Adultery For the sins of daughter

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Eight days later, Vani was feeling low on energy when she walked into the office pantry for coffee. Vishal was already there.

Vishal: “Do you want coffee, Ma’am? Let me get it for you.”

Vani:“Thank you.”

Vishal:“How would you like it? Black or with cream?”

Vani: “Black would do.”

As he prepared the coffee, Vishal’s eyes drifted straight to her chest.Vani was wearing a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into a tight red pencil skirt.The shirt technically covered everything full sleeves, buttoned, proper  but there was no way in hell it could hide that size of fat tits.The fabric stretched over them in a perfect outline, the heavy round curves pushing against the cotton, their shape clearly visible, almost daring him to look.Vsni noticed his look.

Vani:“Aren’t you staring a little too much these days?”

She wasn’t angry, and she wasn’t encouraging him either. Just stating it casually she knew she looked good, and people always stared at her figure.

Vishal: “I’m sorry.”

He said it quickly, though he had something planned in his mind. He knew he was being reckless but he had his reasons.

Vani’s eyes fell on his tight-fitted shirt.

Vani:“You seem to work out a lot. Or maybe you’re just young. You look good… muscular. Trying very hard to look tough.”

She said it casually, like small talk.

Vishal: “If you’re interested, you can touch it yourself.”

Vani gasped at his audacious suggestion.Does he not know that she is a 39 year old woman..he is 22 year old man.

Vani: “Huh? Touch it? What are you talking about suddenly?”

A hint of hesitation slipped into her voice.

Vishal: “It’s just the two of us here. I’m fine with it.”

He smiled. She let out a nervous laugh.

Vani:“You’re so funny, Vishal. Always joking around.”

But a part of her… wanted to. She had been starved of a man’s touch for a year now. She and her husband had been living separately  not divorced, but no talk of reconciliation either.

She hesitated, then:

Vani: “Can I… touch it just once?”

Her hand lifted slowly, her fingertips brushing his forearm. Hard. Solid. She swallowed and grabbed it properly, feeling the muscle definition.

Vishal: “How do you like it?”

Vani: “Oh… wow. That’s impressive. You must be popular with girls.”

She tried to control her voice.

Vishal: “Thanks. I work out four times a week.”

Vani’s pulse was racing.What’s happening to me? This isn’t right… snap out of it.

Vani: “Well, I should head back to my office.”

As she turned, her elbow hit the coffee cup. It spilled all over Vishal’s pants.

Vishal:“Oh no…”


Vani dropped to her knees without thinking, her breath catching.

Vani: “I’m so sorry— I got startled. Are you okay, Vishal?”

Her voice trembled as she grabbed tissues scattered on the floor.Her fingers fumbled, her cheeks flushed with panic.
Vani: “Let me… let me wipe it out…”

She didn’t even realize how close she’d moved until her hands were brushing the soaked patch on his thigh.Her mind was a mess  nerves, guilt, embarrassment  all tangled into one dizzying rush.Vishal stayed still.Silent.
Watching.

The stain was dangerously close to his crotch, spreading along the inside of his thigh, creeping up toward his belt. She dabbed the fabric carefully, her face inches away from the bulge forming under the wet cloth.

From his view, she looked obscene.Her white shirt bent forward, the buttons stretching, her heavy Punjabi breasts hanging in her blouse  swaying slightly as she moved her hands.
Her red pencil skirt tightened around her curves as she knelt, the outline of her hips and ass clear even from the front

Her hair fell to the side, brushing his knee, her perfume warm and sweet at this close distance.And her lips… parted with every nervous breath she took.Vishal’s heartbeat thudded.His cock hardened instantly.

A filthy thought slid through his mind:Soon you’ll kneel for something else… not because of spilled coffee, Simran mother on her knees.



Two days earlier,

 he had been stalking Simran. She owned a bakery in a posh part of the city, living a happy life. It made him furious.How can she be so happy?She was the reason he’d once thought of ending his own life.

Back to the present…

Vani was in her cabin after office hours, searching for a file. The building was mostly empty. Vishal had just arrived and stopped at the door.

She was leaning forward, the red pencil skirt hugging her peach-shaped ass. His cock hardened instantly  just like it did near the coffee machine earlier, right after she wiped his pants and hurried away.He knew the risk of everything he was doing.But he also knew he had to do it.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Vishal:“What are you looking for, Ma’am?”

Vani:“Some copy of a file… it was here somewhere.”

Vishal hesitated for a moment. Could he really go this far?
Simran’s face flashed in his mind.

I have to.

Suddenly the lights went out. For some reason the generator didn’t start, but her desk lamp remained on.

Vani: “Oh… the lights went out.”

Vishal: “Isn’t it here…?”

He stepped in, slow and deliberate, until his hips met the curve of her bent body  his thick bulge settling right between the twin swell of her ass.

Vishal: “I think it’s… somewhere around here.”

His voice was low, almost lazy.

Vani stiffened instantly. She felt the heat of him… the solid, pulsing hardness pushing into her red-skirted buns. His thighs brushed hers, trapping her between the desk and his body. Her fingers trembled over the files  a tiny shiver he caught and savored.Vishal saw it.What he’d learned in the last week was simple:Vani Khanna powerful, confident, respected noss was surprisingly weak to a man’s touch


He pressed forward again,pressing his buldge on her buns.

Vani: “Vishal… you’re too close…”

Her voice trembled.