Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 144: Vodka, Stripping, and Humiliation (Avi and Sweta Didi)

I came to Pooja Bua's house with all my stuff in my bag. We all ate dinner together. Sweta Didi was still sad while we were eating.

I gave the sleeping pills to Sital. Sital gave the pills to Pooja Bua and Raj. Pooja Bua and Raj went to her room and fell asleep. Sital went to Raj's room. I went to Sweta Didi's room with her.

Sweta Didi had eaten very little. I gave her the bag. Didi took out the things to drink from the bag.

"Go get a glass," Sweta Didi said, her voice a little unsteady, pointing toward the shelf.

"I brought two glasses," I said, holding up the glasses.

"Why two? Are you going to drink, too?" she asked, a look of surprise on her face.

"I'll drink cold drinks," I replied.

Didi poured the vodka and cold drink into the glass and finished the entire glass in one sip. I started drinking my cold drink while Sweta Didi drank her vodka. Within 15 minutes, Didi finished one bottle. She was getting drunk and was saying whatever came to her mind.

Didi now opened the second bottle.

"Didi, that's enough," I said, trying to stop her, reaching for the bottle.

"Motherfucker! Am I drinking with your money?" she screamed, throwing the money she took from her bra at my face. "Here, take your money."

I got angry, but Didi was drunk. She was not in her senses. Thinking this, I kept quiet.

Didi finished another glass. Now she was swaying with intoxication. Didi stood up and started to walk out of the room. I followed her, worried.

"You stay right there, you motherfucker!" she yelled at me, pointing a shaky finger.

I stood by the gate. Sweta Didi went into the kitchen. After a while, she came back with a plate. She put rice from a pot on the plate in such a way that it looked like a cake. There was a candle in the middle of the rice. The candle was not lit yet.

Didi swayed back into the room and put the plate on the bed. Sital was watching from the gate, her face worried.

"Now blow out the candle," Sweta Didi said, her words slurring.

"The candle isn't lit, so how can I blow it out?" I asked, looking at the wick.

Didi slapped me hard on the cheek. "You blind motherfucker! Can't you see the candle is lit?"

"I'm sorry," I said, holding my cheek where the slap landed.

"Wait a minute, let me turn off the fan, or the candle will blow out," she said.

Didi turned off the fan.

"Now blow out the candle," she said.

I was about to blow out the unlit candle when another slap landed on my cheek.

"Stop, motherfucker! I'm hot," she said, pulling her shirt over her head. Didi sat down on the bed, naked to the waist except for her bra.

"Clean my sweat," she demanded, pointing to her chest, breathing heavily.

I reached out hesitantly and gently cleaned the sweat from her upper chest and neck. The warmth of her skin was shocking.

"I'm hot here too," she said, looking straight into my eyes, and quickly unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor.

"Didi, what are you doing?" I asked, shocked by the sudden, full exposure of her breasts.

Another slap landed on my cheek. "You motherfucker! You call your lover didi?"

She leaned forward, her eyes burning with drunken command. "Clean it. It's sweating there too."

I swallowed hard, my hands shaking. I did what I was told, slowly wiping the sweat and moisture from her exposed breasts.

"Now move down. Clean my stomach," she ordered, pushing my hand away from her chest.

"I can't, Didi," I protested, my face flushed with embarrassment and fear.

Another slap landed on my cheek. "You motherfucker! Just put your hand on it."

I obeyed, putting my hand flat on her bare stomach. Her skin was warm, smooth, and shockingly real.

She stared at me for a moment, then reached down and pulled her salwar and panties down in one rough motion, exposing her bare chooť to me.

"Clean that too. It's hot and wet. Clean my chooť," she screamed, her voice breaking with frustration.

I was speechless, staring at her completely naked body. My cheeks were on fire from the repeated slaps.

To distract her, I acted like blew out the candle.

Didi took some rice in her hands from the plate and put it in my mouth as if she is feeding a cake.

"Eat, motherfucker! It's your birthday today, eat!" she yelled, forcing the rice toward my face.

I felt like I was going to vomit, but I ate the rice quietly. I had to eat the rice.

Then another slap landed on my cheek. "Who will feed me, motherfucker?" she asked.

I fed Didi the rice, my hand shaking slightly.

Another slap landed on my cheek. My cheeks were red now and burning hot. I looked at Sital, who was standing with her hands folded, as if to say, "Please eat it for my sake," her expression pleading.

"You motherfucker! Your girlfriend is sitting in front of you naked, and you're not doing anything. Fuck my chooť!" Sweta Didi screamed, her voice breaking, pointing down at herself.

"I can't do it," I said, a sense of helplessness washing over me, my voice barely a whisper.

Didi started crying loudly. "What's wrong with me that you can't have sex with me? You were having so much fun kissing that girl, you motherfucker. If you won't do it, someone else will!"

Didi stood up and started to walk outside.

"Didi," I said, reaching for her, but another slap landed on my cheek.

"Sweta, where are you going?" I asked, my voice filled with worry, grabbing her arm gently.

"You motherfucker! If you can't fuck me, I'm going outside to get someone else to!" she screamed, yanking her arm away.

Didi walked out of the room naked.

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