. I paced the living room, a restless energy buzzing under my skin.
He’s coming home.
The thought should have brought comfort, but instead, it lit a fire deep in my belly. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d see my husband, Karthik, after sleeping with another man.
But it would be the first time I’d see him since sleeping with Naveen.
My breath hitched as the memory flooded me. Naveen’s powerful, muscular body pinning me to the bed, the sheer, intimidating size of him. My mind flashed back to the feeling of his thick, 9-inch cock stretching me, filling me in a way I’d never felt before. Just thinking about it made my pussy ache with a familiar, desperate heat. And Karthik knew every single detail. He had demanded them.
His call from the airport an hour ago was brief.
Karthik: "Landing was smooth. I'll be home soon. Don't forget, we leave for Manali tomorrow night."
His voice was calm, but I knew him better. I could hear the excitement underneath, the thrill he got from this. He was the architect of my downfall, and he loved every second of it.
The sharp ring of the doorbell made me jump. He’s here.
I smoothed down my dress, my body tingling with a nervous mix of guilt and raw desire. I rushed to the door, my mind racing. I wanted him to punish me, to fuck me with all the anger and passion he’d been saving up.
I swung the door open, a welcoming smile plastered on my face.
Pratiksha: "Welcome home, baby!"
My smile faltered. My body went rigid.
Karthik stood there, tired but grinning. And next to him, filling the doorway with his broad shoulders and muscular frame, was Naveen. The sight of him sent a jolt straight between my legs. My panties were suddenly damp.
Karthik: "Look who I brought with me."
He stepped inside and pulled me into a hug. It felt safe and familiar, but my senses were overwhelmed by the man standing just behind him. Karthik felt lean and wiry against Naveen's solid power.
Pratiksha: "Naveen... Hi. This is a surprise."
My voice was thin, barely a whisper.
Naveen: "Hi, Pratiksha. Karthik insisted I come straight from the airport."
He gave me a polite nod, but his eyes held a flicker of our shared secret. He knew what his presence was doing to me. And so did my husband.
I saw the ghost of a smirk on Karthik’s face as he yawned dramatically.
Karthik: "God, I'm dead on my feet. I'm heading straight to bed. Naveen, you know where the guest room is."
I stared at him in disbelief. That’s it? He’s just going to sleep?
The disappointment was a physical blow. The ache in my cunt intensified, turning into a frustrating throb. He was doing this on purpose. The bastard. He loved to tease, to dangle the promise of release in front of me and then snatch it away. He knew exactly how wound up I was, how desperately I needed him to take control, and he was choosing to let me simmer.
The next morning was excruciating. The three of us sat at the breakfast table, the air thick with everything left unsaid. I felt Naveen's eyes on me as I bent over to place a dish on the table, and I knew he was thinking about my flexible yoga body, about the ways he had twisted me into knots.
After a nearly silent breakfast, Karthik and Naveen went out for a few hours. I packed for Manali in a haze of confusion and sexual frustration.
Around 6 PM, the doorbell rang again. I opened it to find them back, but they weren't alone. A woman in a simple saree stood with them. It was Naveen’s wife, Sonali.
Before I could even register my surprise, Karthik clapped his hands together, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of his master plan.
Karthik: "Surprise! I thought the trip would be more fun with more friends. Sonali is coming with us!"
I stood there, frozen in the doorway, my mind trying to catch up. A trip. With my husband. With my lover. And now, his wife. The mystery deepened, and a fresh wave of nervous, electric heat washed over me. I had no idea what game my husband was playing, but I knew, without a doubt, that I was the main piece on the board.
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The wall clock in our Delhi apartment showed it was almost midnight. Every tick echoed in the silence, amplifying the frantic rhythm of my own heart. I paced the living room, a restless energy buzzing under my skin.
He’s coming home.
The thought should have brought comfort, but instead, it lit a fire deep in my belly. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d see my husband, Karthik, after sleeping with another man.
But it would be the first time I’d see him since sleeping with Naveen.
My breath hitched as the memory flooded me. Naveen’s powerful, muscular body pinning me to the bed, the sheer, intimidating size of him. My mind flashed back to the feeling of his thick, 9-inch cock stretching me, filling me in a way I’d never felt before. Just thinking about it made my pussy ache with a familiar, desperate heat. And Karthik knew every single detail. He had demanded them.
His call from the airport an hour ago was brief.
Karthik: "Landing was smooth. I'll be home soon. Don't forget, we leave for Manali tomorrow night."
His voice was calm, but I knew him better. I could hear the excitement underneath, the thrill he got from this. He was the architect of my downfall, and he loved every second of it.
The sharp ring of the doorbell made me jump. He’s here.
I smoothed down my dress, my body tingling with a nervous mix of guilt and raw desire. I rushed to the door, my mind racing. I wanted him to punish me, to fuck me with all the anger and passion he’d been saving up.
I swung the door open, a welcoming smile plastered on my face.
Pratiksha: "Welcome home, baby!"
My smile faltered. My body went rigid.
Karthik stood there, tired but grinning. And next to him, filling the doorway with his broad shoulders and muscular frame, was Naveen. The sight of him sent a jolt straight between my legs. My panties were suddenly damp.
Karthik: "Look who I brought with me."
He stepped inside and pulled me into a hug. It felt safe and familiar, but my senses were overwhelmed by the man standing just behind him. Karthik felt lean and wiry against Naveen's solid power.
Pratiksha: "Naveen... Hi. This is a surprise."
My voice was thin, barely a whisper.
Naveen: "Hi, Pratiksha. Karthik insisted I come straight from the airport."
He gave me a polite nod, but his eyes held a flicker of our shared secret. He knew what his presence was doing to me. And so did my husband.
I saw the ghost of a smirk on Karthik’s face as he yawned dramatically.
Karthik: "God, I'm dead on my feet. I'm heading straight to bed. Naveen, you know where the guest room is."
I stared at him in disbelief. That’s it? He’s just going to sleep?
The disappointment was a physical blow. The ache in my cunt intensified, turning into a frustrating throb. He was doing this on purpose. The bastard. He loved to tease, to dangle the promise of release in front of me and then snatch it away. He knew exactly how wound up I was, how desperately I needed him to take control, and he was choosing to let me simmer.
The next morning was excruciating. The three of us sat at the breakfast table, the air thick with everything left unsaid. I felt Naveen's eyes on me as I bent over to place a dish on the table, and I knew he was thinking about my flexible yoga body, about the ways he had twisted me into knots.
After a nearly silent breakfast, Karthik and Naveen went out for a few hours. I packed for Manali in a haze of confusion and sexual frustration.
Around 6 PM, the doorbell rang again. I opened it to find them back, but they weren't alone. A woman in a simple saree stood with them. It was Naveen’s wife, Sonali.
Before I could even register my surprise, Karthik clapped his hands together, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of his master plan.
Karthik: "Surprise! I thought the trip would be more fun with more friends. Sonali is coming with us!"
I stood there, frozen in the doorway, my mind trying to catch up. A trip. With my husband. With my lover. And now, his wife. The mystery deepened, and a fresh wave of nervous, electric heat washed over me. I had no idea what game my husband was playing, but I knew, without a doubt, that I was the main piece on the board.
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