Fantasy Devika, a rich high class housewife, with angel heart

[prady12191]

Chapter 14: vishnu father weekend - Scene 2 (continued)

The antique clock on the wall ticked past one in the morning, its rhythmic sound counting moments in the aftermath of passion. Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting silver patterns across three intertwined bodies on the rumpled sheets. The small bedroom still held the lingering scents of their exertion—sweat, arousal, and the faint traces of petroleum jelly that had eased Devika's first exploration of forbidden territories.

Devika lay on her back between Dattu and Vishnu, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths as she gazed at the ceiling. Her mind drifted through fragments of the evening—the birthday cake, the pretense of being Dattu's wife, the gradual surrender of her body to both men. For the first time since arriving in Pune, she felt oddly at peace, her body humming with satisfied pleasure rather than the constant tension of loneliness.

With deliberate movements, she turned toward Vishnu, placing her palm against his chest. His skin felt smooth beneath her touch, youthful and warm. She nestled her head against him, listening to his heartbeat gradually returning to its normal rhythm.

"I can't believe what happened," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Behind her, Dattu shifted closer, his weathered hand tracing the curve of her spine with reverent touches. His fingers followed each vertebra, moving slowly downward until they reached the small of her back. He pressed his body against her, his chest against her shoulder blades, his spent manhood nestling against the cleft of her buttocks.

"Such a sexy figure," he murmured, his voice rough with appreciation as he slipped his arm around her waist. His calloused palm found her breast, cupping it with possessive gentleness as he pulled her more firmly against him.

The sensation of being sandwiched between them again—Vishnu's chest against her cheek, Dattu's body pressed to her back—created a cocoon of masculine attention that made Devika sigh with contentment.

Vishnu gazed down at her, his expression a mixture of awe and lingering desire. "I still can't believe we just..." he paused, searching for the right words. "...that we made love to you, madam."

Devika smiled against his chest, amused by his return to formality after such intimate contact. "It doesn't seem real," she admitted. "Any of it."

Vishnu's hand came up to stroke her hair, fingers combing through the tangled strands with surprising tenderness. "I've wanted you since the first day of class," he confessed. "The way you move when you write on the blackboard—your hips, your waist. I couldn't look away."

"My hips?" Devika asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

"The way they sway when you walk," Vishnu explained, his voice dropping lower. "How your saree clings to your curves. Every boy in class watches, but they're afraid to tell you."

Behind her, Dattu's grip tightened slightly. "Your husband is a fool," he growled, his breath warm against her shoulder. "What kind of man leaves such beauty alone in a city like Pune? What kind of man shows other women to his wife?"

The mention of Rajeevan sent a brief pang through Devika's chest—not quite pain anymore, but something closer to pity. "He doesn't desire me," she said simply. "Not for many years."

Dattu spat a crude curse, his voice harsh with sudden anger. "He deserves to have his balls cut off," he declared. "A man who can't appreciate his own wife doesn't deserve to call himself a man."

Despite the crude sentiment, Devika found herself touched by his protective fury. She reached back with her free hand, finding Dattu's thigh and squeezing gently in silent thanks.

"Perhaps I should be grateful to Rajeevan," she mused, a hint of mischief entering her voice. "If he hadn't been so neglectful, I wouldn't be here with you both tonight."

Dattu's anger softened at her touch, his lips finding her shoulder in a gentle kiss. "Then I thank him," he murmured against her skin. "For giving me the most beautiful night of my life."

Something in his sincerity made Devika's breath catch. She felt his arm tighten around her, his hand absently caressing her breast as he pressed another kiss to her shoulder.

"Devika," he said, her name emerging as a prayer from his lips. "Be my wife. Not just for tonight, but always."

The unexpected proposal froze Devika in place. She felt Vishnu stiffen beneath her cheek, his own surprise evident in the sudden tension of his muscles.

"I can give you happiness," Dattu continued, his voice rough with emotion. "I can worship your body every night. I can make you forget that worthless husband."

Devika extricated herself gently from between them, sitting up against the headboard. The sheet pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool night air. Both men watched her with matching expressions of hunger and hope.

"I can't," she said finally, regret coloring her tone. "This was beautiful, Dattu, but it can't be more than one night."

Disappointment darkened his weathered features. "Why not? You felt something—I know you did."

Devika drew her knees up to her chest, suddenly aware of her nakedness in a way she hadn't been during their passion. "My life is complicated," she explained, choosing her words carefully. "I have a career, a position at the college. What we did tonight was already risky enough."

"We could be careful," Dattu pressed, sitting up beside her. "No one would need to know."

She shook her head, her decision firming despite the genuine temptation in his offer. "It's not good for me to come here often. People would notice. Questions would be asked."

