Yesterday, 01:30 AM
Scene 6: The Swap is Initiated
I stumbled off Naveen’s lap, my legs shaking. The taste of him was still on my lips, the feeling of his powerful body was still imprinted on mine. The silence in the cottage was electric. Karthik’s heavy breathing was the only sound for a moment, his eyes still locked on me, gleaming with a pride and lust that made my stomach flutter.
He finally broke his gaze from me and turned his attention to the quietest person in the room.
Karthik: "Sonali. It's your turn now."
Sonali looked up, her expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
Karthik: "I have a special dare for you. I dare you to come with me, next door, to your cottage. I want you to show me a secret." His voice was low and hypnotic. "We'll be back in fifteen minutes."
A secret. My mind immediately flashed to the wet spot on her kurta, to her strange, prominent nipples. That secret.
Sonali didn't argue. She didn't even hesitate. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face. She simply stood up, smoothed down her kurta, and walked towards the interconnecting door. Karthik followed her, but just before he stepped through, he turned back to look at us.
Karthik: "You two play nice," he said, his eyes flicking from me to Naveen's bare chest. Then he closed the door, leaving us alone.
The click of the latch echoed in the sudden, deafening silence.
I was alone in the room with a half-naked, muscular man whose tongue had just been down my throat. I didn't know what to do, what to say. I sat down on the edge of the sofa, my hands trembling in my lap. Naveen didn’t move from his spot, just watched me, giving me space.
The walls of the cottage were thin. I could hear their muffled footsteps in the other room, then the sound of their voices, too low to make out the words. I strained to listen, my entire body tense.
And then I heard it.
A sharp, sudden gasp from my husband. It wasn't a sound of pain or anger. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated shock and overwhelming pleasure. It was the most honest, unguarded sound I had ever heard him make.
My heart stopped. What was she doing to him?
The gasp was followed by another sound. A wet, sloppy, rhythmic sound. The unmistakable noise of eager, frantic sucking, like a baby desperate for its mother.
Oh my God.
The realization crashed over me with the force of a physical blow. The wet spot. The erect nipples. Karthik’s gasp. It all clicked into place. He’s drinking her milk. My husband is being breastfed by another woman.
The thought was so bizarre, so profoundly taboo, that it should have disgusted me. But it didn't. A hot, confusing wave of arousal washed through me, so powerful it made me dizzy. My husband, the master planner, the director of this entire fantasy, was completely lost in a pleasure he couldn't control. He was the one submitting now. And the thought of him being so overwhelmed, so humbled, was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced.
My nipples hardened painfully, and a deep, throbbing ache started between my legs. I sat there, frozen, listening to the wet, greedy sounds from the next room, my own body preparing itself for what I knew was coming next.
I stumbled off Naveen’s lap, my legs shaking. The taste of him was still on my lips, the feeling of his powerful body was still imprinted on mine. The silence in the cottage was electric. Karthik’s heavy breathing was the only sound for a moment, his eyes still locked on me, gleaming with a pride and lust that made my stomach flutter.
He finally broke his gaze from me and turned his attention to the quietest person in the room.
Karthik: "Sonali. It's your turn now."
Sonali looked up, her expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
Karthik: "I have a special dare for you. I dare you to come with me, next door, to your cottage. I want you to show me a secret." His voice was low and hypnotic. "We'll be back in fifteen minutes."
A secret. My mind immediately flashed to the wet spot on her kurta, to her strange, prominent nipples. That secret.
Sonali didn't argue. She didn't even hesitate. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face. She simply stood up, smoothed down her kurta, and walked towards the interconnecting door. Karthik followed her, but just before he stepped through, he turned back to look at us.
Karthik: "You two play nice," he said, his eyes flicking from me to Naveen's bare chest. Then he closed the door, leaving us alone.
The click of the latch echoed in the sudden, deafening silence.
I was alone in the room with a half-naked, muscular man whose tongue had just been down my throat. I didn't know what to do, what to say. I sat down on the edge of the sofa, my hands trembling in my lap. Naveen didn’t move from his spot, just watched me, giving me space.
The walls of the cottage were thin. I could hear their muffled footsteps in the other room, then the sound of their voices, too low to make out the words. I strained to listen, my entire body tense.
And then I heard it.
A sharp, sudden gasp from my husband. It wasn't a sound of pain or anger. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated shock and overwhelming pleasure. It was the most honest, unguarded sound I had ever heard him make.
My heart stopped. What was she doing to him?
The gasp was followed by another sound. A wet, sloppy, rhythmic sound. The unmistakable noise of eager, frantic sucking, like a baby desperate for its mother.
Oh my God.
The realization crashed over me with the force of a physical blow. The wet spot. The erect nipples. Karthik’s gasp. It all clicked into place. He’s drinking her milk. My husband is being breastfed by another woman.
The thought was so bizarre, so profoundly taboo, that it should have disgusted me. But it didn't. A hot, confusing wave of arousal washed through me, so powerful it made me dizzy. My husband, the master planner, the director of this entire fantasy, was completely lost in a pleasure he couldn't control. He was the one submitting now. And the thought of him being so overwhelmed, so humbled, was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced.
My nipples hardened painfully, and a deep, throbbing ache started between my legs. I sat there, frozen, listening to the wet, greedy sounds from the next room, my own body preparing itself for what I knew was coming next.
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