27-11-2025, 11:44 PM
The door to room 1092 clicked shut behind them, sealing out the damp chill of the evening. Geetha’s cheeks were still flushed from the wind at the Falls, but the moment they crossed the threshold, something warmer took over.
Bharat yawned, rolled his shoulders. “Miss, I’ll crash here a bit. Call if you need me.” He disappeared into the adjoining room without waiting for an answer.
Gautam started for the second bedroom in silence, but Geetha caught his wrist. He shook her off—gentler than he felt, but firm enough. Her heart stuttered. She followed him anyway, slipped inside before he could close the door.
The moment it latched, his hand was on her jaw, pressing her cheek to the cool wood. The hem of her dress rode up under his palm; the flat of his hand cracked across her left buttock—sharp, possessive, the sound ringing like a gunshot in the small space.
“Aah—” The cry left her throat before she could stop it.
He kissed the back of her neck, teeth grazing skin, and struck the other cheek just as hard. Soft flesh rippled; heat bloomed red under the surface.
“Don’t hit me,” she whispered, trembling.
“Have you become this shameless?” His voice was low, dangerous velvet.
She bit her lip, nodded.
“Face the wall. Eyes closed.”
She obeyed. Another slap—this time the right asscheek—sent cotton-soft flesh quivering. A helpless “Amma… no…” slipped out even as she smiled against the door, secret and thrilled.
Gautam's change in behavior brought Geetha joy, even in the pain. Covering her face against the wall, she smiled to herself.
“You thieving bitch,” he growled against her ear, pinching the tender crease beneath her buttock until she squealed. “you do this because I call you my sweetie?”
“Mmm.” She nodded again, shameless.
He squeezed and pinched under her buttock.
Geetha: Ah Ouch... Are you angry?
Gautam: Of course, I am.
Geetha: It feels like it's burning.
Gautam: Well, you slept with another guy, you shameless woman. You deserve to be hit.
His fingers tightened on her throat—not cruel, just enough to remind her who she belonged to—then released. She turned, slid her hands under his T-shirt, palms gliding over the warm skin of his back, lips brushing the pulse in his neck.
“You agreed,” she murmured.
“That doesn’t mean you get to flaunt it.” But he was already softening, bending to kiss her cheek, laughing despite himself.
Geetha felt the knot in her chest loosen. She dragged his mouth down to hers, tasting forgiveness and hunger in the same breath.
He squeezed her throat, kissed her lips, and let go.
Gautam: Do you know how and where you told me? I should have just taken you to those waterfalls and pushed you in.
Geetha: You should have taken me and pushed me in if you were that angry... She gave him a mischievous wink.
Gautam: You're crazy... He laughed.
Geetha felt relieved and kissed her husband, smiling.
As they came into the room from the cold evening atmosphere, she felt warm in her husband's lap and pressed her heart even closer to his.
Gautam smelled the fragrance of Geetha's neck, pressed her waist, and kissed her earlobe.
Later, tangled in the half-dark, the question finally came.
“When did it happen?”
“Last week.”
“I told you not to ruin the boy.”
“He’s not innocent. He took what he wanted.” She hid her face against Gautam’s shoulder, coy.
“And you let him lick you?”
A shy, delighted hum was her only answer.
Gautam: This matter should not be known to anyone, I'm telling you. If it gets out, I will kill you and him and bury you both.
Geetha: No... It's enough that you agreed. I'll be careful.
Gautam: Okay, freshen up quickly... let's go to the villa... He moved away.
She held his shirt and stopped him.
Geetha: Stay for a bit, darling.
Gautam: What for?
Kissing her husband's neck, Geetha: I'm cold. Why don't you do something to warm me up?
He hit her on her lower buttock.
Geetha: Ah...!
Gautam: Not now...
“Useless husband,” she teased. “No wonder I needed him.”
Gautam’s fingers tightened around Geetha’s throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who still owned the air she breathed.
“What, are you getting arrogant now?” he asked, voice low, almost amused.
Her pulse fluttered against his palm. “Not arrogant, husband,” she whispered. “I told you I was cold.”
