Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 52: The Sunday Afternoon Surrender (Avi and Rati)


It was Sunday today. Chachaji would be back from the village tomorrow. From tomorrow, my visits to Pooja Bua's place would stop. I knew I had to make the most of tonight and give Bua a thorough ravishing. Who knew when I would get a chance to sleep at her house again. But that was for tonight. Right now, it was time for fun with Rati.

At 11:00 am, Rati arrived at my house. I expected Rati to pounce on me the moment she walked in. But she didn't. Instead, Rati immediately started cleaning the house. I thought maybe I had misunderstood what Rati was talking about yesterday. Maybe she meant something else entirely.

I started helping Rati, but the atmosphere was anything but innocent. As we cleaned the rooms, Rati began to play a slow, teasing game. While sweeping the floor, she would bend over low, letting the fabric of her kurta fall away from her neck, giving me long, enticing glimpses of her cleavage. When she wiped down the high windows, she would stretch her arms up, pulling the cloth of her salwar tight across her hips and stomach.

The real game began when we were cleaning the back room. The light was dim, and the air was thick with dust. Rati bent down to move a heavy box. As she did, her kurta suddenly rode up, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her lower back. She straightened up slightly, glancing at me with a knowing smirk. Then, she deliberately raised her arms to adjust the high window latch. As her kurta rode higher, she let the end of her salwar suddenly loosen. The fabric slipped completely down to her knees, revealing her bare, round gaand and the tight line of her panties. She held that position for a long, slow moment, her eyes fixed on mine, completely exposed from the waist down. 

My breath hitched in my throat. When I took a desperate step toward her, she snapped the salwar back up and went back to work. The message was perfectly clear: The cleaning was just the excuse, and the real fun was waiting.

She worked quickly, finishing all the chores in just an hour—a job that would have taken me at least three hours. She even cooked a meal. After serving me the food, she went into the bathroom. I started eating. Once I finished, I sat on the sofa to watch TV.

Rati came out of the bathroom. She walked up to me and sat down right in front of the sofa. I just stared, completely stunned. Rati was sitting there with no clothes on. She was completely naked.

Rati smiled, her eyes glittering with challenge, asking me, "Why are you staring like that? Haven't you ever seen someone naked before?"

I cleared my throat, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks and my lunď twitching painfully. "I have, but you are the most beautiful of all of them," I admitted, my voice rough.

She leaned in, her eyes glinting. "Now, are you just going to keep staring, or are you going to do something?"

"Yes, I'm going to do something now," I confirmed, standing up.

Rati watched me, folding her arms across her bare chest. "You must be wondering how I gave in so quickly."

"Yes, I am," I admitted.

She sighed, a frustrated look crossing her face. "I want this chooț pounding even more than you do. For the last six months, no lunď has entered my chooț. The itching in my chooț is driving me crazy. My mother has stopped me from going out to the market or the shop. She stays at home herself and keeps an eye on me, so I can't go out, and I can't invite anyone over either."

"When I saw you yesterday, I felt like you could relieve this chooț itch. And Mom wasn't home then. Even if your lunď is small, I would have definitely let you screw me, but just then, Mom came back. Everything was ruined. But because of you, I've managed to leave the house after six months."

I lowered my voice, confused. "Then why did you start working the moment you arrived?"

Rati shook her head quickly. "I made the same mistake with Ravi. I called Ravi home to fuck me, but Mom saw everything. She locked me up inside the house."

"I don't understand," I pressed her.

She scooted closer. "Look, Mom won't suspect you. She thinks of you as a child. That's why she sent me to your place. And you can come to my house anytime, too. You can relieve my itch whenever you want. How could I let go of this chance?" Rati's expression hardened slightly. "Your Chachi will be back tomorrow. Your Chachi will definitely come to my house tomorrow. I know my mother well. She will ask your Chachi if I cleaned the house or not. I know how I've survived these last six months. That's why I don't want to take any chances. You can fuck my chooț whenever you want."

"I understand that," I said, my gaze dropping to her full, ripe body. "But why did you come in front of me naked?"

"I didn't want you to be afraid to move forward," Rati whispered, her eyes dark with a desperate kind of desire. "I made your job easy for you. Now, are you going to do something, or will you just keep asking questions? I don't have much time, that's why I finished all the work quickly."

I stood up. Then I took off all my clothes. Rati stood facing me, and I watched her eyes widen as they traveled down my body. She looked surprised, and then a wave of pure happiness crossed her face. "Ravi's was so small," she admitted with a slight laugh, her eyes glued to my erection. "But this... this is exactly what I wanted to see." 

