26-10-2025, 03:24 PM
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## Update 46: The Line Is Crossed (Avi and Pooja Bua)
In the evening, I went to Pooja Bua's house. The routine was familiar now: tea, then playing with Raj. After dinner, we watched TV for a while until Raj went to his room to study. After some time, we went into the bedroom to sleep. Raj had finished his studying and was already asleep on his small bed.
Today, however, Raj was sleeping in Bua's spot on the double bed. Pooja Bua noticed it and said, "Wake up Raj and put him on the single bed." I woke up Raj and gently moved him to the bed I had attached the day before.
Pooja Bua walked into the attached bathroom and closed the door softly. Her heart was thrumming with nervous anticipation. *This was the night. Avi needs a clear sign. No more games.* Bua quickly removed her bra, then slipped off her red panty (the one she had chosen for tonight) and dropped it into the laundry basket. She reached down and felt her chooť—clean-shaven and smooth from her morning bath, just as she had prepared it. The thought of Avi's fingers touching her bare flesh made Bua wet instantly. *This will tempt him more,* she thought. Before leaving the bathroom, she switched on the slightly brighter vanity light, rather than the usual dim nightlight, ensuring the room wouldn't be in total darkness.
Now, Pooja Bua and I were lying on the large double bed together. Bua fell asleep quickly. I still couldn't. I was thinking: *Why didn't Bua sleep with Raj on the single bed? I could have slept there, but she didn't suggest that. Does Bua want to sleep with me?*
I kept thinking about the possibilities and turned to look at Bua. Today too, Bua's nighty was pulled up to her waist. However, there was no panty. Her entire chooť was bare and exposed in the dim light. My breath hitched, catching painfully in my throat. It looked extremely clean, freshly washed, and faintly glistening from the light of the vanity bulb. Now, I was forced to conclude that Pooja Bua was not unaware. Bua is deliberately removing her panty so that I look at her chooť and make a move. If she wants this, then why doesn't she tell me directly? Madam told me. Mona also got ready quickly. Then why isn't Bua? Is she also scared like me? Or should I make the first move and risk everything?
I gathered all my courage, my body shaking slightly, and put my hand on Bua's thigh. I started softly caressing her thighs through her nighty. I wanted to see if she was awake. Bua's thighs were incredibly soft, fairer and plumper than Madam's. The texture felt like I was running my hand on butter.
I continued to caress Bua, then gradually started moving my hand up towards her chooť. As my hand crept closer, my heart started beating faster, an alarming, loud drum in my chest. At the same time, fear was growing of being caught. A strange, electrifying wave ran through my body, a mix of fear and lust.
The near-miss with Raj's sudden movement only ratcheted the tension. I held my breath, waiting until Raj's breathing settled back into the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep.
I moved my hand back to the center, covering her exposed chooť. This was the point of no return. My fingers settled directly on the wetness of her bare flesh. Her chooť was scorching hot, far hotter than I'd anticipated, and slick with moisture. The skin around her core felt softly swollen and tender, pulling my gaze to the delicate folds. With one hand cupping the weight of her breast, the other pressed against the moist heat.
A cold certainty settled over me. *If this goes wrong, if Bua gets angry, I know how to silence her.* The thought of Rakesh, her friend's brother, and the episode they had was my safety net. If she raised an alarm, I would simply remind her that her own secret—her infidelity—would be exposed right alongside mine. That knowledge, that leverage, was my only guarantee.
This much has already happened. Going back now is pointless. I've already risked everything.
The decision was made. With a surge of reckless courage, I repositioned myself. The scent of her arousal, amplified by the close lighting, was intoxicating me. I leaned down and pressed my mouth directly onto her bare, hot chooť.
The shock was electric. It was like gripping a live wire—a pulsating, intense warmth that jolted through my entire body. I tasted the slick wetness of her bare chooť instantly. The flavor was clean and slightly salty, intensely female, with a deep, earthy musk that made my head spin. I didn't hesitate; my tongue began exploring the creases and folds of her chooť. The inner lips were soft and thick, feeling plump and sensitive under the gentle pressure of my mouth. My other hand cupped the weight of her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple.
Bua's breath hitched, a faint, almost silent sound of distress or sudden pleasure. She didn't move, but her body was responding. Under my mouth, her chooť began to throb, contracting against my tongue.
I continued the rhythm, the only sound the pounding in my ears and the soft, deep breathing of Raj beside us.
Then, five minutes into the act, Bua's body stiffened violently—a dramatic, full-body rigidity that spoke of an explosive, internal climax. The muscles in her thighs tightened into iron bands. Her chooť shuddered, releasing a torrent of hot, sticky fluid directly into my mouth. The release was a seismic event, massive and uncontrolled.
When the shaking stopped, Bua let out the long breath she had been holding. A low, deep "aah" came from Bua's lips. The sound was quiet, but I heard it clearly.
I pulled my head away instantly, withdrawing my mouth from her wet core and snatching my hand from her breast. I held my breath, my body burning with adrenaline and fear, staring into the dark.
I forced my eyes up to Bua's face.
Pooja Bua's eyes were open.
She was wide awake. She was staring directly at me.
The sight of her conscious eyes was a total sensory shut-down. My heart didn't just pound; it ceased, skipping a beat before resuming a frantic, disordered rhythm. A knot tightened deep in my gut, pulling my stomach cold. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, could barely breathe. My entire body felt rigid, pressed flat against the mattress by the weight of her gaze.
