24-10-2025, 04:27 PM
Lifestyle and Wife Swapping Club
Scene 12: Return to the Call
The climax arrived in a silent, shared wave that broke the spell. The sudden, profound stillness of their bodies was the immediate Act.
Neha let out a ragged, trembling sigh, her hands falling away from Rohan’s hair. Rohan lifted his head slowly from her breast, milk staining his chin, his breathing ragged. He didn't speak, only looked at her with wide, reverent eyes, a profound, unasked question hanging between them.
Amit, his body still shuddering, gently pushed Riya back, her mouth wet and full of his seed. He pulled his big dick free and covered it quickly, his gaze sweeping the room with a sudden return of anxiety. He saw Neha’s state, her exposed, glistening body, the man kneeling before her and the panic was instant.
The spell of pure instinct was broken by the overwhelming physical reality.
Amit: (His voice was a strained, low croak, using the agreed-upon Stop Word) "Shakti!" Amit: "Shakti!"
The word, abrupt and commanding, sliced through the sensual fog. Rohan instantly froze, his face registering a mix of disappointment and respect for the boundary. He immediately moved back from Neha’s body, zipping his pants.
Neha blinked, the red haze clearing. She looked at Rohan, then frantically at Amit, her eyes wide with a confusion that rapidly shifted to guilt and then relief. The primal switch clicked off, the memory of her marriage, of Amit, flooding back.
Neha: (She sat up, clutching her exposed chest, her voice choked) "Amit... I... I got lost. I'm sorry. Shakti." Neha: "Amit... Main... main kho gayi thi. Mujhe maaf karna. Shakti."
Amit didn't answer Riya, who was quietly pulling her clothes into place. He moved quickly to Neha's daybed, pulling the thin sheet over her exposed form. He didn't look at Rohan. His focus was entirely on his wife.
He took Neha's face in his hands, forcing her to look at him, their eyes locking with an intensity far greater than any physical act.
Amit: "We go now. We talk later. Are you okay? Did we break anything?" Amit: "Hum abhi chalte hain. Hum baad mein baat karenge. Kya tum theek ho? Kya humne kuch tod diya?"
Neha: (She leaned into his familiar touch, shaking her head, tears welling up not from sadness, but from the terrifying intimacy of the experience) "No. We just... we just went further than we planned. I'm fine. Let's go home." Neha: "Nahi. Hum bas... hum plan se aage chale gaye. Main theek hoon. Chalo ghar chalte hain."
Amit helped her dress, their movements hurried and silent, the four rules now the only sound in the room. They had pushed the boundary to the absolute limit, and now, they needed the safety of their unit to assess the damage and the extraordinary new connection they had forged.
Scene 12: Return to the Call
The climax arrived in a silent, shared wave that broke the spell. The sudden, profound stillness of their bodies was the immediate Act.
Neha let out a ragged, trembling sigh, her hands falling away from Rohan’s hair. Rohan lifted his head slowly from her breast, milk staining his chin, his breathing ragged. He didn't speak, only looked at her with wide, reverent eyes, a profound, unasked question hanging between them.
Amit, his body still shuddering, gently pushed Riya back, her mouth wet and full of his seed. He pulled his big dick free and covered it quickly, his gaze sweeping the room with a sudden return of anxiety. He saw Neha’s state, her exposed, glistening body, the man kneeling before her and the panic was instant.
The spell of pure instinct was broken by the overwhelming physical reality.
Amit: (His voice was a strained, low croak, using the agreed-upon Stop Word) "Shakti!" Amit: "Shakti!"
The word, abrupt and commanding, sliced through the sensual fog. Rohan instantly froze, his face registering a mix of disappointment and respect for the boundary. He immediately moved back from Neha’s body, zipping his pants.
Neha blinked, the red haze clearing. She looked at Rohan, then frantically at Amit, her eyes wide with a confusion that rapidly shifted to guilt and then relief. The primal switch clicked off, the memory of her marriage, of Amit, flooding back.
Neha: (She sat up, clutching her exposed chest, her voice choked) "Amit... I... I got lost. I'm sorry. Shakti." Neha: "Amit... Main... main kho gayi thi. Mujhe maaf karna. Shakti."
Amit didn't answer Riya, who was quietly pulling her clothes into place. He moved quickly to Neha's daybed, pulling the thin sheet over her exposed form. He didn't look at Rohan. His focus was entirely on his wife.
He took Neha's face in his hands, forcing her to look at him, their eyes locking with an intensity far greater than any physical act.
Amit: "We go now. We talk later. Are you okay? Did we break anything?" Amit: "Hum abhi chalte hain. Hum baad mein baat karenge. Kya tum theek ho? Kya humne kuch tod diya?"
Neha: (She leaned into his familiar touch, shaking her head, tears welling up not from sadness, but from the terrifying intimacy of the experience) "No. We just... we just went further than we planned. I'm fine. Let's go home." Neha: "Nahi. Hum bas... hum plan se aage chale gaye. Main theek hoon. Chalo ghar chalte hain."
Amit helped her dress, their movements hurried and silent, the four rules now the only sound in the room. They had pushed the boundary to the absolute limit, and now, they needed the safety of their unit to assess the damage and the extraordinary new connection they had forged.
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