Husband comes back from abroad | Affair with Naveen | Open Marriage | Lactating

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Scene 7: Surrender

I sat frozen on the sofa, my body on fire, listening to the obscene, wet sounds of my husband’s pleasure from the next cottage. The sounds were both shocking and intensely arousing, a combination that had short-circuited my brain and left my body aching with a desperate, directionless need.

A gentle hand landed on my shoulder, and I jumped. Naveen had moved from his chair and was now kneeling in front of me.

Naveen: "Are you okay, Pratiksha?"

His voice was soft, concerned. I could only shake my head, unable to form words. He gently took my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles.

Naveen: "It's a lot to take in. Just breathe."

He leaned in and kissed me, and this time, it wasn’t the dominant, conquering kiss from before. It was gentle, coaxing, a silent question. My body answered for me. I moaned into his mouth, my hands coming up to grip his powerful, bare shoulders. The kiss deepened, and his other hand moved to my waist, then lower, to the button of my jeans. He undid it with practiced ease, his fingers brushing the hot skin of my stomach.

He laid me back against the soft cushions of the sofa and, with an efficiency that left me breathless, slid my jeans and panties down my legs, tossing them aside. I was completely exposed to him, the cool mountain air of the Tuesday evening a shocking contrast to the heat between my legs. The wet sounds from the next cottage had faded, but they had done their job. I was dripping, ready.

But Naveen didn't enter me. Instead, he knelt between my open legs, his dark eyes fixed on my wet curls.

Naveen: "So beautiful," he murmured, before lowering his head.
His tongue found my clit, and my world exploded.

Oh, God. It was too much. My clitoris was so exquisitely sensitive that the direct, wet heat of his mouth was almost painful in its pleasure. I cried out, my back arching off the sofa. He seemed to sense this, teasing me with soft licks and gentle sucking, driving me to the very edge of an orgasm before backing off. He did it again and again, a relentless, masterful torture. My fingers tangled in his hair, my hips bucking uselessly. The pleasure was so intense, so focused, I thought I was going to die.

Pratiksha: "Please..." I sobbed, the word torn from my throat. "Please, I can't take any more... fuck me. Please, Naveen, fuck me now!"

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, my own desperate pleas echoing in the quiet room. He moved up my body, positioning himself between my thighs. I looked down and saw the sheer size of him, his 9-inch cock thick and impossibly long, glistening with my wetness. A fresh wave of fear and excitement washed over me.
He pushed forward, and I gasped as the thick head of his cock breached my entrance. He was so much bigger than I remembered. He pushed deeper, slowly, stretching me, filling me.

Pratiksha: "I... I don't think..." I panted, "I don't think you'll fit."

Naveen: "Yes, you will," he grunted, his voice tight. "Use that yoga, Pratiksha. Show me how flexible you are. Take all of me."

Driven by a desperate need to be filled, I did. I pulled my legs up, my yoga training taking over, hooking my ankles behind my neck. The position opened my hips completely, and with a low groan, Naveen drove himself forward, sinking his entire length into me. I screamed as my body accommodated the shocking fullness.
He began to move, a slow, powerful rhythm that had my world tilting on its axis. And that's when I saw him.
The interconnecting door was open. Karthik was standing there, silent, his face a mask of pure, undiluted ecstasy. He was just watching, his eyes locked on the point where Naveen’s body joined with mine.
Seeing my husband there, watching me get stretched and pounded by this muscular, dominant man, shattered the last of my control. My eyes locked with Karthik’s as Naveen, sensing the change, began to fuck me harder. The powerful, deep thrusts were punishing, perfect.

Pratiksha: "He's watching!" I screamed, a raw, triumphant sound.

My orgasm hit me like a lightning strike, a violent, all-consuming convulsion that tore through my entire body. I screamed Karthik's name as my inner muscles clenched down hard on Naveen's cock, milking him. He roared as he emptied himself deep inside me, his final, powerful thrusts pinning me to the sofa.
He collapsed on top of me, his heavy, muscular body a dead weight. I lay there, trembling and boneless, my mind a complete blank. The only thing I could see was my husband, still standing in the doorway, a look of ultimate satisfaction on his face.