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In the evening, I went to Pooja Bua's house. The routine was familiar now: tea, then playing with Raj. After dinner, we watched TV for a while until Raj went to his room to study. After some time, we went into the bedroom to sleep. Raj had finished his studying and was already asleep on his small bed.
Today, however, Raj was sleeping in Bua's spot on the double bed. Pooja Bua noticed it and said, "Wake up Raj and put him on the single bed." I woke up Raj and gently moved him to the bed I had attached the day before.
Pooja Bua walked into the attached bathroom and closed the door softly. Her heart was thrumming with nervous anticipation. *This was the night. Avi needs a clear sign. No more games.* Bua quickly removed her bra, then slipped off her red panty (the one she had chosen for tonight) and dropped it into the laundry basket. She reached down and felt her chooť—clean-shaven and smooth from her morning bath, just as she had prepared it. The thought of Avi's fingers touching her bare flesh made Bua wet instantly. *This will tempt him more,* she thought. Before leaving the bathroom, she switched on the slightly brighter vanity light, rather than the usual dim nightlight, ensuring the room wouldn't be in total darkness.
Now, Pooja Bua and I were lying on the large double bed together. Bua fell asleep quickly. I still couldn't. I was thinking: *Why didn't Bua sleep with Raj on the single bed? I could have slept there, but she didn't suggest that. Does Bua want to sleep with me?*
I kept thinking about the possibilities and turned to look at Bua. Today too, Bua's nighty was pulled up to her waist. However, there was no panty. Her entire chooť was bare and exposed in the dim light. My breath hitched, catching painfully in my throat. It looked extremely clean, freshly washed, and faintly glistening from the light of the vanity bulb. Now, I was forced to conclude that Pooja Bua was not unaware. Bua is deliberately removing her panty so that I look at her chooť and make a move. If she wants this, then why doesn't she tell me directly? Madam told me. Mona also got ready quickly. Then why isn't Bua? Is she also scared like me? Or should I make the first move and risk everything?
I gathered all my courage, my body shaking slightly, and put my hand on Bua's thigh. I started softly caressing her thighs through her nighty. I wanted to see if she was awake. Bua's thighs were incredibly soft, fairer and plumper than Madam's. The texture felt like I was running my hand on butter.
I continued to caress Bua, then gradually started moving my hand up towards her chooť. As my hand crept closer, my heart started beating faster, an alarming, loud drum in my chest. At the same time, fear was growing of being caught. A strange, electrifying wave ran through my body, a mix of fear and lust.
The near-miss with Raj's sudden movement only ratcheted the tension. I held my breath, waiting until Raj's breathing settled back into the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep.
I moved my hand back to the center, covering her exposed chooť. This was the point of no return. My fingers settled directly on the wetness of her bare flesh. Her chooť was scorching hot, far hotter than I'd anticipated, and slick with moisture. The skin around her core felt softly swollen and tender, pulling my gaze to the delicate folds. With one hand cupping the weight of her breast, the other pressed against the moist heat.
A cold certainty settled over me. *If this goes wrong, if Bua gets angry, I know how to silence her.* The thought of Rakesh, her friend's brother, and the episode they had was my safety net. If she raised an alarm, I would simply remind her that her own secret—her infidelity—would be exposed right alongside mine. That knowledge, that leverage, was my only guarantee.
This much has already happened. Going back now is pointless. I've already risked everything.
The decision was made. With a surge of reckless courage, I repositioned myself. The scent of her arousal, amplified by the close lighting, was intoxicating me. I leaned down and pressed my mouth directly onto her bare, hot chooť.
The shock was electric. It was like gripping a live wire—a pulsating, intense warmth that jolted through my entire body. I tasted the slick wetness of her bare chooť instantly. The flavor was clean and slightly salty, intensely female, with a deep, earthy musk that made my head spin. I didn't hesitate; my tongue began exploring the creases and folds of her chooť. The inner lips were soft and thick, feeling plump and sensitive under the gentle pressure of my mouth. My other hand cupped the weight of her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple.
Bua's breath hitched, a faint, almost silent sound of distress or sudden pleasure. She didn't move, but her body was responding. Under my mouth, her chooť began to throb, contracting against my tongue.
I continued the rhythm, the only sound the pounding in my ears and the soft, deep breathing of Raj beside us.
Then, five minutes into the act, Bua's body stiffened violently—a dramatic, full-body rigidity that spoke of an explosive, internal climax. The muscles in her thighs tightened into iron bands. Her chooť shuddered, releasing a torrent of hot, sticky fluid directly into my mouth. The release was a seismic event, massive and uncontrolled.
When the shaking stopped, Bua let out the long breath she had been holding. A low, deep "aah" came from Bua's lips. The sound was quiet, but I heard it clearly.
I pulled my head away instantly, withdrawing my mouth from her wet core and snatching my hand from her breast. I held my breath, my body burning with adrenaline and fear, staring into the dark.
I forced my eyes up to Bua's face.
Pooja Bua's eyes were open.
She was wide awake. She was staring directly at me.
The sight of her conscious eyes was a total sensory shut-down. My heart didn't just pound; it ceased, skipping a beat before resuming a frantic, disordered rhythm. A knot tightened deep in my gut, pulling my stomach cold. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, could barely breathe. My entire body felt rigid, pressed flat against the mattress by the weight of her gaze.
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