Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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# Update 49: The Day of the Secret Meal and the Second Night (Avi and Pooja Bua)


After having sex twice in the night, the sheer physical exertion meant I slept long and deeply. Bua, equally drained, slept just as late. Today, Raj woke up first. He immediately woke Bua, and then Bua woke me. I wanted desperately to burrow back under the covers, but Raj, now awake, wasn't going to allow it. Both our eyes felt heavy and scratchy from the lack of full sleep, and we squinted against the weak morning light.

We eventually made our way out. Raj immediately switched on the television in the hall. Bua walked into the kitchen to prepare the morning tea. I followed her inside.

The kitchen was narrow, and the counter shielded us slightly from the hall, though the door remained open. Bua was focused on boiling the water. I moved close to her side, leaning in. I lowered my voice to a whisper and asked Bua to open one side of her nighty and let her breast out.

Bua shot me a wide-eyed, panicked look and instantly rejected the idea, shaking her head sharply while glancing towards the hall. I quickly moved to the side of the counter and peeked out to confirm Raj's position. He was completely absorbed in the cartoon on TV, his back to us.

I turned back to Bua and gave her a reassuring nod. The thrill of the risk was clearly infecting her. Her breath hitched. She quickly looked at the kitchen door again, then lifted her nighty just enough. With a quick, smooth movement, Bua pulled her heavy, magnificent breast out, exposing it completely.

I wasted no time. I immediately cupped the warm, soft flesh and started running my thumb gently over the hard nipple. The sight of her exposed breast right next to the hot stove, knowing Raj was just a few feet away, made my heart hammer. Bua bit down on her lip, stifling a gasp, but her eyes were gleaming with excitement. She loved the danger of the moment. I kept playing with her breast for a few stolen seconds until the water began to whistle loudly, signalling the tea was ready. Bua tucked her breast away and focused on pouring the tea.

I quickly ate the breakfast Bua had made and headed home. I was sluggish with fatigue, and the thought of cooking felt like a chore. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the gate. Maybe Mala came back. If it is, I can get her to cook again. I opened the door.

A boy I didn't recognize stood there, holding a covered box. He handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow, asking, "Who sent this?"

"Your Bua sent it," he replied simply, and walked away.

I stared at the retreating boy. It must be Neeta Bua. Neha Bua wouldn't, and Pooja Bua couldn't have cooked this fast. I opened the box. Inside was a perfect, delicious meal. The aroma alone was intoxicating. I ate it greedily; the food was so good it felt like a deliberate act of care. The rich, satisfying meal, combined with the lack of sleep, sent me straight to bed. I fell asleep instantly, the intensity of the past twenty-four hours finally catching up.

My afternoon sleep broke. I quickly freshened up and prepared to leave for my study session with Komal at Neha Bua's house. I noticed that Mala still hadn't shown up. The kiss really spooked her. I decided I needed to go to college tomorrow and apologize for my sudden aggression.

After leaving Neha Bua's house, I went to Pooja Bua's. The moment she saw me, her face lit up, a genuine, joyful expression. I asked her if she'd sent the food. She only shook her head. The mystery of the benevolent Bua remained unsolved.

Pooja Bua made dinner quickly. I watched her, mesmerized by her restlessness. She was palpably desperate for our session. After dinner, she focused entirely on getting Raj to sleep.

An hour after Raj was sound asleep, Bua woke me. Today, she didn't lead me to the hall. Instead, she took me into Sweta and Shital's room, the room usually reserved for her city-dwelling daughters.

Bua swept a hand over the clean, unused space. "I cleaned this room today," she announced proudly.

"But why?" I countered, taking in the proper double bed.

She tossed her hair back, a confident gleam in her eyes. "The sofa is too cramped and noisy. There's a proper bed here. We can have sex openly and comfortably."

"That sounds better," I agreed, a smile spreading across my face. I stepped closer. "But before we start, tell me what you did about Rakesh's sister."

"She's not home," Bua replied, her hands already reaching for the buttons of my shirt. "When she comes back to her mother's house, I'll figure it out."

"Okay," I conceded, letting her undress me.

Bua, wearing nothing under her loose dress, simply lifted her nighty and pulled it off. Today, she was completely nude underneath, leaving no ambiguity. I quickly shed my own clothes. I took her into my arms, kissing her deeply. Bua was already hot, her whole body buzzing from thinking about me all day.

Bua immediately grasped my shoulders and pushed me down onto the bed. She then took the initiative, positioning her magnificent gaand right over my head and lowering her slick chooť directly onto my mouth.

She lowered herself slowly, allowing me to start licking. I opened my mouth wide and plunged my tongue deep into her, swirling and searching every fold. Bua gripped the sheets, pushing her hips down hard onto my face. She started to moan instantly, the sound muffled by her own body. I licked faster and deeper, my tongue darting in and out, feeling the intense wetness and heat of her core. I continued the rough, deep work until Bua's body seized up in a sharp, sudden climax, her fluid coating my mouth completely.