He loosened his grip and brushed the damp hair from her forehead, studying her the way a man studies a map he once knew by heart and now finds unfamiliar roads drawn across it. “You feel new to me,” he said. “Ever since you told me you kissed Bharat, you’ve been… different. I suspected it then.”
Geetha’s eyes didn’t waver. “You’ve changed too. But I never doubted you. I honestly thought you weren’t capable of it. Was that true, or did you just pretend show off?”
“Shut your mouth,” he said, soft as a threat.
She pressed a finger to her own lips, obedient for a heartbeat. Then, when the silence grew heavy, she let her hands fall and reached for his zipper, tugging it down with deliberate slowness.
“Honey?” she murmured.
“Tell me,” he said.
She looked straight into his eyes and stopped moving.
In the quiet that followed, two separate thoughts circled like moths around the same flame.
Geetha felt the distance between them was the reason their pleasure always fell short; if they had stayed closer, no third shadow would have slipped in.
Gautam, meanwhile, calculated that if he gave her this one desire, the truth he still carried—like a blade under his tongue—might one day slide out more easily.
She tried to peel his shirt off; he caught her wrists.
“Listen first,” she said. “Don’t get angry.”
“Speak.”
Her fingers curled around his cock, stroking lightly. “It means you’re fine with Bharat fucking me, doesn’t it?”
He stared at her, unblinking.
She leaned in and kissed the point of his chin, soft, coaxing. “Tell me. One thing feels like it’s not enough anymore.”
No matter how much Geetha played with his cock, it wasn't getting hard.
“Leave it,” he muttered.
“Do you trust him?” she asked.
“What choice is left after what you told me?” His voice was flat. “You’ll be careful, won’t you?”
“I will.”
The heat Bharat had kindled with a single kiss now steamed toward the man she had married.
Something possessive flared in her chest. She ripped Gautam’s shirt over his head and flung it across the room. Her own followed. Bare-boobs, she sank to her knees, kissed the length of his cock, dragged his pants down, and took him into her mouth with sudden hunger.
“Uff…” The sound tore out of him.
The sight of her—his wife, fierce and offering—sent blood rushing south. He hardened fast.
“Mmm,” she hummed, pleased.
She rose. He seized her waist, yanked her forward, and settled her astride his thighs at the edge of the bed. Their mouths crashed together, wet and greedy, thighs pressed tight, sharing breath and spit and years of muscle memory.
She grazed his earlobe with her teeth. “You’re in a hurry tonight.”
His hand cracked against her left buttock, sharp enough to bloom heat.
“Ahh… sorry,” she gasped, laughing into his neck.
“Lift up,” he ordered.
She dug her knees into the mattress and rose an inch. He guided himself to her slick entrance and pushed in with one sure thrust.
“Hah—” The air left her lungs; her whole body shivered.
He gripped her ass and began to move, slow rolls of his hips at first, then harder, driving up into her while she clung to his shoulders.
Her moans spilled warm against his jaw. “Ssss… what is this new thing?”
“You think I fuck you the same way every time?”
“Ahh… you’re turning romantic. Useless Gautam—why didn’t you bring this side out when we were newlyweds?”
He slapped her cheek lightly, playfully. “Don’t talk, crazy girl.”
She laughed again, breathless, and took over the rhythm herself, rising and falling, chasing the angle that made her see stars.
“Uff…” he groaned.
“Oh, this is good, honey… hold on at least five minutes… ahh…”
He suddenly stopped her with both hands on her hips. “Wait.”
“No, don’t you dare stop—” She tried to move again.
“One minute.” He lifted her off him, slid from the bed, and dragged a blue backpack from underneath it. From a side pocket he pulled a small foil packet.
Geetha’s eyes narrowed. “No condom, not now—”
“It’s not a condom. Two minutes, baby.”
He tore open a different packet, unfolded a thin, medicated strip—cool and faintly minty-smelling—and wrapped it carefully around the base of his cock, pressing it flat so the numbing agent soaked in.
She knelt higher on the mattress, curious. “What is that?”
He grinned, wicked and boyish. “Wait and see.”