Seeing Rati's full, rounded, plump body, my lunď became stiff like a rod. Rati looked at my lunď and smiled happily, a genuine, eager smile. Then Rati quickly grabbed my lunď, took it into her mouth, and started licking it with great affection, sucking on it like it was an ice cream. I started brutally massaging her big, thick breasts. For about ten minutes, Rati licked and sucked my lunď, turning it red.

I lifted Rati into my arms and carried her to my room. I laid Rati down on the bed. I spread her legs wide. I put my mouth on her chooț and started licking it. Rati started moaning. "Ah, ah, lick my chooț like this, ah! Eat the whole chooț. How long I've been craving to have my chooț licked. No one has ever licked my chooț until today. Lick it more, lick it harder, ah, ah, just keep licking, si, si, ah, ah..."

She gasped as my tongue found a sweet spot. "Oh, what are you doing? Oh, this feels so good! Where did you learn this? You're a great artist, oh, you son of a bitch, look how he's licking my chooț, oh Avi, I'm honestly having an amazing time, lick, lick it all up, lick the whole chooț, oh, oh, uuuuuuuuugggggggg!"

With full pleasure, I ran my tongue over her chooț, spreading the lips with my fingers and trying to push my pointed tongue inside.

"Hai re, ssssssiiiiiii, push your tongue in! Push it and lick my chooț well! Hai re, I'm dying! Oh, I've never felt this much pleasure, oh, look how he's licking the chooț... sssssseeeeeee, lick, lick it harder, you son of a bitch!"

Hearing Rati's words, I started licking her chooț even harder.

After a little while, Rati released her fluid. I drank all of Rati's juice.

I asked Rati what my number was.

Rati said, "I have taken four lunďs so far, and your number is fifth."

"Who broke your seal?" I asked her.

Rati replied, "My Mama did." Then she grabbed my arm impatiently. "You ask too many questions and do too little work. Yes, now hit that thrust and shove your horse-like lunď into my chooț."

I positioned my lunď on Rati's chooț. I gave a jerk, and the lunď went half inside. A scream escaped Rati's mouth. I quickly put my lips on Rati's and started kissing her. I was afraid someone might hear because this time I was doing the fucking at home.

As soon as Rati calmed down, I gave a second jerk. My whole lunď entered Rati's chooț.

Rati screamed loudly. It was a good thing I was kissing her, muffling the sound with my lips.

After a while, Rati was back to normal. I pulled the lunď out and shoved it inside with a single thrust. Rati's scream was again muffled in my mouth. I had to quench Rati's six months of thirst. And because she had taken four lunďs before, I started giving powerful thrusts. Rati couldn't bear my long jerks and released her fluid.

I kept up my thrusts. Now Rati started enjoying it.

"Ssssssssiiiiiii, oh my God, what a strong lunď, like a hot iron rod, grinding against the walls of the chooț straight on! tearing the chooț of someone who has already been fucked. This is so much fun, go on, you bastard, push the lunď deeper, push it deeper!"

Hearing Rati's words, I started thrusting even harder.

After almost forty minutes of powerful fucking, I released my fluid inside Rati's chooț. Rati knew what to do after the fluid went in, so I was relaxed. My chest heaved violently with exhaustion, my breath catching in my throat. A heavy, pleasant dullness settled over my limbs, and I collapsed onto Rati, feeling the intense, slow-burn satisfaction spreading through my muscles. My heart was pounding hard and slow against her skin, and for a few long moments, all I could focus on was the rush of relief and the heavy, sweet scent of our sweat mixing on the sheets.

Rati relaxed against me, her body slick with sweat. She raised her head and began placing light, damp kisses across my face and neck.

She squeezed my arm. "No one has ever fucked me like this before."

I leaned my head back on the pillow, content. "If you're happy, I'm happy."

Rati quickly went to the bathroom. When she returned, she started dressing immediately, pulling her kurta down over her shoulders.

I sat up, reaching for her. "Let's do it one more time."

She shook her head, pulling her dress up swiftly. "No."

I frowned. "Why, didn't you have fun?"

"I had a lot of fun," she admitted, her tone shifting to urgency. She glanced at the windows. "If I'm late getting home, my mother will know. I'm as good as dead."

"Then when will we meet again?" I asked, worried about losing my new conquest.

She tied the drawstring of her pants. "I can't come here again. Mom will never allow it. But you can come to my house."

"Okay." I nodded, accepting the new terms.

Rati left. I was drained, the sheer aggression of the afternoon's session having taken its toll. I went straight to bed, sinking into the mattress.

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