Once her body calmed, Bua shifted, pulling my face up. She grabbed my lunď and guided me to sit upright on the bed. Then, the tables turned. I pulled Bua onto my lap and forced her head down onto my lunď.

Now it was my turn to take control. I positioned my lunď and sat her face down onto me, forcing the head of my lunď deep inside her mouth. I used my weight and power to drive my lunď into her throat, executing a rough, deep blowjob. I could feel her gagging and struggling for breath, her body tensing as she fought the depth of the thrusts. Her eyes teared up from the intense pressure, but I did not stop. The aggressive action was thrilling, pushing her past her limit. I maintained the furious, deep rhythm until my own vision blurred and I was shuddering on the edge of my own control.

Bua quickly released me and climbed onto my lap, facing me. She was panting, her eyes still wet from the intense blowjob. She took my lunď and guided the thick head right to her chooť.

She sat down onto me with a powerful push, mounting me fully. My lunď disappeared entirely inside her wet, hot chooť. She settled onto my lap, paused for a brief moment, and then began the ride. Bua grabbed my shoulders and started a fast, powerful jumping ride. Her large breasts bounced wildly with every drop as she slammed her chooť down onto my lunď. I held onto her hips, helping to stabilize the furious action.

In the height of the intensity, she reversed position, spinning around so her gaand was facing me. She continued the jumping ride, her gaand slamming against my hips as she thrust her body back onto my lunď. I reached around, cupping and squeezing her heavy breasts from behind while she rode me hard and fast.

In our thirty minutes of furious, non-stop sex, Bua climaxed twice, her body shuddering against mine as her fluid surged.

Bua slipped out of bed to clean up. As she walked toward the attached bathroom, my eyes were drawn to her magnificent gaand. Raj's father definitely knows what to do with that. My body reacted instantly; my lunď, despite the recent release, swelled with blood.

I followed her into the bathroom. Bua was bent over the sink, cleaning her chooť. I grabbed her from behind, pulling her hips against my erection, and kissed the back of her neck. Bua immediately stopped what she was doing, leaning back into me.

I guided my lunď into her wet chooť, entering her from behind while she braced her hands against the sink. I started a slow, intense rhythm.

Then, seeking a new level of pleasure, I slid my finger down and began to probe her gaand. The tightness was immediate. Bua let out a sharp, muffled cry and jumped violently.

She twisted her neck, her eyes wide with shock. "Avi! Stop!" she hissed. "Don't put your finger in my butt!"

I didn't stop my rhythm, leaning my weight into her. "Why?" I demanded softly.

"It's so tight back there. It hurts," she whispered, tensing her body.

I kissed her shoulder, my voice a demanding whisper. "I like your gaand, Bua. It's so tight."

She pressed her head against the mirror, a strange mix of pride and fear in her voice. "Everyone likes this gaand, Avi. I know."

"Has anyone been in there besides your husband?" I asked directly, pushing into her chooť.

She shook her head. "Raj's papa likes it," she admitted. "He always has anal sex before he comes into my chooť."

The subtext was clear: Bua's gaand was reserved for marriage. I rubbed my groin hard against her. "I want to have anal sex with you too."

Bua pushed back against my chest, her body tense. "No, Avi. No," she pleaded.

I stopped thrusting. "Why not?"

"Your lunď is big. I will scream." She glanced nervously toward the door, where Raj was sleeping in the next room. "He will wake up hearing me. I'll give him a sleeping pill tomorrow. Then you can have anal sex with me without the worry."

I looked down at her, accepting the new boundary and the darker means of overcoming it. "Okay. Tomorrow it is."

With the promise sealed, I renewed my penetration, picking up speed. I thrust into her with renewed focus, pushing deep and fast. Bua immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling my body tighter to hers.

Suddenly, Bua pushed her hands against the sink and lifted her entire body slightly off the floor, holding her weight with her arms. She kept my lunď buried inside her chooť as she arched her back, making the penetration angle far deeper and more intense than before. I gripped her hips tightly, surprised by the new move. The way her body was tautly suspended and stretched around me made my lunď feel incredible, reaching a depth I hadn't yet achieved.

"Keep going!" Bua gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, teaching me the unique pleasure of her suspended weight.

This Bua is possessed, I thought, hammering into her tight body. She is too hungry. The way she's teaching me different positions, showing me new ways to use her body—it's like she wants to try everything all at once. It completely amuses me.

I hammered into her hard, matching the fury of the new position, feeling the friction build to an explosive peak. The climax was surging through me, hot and unstoppable. As the pressure became unbearable, I pulled my lunď out, slick and pulsating.

Bua quickly spun around, kneeling immediately on the floor, waiting below my lunď. I aimed and released my hot semen. It spilled over her chin and mouth. Bua opened her mouth wide and eagerly collected every drop with her tongue, drinking it down instantly. She closed her eyes, swallowing deeply.

She looked up at me, a strand of semen clinging to her lower lip, which she quickly licked away with a satisfied look. "Yours tastes so strong, Avi," she murmured, a genuine compliment in her voice.

We then cleaned up in silence, put on our night clothes, and returned to the proper bed to sleep.

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