He tossed the wrapper aside and crawled back over her. She caught his face in both hands and kissed him deep, tasting anticipation.
“Tell me,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Numbing swipe,” he said. “You wanted five minutes? You’ll get ten. Maybe.”
Gautam slid back onto the bed and drew Geetha into his lap in one fluid motion, guiding her down until she was fully seated, his cock buried deep inside her slick heat.
“Ahh…” The small cry escaped her lips as her body adjusted to the sudden, perfect fullness.
He brushed a condom wrapper across her thigh. “If you use these,” he murmured, voice low, “it lasts longer.”
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A slow, wicked smile curved her mouth. She looped her arms around his shoulders, fingers tracing the muscles of his back, while his hands slipped beneath her buttocks, gripping firmly. He lifted her just enough to begin a steady, deliberate rhythm, thrusting upward as she rose and fell.
“Ahh… mmmmm…”
Each upward drive drew a sharper moan from her throat. Then, without warning, he tightened his hold under her ass, raised his thighs, and slammed into her with raw, unrestrained power. For the first time, her soft thighs took the full force of his hips, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room.
“Ahh… fuck me,” she gasped, clutching him tighter. “Take all your anger out on me…”
He bent over her, kissing her hard as he pounded deeper, lovingly brutal.
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“Ahh… ahh…”
He carried her entire weight in his arms now, driving his waist against her crotch with ferocious need.
“Amma…… uff…”
“Ha…”
Geetha’s eyes flew wide—she had never imagined Gautam could fuck her like this, wild and possessive at once.
The door swung open.
Bharat froze in the doorway, stunned for half a heartbeat. “Oh—I didn’t see anything,” he blurted, slamming the door shut behind him.
They burst into breathless laughter. Gautam eased her back onto the mattress and kept moving inside her, slower now, savoring every slick slide.
“He’s probably hard,” Gautam teased against her ear.
“Chi…” She swatted his shoulder, laughing.
He gave her a deliberate, punishing thrust that made her cry out, eyes rolling back. He wanted her to feel every inch of the man she belonged to, wanted Bharat to hear it through the walls.
Meanwhile, he stopped rocking, massaged her waist, lifted her up, adjusted her on the mattress, and moved back a little.
Geetha moved forward a little more, pressed her knees into the bed, and let her husband's cock sink into her pussy.
Gautam held her shoulders with her hands, while he held her waist on the left, and under her buttock on the right, and started pushing back and forth.
“Mmm… ohh… it’s going deep… mmm…”
He squeezed her right boob hard. “How many times did he fuck you?”
“I lost count,” she admitted on a moan.
“Did you use a condom?”
“Yes…”
“Every time?”
“Only… once…”
His palm cracked across her asscheek—not hard enough to bruise, just enough to sting and thrill.
“Do you know what they call a woman who sucks another man’s cock besides her husband’s?” he growled.
She laughed, shy and shameless at once. “Chi stop that…”
He crushed her against him and fucked her harder.
“Sssss…”
“Aah…”
His rhythm faltered; the storm inside him finally spent. He wrapped her tight and collapsed backward, pulling her with him. She rose just long enough to ease his softening cock free, then curled against his side.
“Shall I tell one thing?,” he whispered into her hair.
“Hmm…?”
“I was going to ask you,” he said, voice soft now, almost wondering, “if you’d sleep with Bharat.”
She lifted her head, eyes wide. “What?”
“I know. I know I wasn’t… enough. Not the way you needed.”
She silenced him with a fierce kiss, pressing her fingers to his lips. “Don’t ever say that.”
“Don’t tell him I agreed,” he added, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.
She nodded, heart racing with something brighter than guilt.
“Pack your bag,” he said.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Miss? May I come in?” Bharat’s voice, cautious.
Geetha snatched the folded blanket and dbangd it over their naked bodies. “Come in.”
Bharat stepped inside, cheeks flushed, but his grin was unrepentant. “Looks like someone saw Niagara Falls, had a quick round, and is already packing to leave.”
They both laughed.
“Chi chi, stop it,” Geetha scolded, cheeks burning.