Vishnu joined them, propping himself up on his elbow. "We haven't explored everything yet," he reminded her, his gaze dropping briefly to her buttocks. "Your ass still hasn't been properly—"

"Vishnu," she interrupted, her cheeks flushing despite all they'd already shared. "I don't even know how I allowed the fingering. That was already more than I ever expected to do."

Dattu's calloused hand moved to her lower back, fingers venturing downward to brush against the sensitive pucker they had explored earlier. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Devika flinched at his touch, the area still tender from Vishnu's earlier attentions. "Yes," she admitted. "It's quite painful."

"The pain fades," Vishnu assured her, his expression earnest. "With practice, your anus will be ready for real fucking. Next time we can—"

"There won't be a next time," Devika said firmly, though something in her tone lacked absolute conviction. "Today was special, but it can't happen again."

Vishnu's face fell, disappointment etched in every line. "Not even at college?" he asked, his voice taking on a pleading quality. "Just small moments between classes? The toilet again?"

Devika hesitated, considering his request. The memory of their encounters in the college toilet—the forbidden thrill, the risk of discovery—sent an unexpected pulse of arousal through her exhausted body.

"I'll try," she conceded reluctantly. "But no promises."

Hope brightened Vishnu's features immediately. Beside her, Dattu sensed an opening in her resolve.

"And me?" he asked, his rough fingers tracing circles on her lower back. "Could you visit sometimes? Just for an hour here and there?"

Devika turned to him, studying his weathered face in the moonlight. There was genuine longing in his eyes, a hunger that went beyond the physical pleasure they'd shared. Against her better judgment, she found herself nodding.

"I'll try," she repeated, the words emerging as a whisper. "But I can't promise anything regular."

Seeing their lingering disappointment, something softened in Devika's resolve. These men had shown her pleasure she'd never imagined possible, had awakened parts of herself long dormant under Rajeevan's neglect. She owed them at least a proper goodbye if this truly was to be their only night together.

With deliberate movements, she turned to Vishnu, leaning forward to press her lips against his. Unlike their earlier passionate exchanges, this kiss held a different quality—gentle, almost sweet, a gesture of gratitude rather than lust. Her fingers traced the contours of his face as she prolonged the contact, memorizing the texture of his skin, the shape of his lips against hers.

When she finally pulled away, Vishnu's eyes remained closed for a moment, savoring the tenderness of their exchange. She smiled at his expression before turning toward Dattu.

The older man watched her with naked hunger, his desire evident despite their recent exertions. Devika shifted her position, moving to face him fully as she brought her hands to his weathered cheeks. She leaned forward, capturing his lips with the same gentle purpose she'd shown his son.

Dattu responded immediately, his calloused hands finding her waist as he drew her closer. The taste of paan and tobacco lingered on his tongue as it met hers, familiar now where it had once been foreign. She sighed against his mouth, her body melting into his embrace with unexpected ease.

"Thank you," she murmured against his lips, the words vibrating between them. "For showing me what I've been missing."

Dattu's arms tightened around her, his hands splaying across her back as he deepened the kiss. There was desperation in his embrace now, as if he sought to imprint the memory of her body against his, knowing opportunities for such contact might never come again.

"I love you, Kerala woman," he whispered when they broke for air, the simple declaration making her heart constrict painfully in her chest.

Devika couldn't bring herself to return the sentiment, but she kissed him again, pouring her gratitude and affection into the contact. "You've given me something precious," she said finally, her forehead resting against his. "Remember that."

The three settled back onto the bed, their positions rearranging naturally into a comfortable arrangement. Devika found herself in the middle once more, her back pressed against Dattu's chest while Vishnu faced her, one arm dbangd over her waist. Father and son, connected through their shared contact with her body, creating a circuit of warmth that enveloped her completely.

They lay in comfortable silence for several minutes, the only sounds their synchronized breathing and the distant hum of traffic from the street below. Devika felt herself drifting toward sleep, her exhausted body surrendering to the peace that followed such intense pleasure.

As consciousness began to fade, she turned her face toward Dattu one last time. With the last of her waking energy, she pressed her lips against his in a final, lingering kiss. "Good night," she whispered against his mouth, tasting the familiar bitterness that had become strangely comforting over the course of the evening.

Dattu's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her more securely against his chest as their kiss deepened briefly before relaxing into gentle pressure. Devika allowed her eyes to close, their lips still touching as sleep claimed her completely.

The last thing she registered was the solid warmth of these two men—father and son who had shown her aspects of herself she'd never known existed—and the strange contentment that settled over her despite the complications that awaited in the morning light.

In the quiet bedroom of a small Pune apartment, three unlikely lovers drifted into shared slumber, their bodies entwined in an arrangement that defied propriety yet felt, in this moment, perfectly right.