“Did I interrupt?” Bharat asked, eyes dancing.
Gautam shrugged lazily. “You could’ve stayed and watched if you wanted.”
Geetha smacked the back of his head in mortified delight.
“Enough,” she ordered, trying to sound stern. “Let’s get dressed.”
Bharat leaned against the doorframe. “Sir, order a cake. Poolside, candles, tonight—perfect birthday vibe.”
“Good idea,” Gautam said at once.
Bharat turned to Geetha, wicked. “So, Miss—one-day honeymoon at Niagara, huh?”
She glared daggers and hurled a pillow at him. He caught it, laughing, and slipped out.
The moment the door closed, Gautam rolled her onto her back again, nudging her thighs apart with his knee. His fingers found her soaked pussy, stroking lazily.
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Geetha gasped, hips jerking. “You told me to get ready…”
“Shall I fuck you again?”
She laughed, breathless. “Really?”
He bit her lower lip, tasting her moan. “Mmm… still angry about all that kissing in front of me?”
His finger slid inside her, curling.
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He showered kisses along her throat, then slapped her ass—sharp, possessive.
“You kissed a student in public, right in front of your husband,” he growled, spanking her again. “Shameless whore.”
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“Ahh… don’t…”
He pinned her down, kneading both boobs roughly, sucking each nipple until she writhed.
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“Uff… you’re driving me insane, darling…”
Another deep kiss. His cock, impossibly, was hard again. He dragged the head through her wet folds, teasing, then pushed inside with a single, claiming thrust.
“Mmm…”
“Will you let him have you again tonight?” he asked, voice rough.
“I can’t exactly say no now, honey…”
“You’ve developed quite a taste for cheating, haven’t you?” He started fucking her in long, punishing strokes.
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“Mmmm… just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Why would I deny my wife her pleasure?”
Geetha’s heart soared.
On her birthday, wrapped in her husband’s arms while he moved inside her, she felt something new—freedom. The guilt that had weighed her down for months dissolved like mist.
Gautam hadn’t just forgiven her; he had joined her, claimed her wildness as his own.
The pleasure Gautam gives is by no means less now; the conversations between the two lead to new excitement and encouragement.
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To be continued…………
Bharat yawned, rolled his shoulders. “Miss, I’ll crash here a bit. Call if you need me.” He disappeared into the adjoining room without waiting for an answer.
Gautam started for the second bedroom in silence, but Geetha caught his wrist. He shook her off—gentler than he felt, but firm enough. Her heart stuttered. She followed him anyway, slipped inside before he could close the door.
The moment it latched, his hand was on her jaw, pressing her cheek to the cool wood. The hem of her dress rode up under his palm; the flat of his hand cracked across her left buttock—sharp, possessive, the sound ringing like a gunshot in the small space.
“Aah—” The cry left her throat before she could stop it.
He kissed the back of her neck, teeth grazing skin, and struck the other cheek just as hard. Soft flesh rippled; heat bloomed red under the surface.
“Don’t hit me,” she whispered, trembling.
“Have you become this shameless?” His voice was low, dangerous velvet.
She bit her lip, nodded.
“Face the wall. Eyes closed.”
She obeyed. Another slap—this time the right asscheek—sent cotton-soft flesh quivering. A helpless “Amma… no…” slipped out even as she smiled against the door, secret and thrilled.
Gautam's change in behavior brought Geetha joy, even in the pain. Covering her face against the wall, she smiled to herself.
“You thieving bitch,” he growled against her ear, pinching the tender crease beneath her buttock until she squealed. “you do this because I call you my sweetie?”
“Mmm.” She nodded again, shameless.
He squeezed and pinched under her buttock.
Geetha: Ah Ouch... Are you angry?
Gautam: Of course, I am.
Geetha: It feels like it's burning.
Gautam: Well, you slept with another guy, you shameless woman. You deserve to be hit.
His fingers tightened on her throat—not cruel, just enough to remind her who she belonged to—then released. She turned, slid her hands under his T-shirt, palms gliding over the warm skin of his back, lips brushing the pulse in his neck.
“You agreed,” she murmured.
“That doesn’t mean you get to flaunt it.” But he was already softening, bending to kiss her cheek, laughing despite himself.
Geetha felt the knot in her chest loosen. She dragged his mouth down to hers, tasting forgiveness and hunger in the same breath.
He squeezed her throat, kissed her lips, and let go.
Gautam: Do you know how and where you told me? I should have just taken you to those waterfalls and pushed you in.
Geetha: You should have taken me and pushed me in if you were that angry... She gave him a mischievous wink.
Gautam: You're crazy... He laughed.
Geetha felt relieved and kissed her husband, smiling.
As they came into the room from the cold evening atmosphere, she felt warm in her husband's lap and pressed her heart even closer to his.
Gautam smelled the fragrance of Geetha's neck, pressed her waist, and kissed her earlobe.
Later, tangled in the half-dark, the question finally came.
“When did it happen?”
“Last week.”
“I told you not to ruin the boy.”
“He’s not innocent. He took what he wanted.” She hid her face against Gautam’s shoulder, coy.
“And you let him lick you?”
A shy, delighted hum was her only answer.
Gautam: This matter should not be known to anyone, I'm telling you. If it gets out, I will kill you and him and bury you both.
Geetha: No... It's enough that you agreed. I'll be careful.
Gautam: Okay, freshen up quickly... let's go to the villa... He moved away.
She held his shirt and stopped him.
Geetha: Stay for a bit, darling.
Gautam: What for?
Kissing her husband's neck, Geetha: I'm cold. Why don't you do something to warm me up?
He hit her on her lower buttock.
Geetha: Ah...!
Gautam: Not now...
“Useless husband,” she teased. “No wonder I needed him.”
Gautam’s fingers tightened around Geetha’s throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who still owned the air she breathed.
“What, are you getting arrogant now?” he asked, voice low, almost amused.
Her pulse fluttered against his palm. “Not arrogant, husband,” she whispered. “I told you I was cold.”
He loosened his grip and brushed the damp hair from her forehead, studying her the way a man studies a map he once knew by heart and now finds unfamiliar roads drawn across it. “You feel new to me,” he said. “Ever since you told me you kissed Bharat, you’ve been… different. I suspected it then.”
Geetha’s eyes didn’t waver. “You’ve changed too. But I never doubted you. I honestly thought you weren’t capable of it. Was that true, or did you just pretend show off?”
“Shut your mouth,” he said, soft as a threat.
She pressed a finger to her own lips, obedient for a heartbeat. Then, when the silence grew heavy, she let her hands fall and reached for his zipper, tugging it down with deliberate slowness.
“Honey?” she murmured.
“Tell me,” he said.
She looked straight into his eyes and stopped moving.
In the quiet that followed, two separate thoughts circled like moths around the same flame.
Geetha felt the distance between them was the reason their pleasure always fell short; if they had stayed closer, no third shadow would have slipped in.
Gautam, meanwhile, calculated that if he gave her this one desire, the truth he still carried—like a blade under his tongue—might one day slide out more easily.
She tried to peel his shirt off; he caught her wrists.
“Listen first,” she said. “Don’t get angry.”
“Speak.”
Her fingers curled around his cock, stroking lightly. “It means you’re fine with Bharat fucking me, doesn’t it?”
He stared at her, unblinking.
She leaned in and kissed the point of his chin, soft, coaxing. “Tell me. One thing feels like it’s not enough anymore.”
No matter how much Geetha played with his cock, it wasn't getting hard.
“Leave it,” he muttered.
“Do you trust him?” she asked.
“What choice is left after what you told me?” His voice was flat. “You’ll be careful, won’t you?”
“I will.”
The heat Bharat had kindled with a single kiss now steamed toward the man she had married.
Something possessive flared in her chest. She ripped Gautam’s shirt over his head and flung it across the room. Her own followed. Bare-boobs, she sank to her knees, kissed the length of his cock, dragged his pants down, and took him into her mouth with sudden hunger.
“Uff…” The sound tore out of him.
The sight of her—his wife, fierce and offering—sent blood rushing south. He hardened fast.
“Mmm,” she hummed, pleased.
She rose. He seized her waist, yanked her forward, and settled her astride his thighs at the edge of the bed. Their mouths crashed together, wet and greedy, thighs pressed tight, sharing breath and spit and years of muscle memory.
She grazed his earlobe with her teeth. “You’re in a hurry tonight.”
His hand cracked against her left buttock, sharp enough to bloom heat.
“Ahh… sorry,” she gasped, laughing into his neck.
“Lift up,” he ordered.
She dug her knees into the mattress and rose an inch. He guided himself to her slick entrance and pushed in with one sure thrust.
“Hah—” The air left her lungs; her whole body shivered.
He gripped her ass and began to move, slow rolls of his hips at first, then harder, driving up into her while she clung to his shoulders.
Her moans spilled warm against his jaw. “Ssss… what is this new thing?”
“You think I fuck you the same way every time?”
“Ahh… you’re turning romantic. Useless Gautam—why didn’t you bring this side out when we were newlyweds?”
He slapped her cheek lightly, playfully. “Don’t talk, crazy girl.”
She laughed again, breathless, and took over the rhythm herself, rising and falling, chasing the angle that made her see stars.
“Uff…” he groaned.
“Oh, this is good, honey… hold on at least five minutes… ahh…”
He suddenly stopped her with both hands on her hips. “Wait.”
“No, don’t you dare stop—” She tried to move again.
“One minute.” He lifted her off him, slid from the bed, and dragged a blue backpack from underneath it. From a side pocket he pulled a small foil packet.
Geetha’s eyes narrowed. “No condom, not now—”
“It’s not a condom. Two minutes, baby.”
He tore open a different packet, unfolded a thin, medicated strip—cool and faintly minty-smelling—and wrapped it carefully around the base of his cock, pressing it flat so the numbing agent soaked in.
She knelt higher on the mattress, curious. “What is that?”
He grinned, wicked and boyish. “Wait and see.”
He tossed the wrapper aside and crawled back over her. She caught his face in both hands and kissed him deep, tasting anticipation.
“Tell me,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Numbing swipe,” he said. “You wanted five minutes? You’ll get ten. Maybe.”
Gautam slid back onto the bed and drew Geetha into his lap in one fluid motion, guiding her down until she was fully seated, his cock buried deep inside her slick heat.
“Ahh…” The small cry escaped her lips as her body adjusted to the sudden, perfect fullness.
He brushed a condom wrapper across her thigh. “If you use these,” he murmured, voice low, “it lasts longer.”
A slow, wicked smile curved her mouth. She looped her arms around his shoulders, fingers tracing the muscles of his back, while his hands slipped beneath her buttocks, gripping firmly. He lifted her just enough to begin a steady, deliberate rhythm, thrusting upward as she rose and fell.
“Ahh… mmmmm…”
Each upward drive drew a sharper moan from her throat. Then, without warning, he tightened his hold under her ass, raised his thighs, and slammed into her with raw, unrestrained power. For the first time, her soft thighs took the full force of his hips, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room.
“Ahh… fuck me,” she gasped, clutching him tighter. “Take all your anger out on me…”
He bent over her, kissing her hard as he pounded deeper, lovingly brutal.
“Ahh… ahh…”
He carried her entire weight in his arms now, driving his waist against her crotch with ferocious need.
“Amma…… uff…”
“Ha…”
Geetha’s eyes flew wide—she had never imagined Gautam could fuck her like this, wild and possessive at once.
The door swung open.
Bharat froze in the doorway, stunned for half a heartbeat. “Oh—I didn’t see anything,” he blurted, slamming the door shut behind him.
They burst into breathless laughter. Gautam eased her back onto the mattress and kept moving inside her, slower now, savoring every slick slide.
“He’s probably hard,” Gautam teased against her ear.
“Chi…” She swatted his shoulder, laughing.
He gave her a deliberate, punishing thrust that made her cry out, eyes rolling back. He wanted her to feel every inch of the man she belonged to, wanted Bharat to hear it through the walls.
Meanwhile, he stopped rocking, massaged her waist, lifted her up, adjusted her on the mattress, and moved back a little.
Geetha moved forward a little more, pressed her knees into the bed, and let her husband's cock sink into her pussy.
Gautam held her shoulders with her hands, while he held her waist on the left, and under her buttock on the right, and started pushing back and forth.
“Mmm… ohh… it’s going deep… mmm…”
He squeezed her right boob hard. “How many times did he fuck you?”
“I lost count,” she admitted on a moan.
“Did you use a condom?”
“Yes…”
“Every time?”
“Only… once…”
His palm cracked across her asscheek—not hard enough to bruise, just enough to sting and thrill.
“Do you know what they call a woman who sucks another man’s cock besides her husband’s?” he growled.
She laughed, shy and shameless at once. “Chi stop that…”
He crushed her against him and fucked her harder.
“Sssss…”
“Aah…”
His rhythm faltered; the storm inside him finally spent. He wrapped her tight and collapsed backward, pulling her with him. She rose just long enough to ease his softening cock free, then curled against his side.
“Shall I tell one thing?,” he whispered into her hair.
“Hmm…?”
“I was going to ask you,” he said, voice soft now, almost wondering, “if you’d sleep with Bharat.”
She lifted her head, eyes wide. “What?”
“I know. I know I wasn’t… enough. Not the way you needed.”
She silenced him with a fierce kiss, pressing her fingers to his lips. “Don’t ever say that.”
“Don’t tell him I agreed,” he added, a faint smile tugging at his mouth.
She nodded, heart racing with something brighter than guilt.
“Pack your bag,” he said.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Miss? May I come in?” Bharat’s voice, cautious.
Geetha snatched the folded blanket and dbangd it over their naked bodies. “Come in.”
Bharat stepped inside, cheeks flushed, but his grin was unrepentant. “Looks like someone saw Niagara Falls, had a quick round, and is already packing to leave.”
They both laughed.
“Chi chi, stop it,” Geetha scolded, cheeks burning.
“Did I interrupt?” Bharat asked, eyes dancing.
Gautam shrugged lazily. “You could’ve stayed and watched if you wanted.”
Geetha smacked the back of his head in mortified delight.
“Enough,” she ordered, trying to sound stern. “Let’s get dressed.”
Bharat leaned against the doorframe. “Sir, order a cake. Poolside, candles, tonight—perfect birthday vibe.”
“Good idea,” Gautam said at once.
Bharat turned to Geetha, wicked. “So, Miss—one-day honeymoon at Niagara, huh?”
She glared daggers and hurled a pillow at him. He caught it, laughing, and slipped out.
The moment the door closed, Gautam rolled her onto her back again, nudging her thighs apart with his knee. His fingers found her soaked pussy, stroking lazily.
Geetha gasped, hips jerking. “You told me to get ready…”
“Shall I fuck you again?”
She laughed, breathless. “Really?”
He bit her lower lip, tasting her moan. “Mmm… still angry about all that kissing in front of me?”
His finger slid inside her, curling.
He showered kisses along her throat, then slapped her ass—sharp, possessive.
“You kissed a student in public, right in front of your husband,” he growled, spanking her again. “Shameless whore.”
“Ahh… don’t…”
He pinned her down, kneading both boobs roughly, sucking each nipple until she writhed.
“Uff… you’re driving me insane, darling…”
Another deep kiss. His cock, impossibly, was hard again. He dragged the head through her wet folds, teasing, then pushed inside with a single, claiming thrust.
“Mmm…”
“Will you let him have you again tonight?” he asked, voice rough.
“I can’t exactly say no now, honey…”
“You’ve developed quite a taste for cheating, haven’t you?” He started fucking her in long, punishing strokes.
“Mmmm… just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Why would I deny my wife her pleasure?”
Geetha’s heart soared.
On her birthday, wrapped in her husband’s arms while he moved inside her, she felt something new—freedom. The guilt that had weighed her down for months dissolved like mist.
Gautam hadn’t just forgiven her; he had joined her, claimed her wildness as his own.
The pleasure Gautam gives is by no means less now; the conversations between the two lead to new excitement and encouragement.
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To be continued…………
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