23-12-2025, 05:30 PM
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Chapter 33 – Affair Consumated
The room was thick with the scent of their shared heat — musk and jasmine from her skin, the faint salt of sweat mingling in the air. The bedsheet rumpled beneath them, a tangled mess from their earlier explorations, now the only barrier between their bodies and the cool night.
Rohan's cock — hard again, thick and veined, pulsing with need — slid slowly along her slick folds, teasing the entrance with deliberate pressure. The wet glide was audible in the quiet — a soft, slippery sound that made her shiver. Both of them drenched, her arousal coating him, making every inch ready for what was coming.
He pressed forward just enough to part her slightly, the head nestling at her opening, hot and insistent against her warmth.
Both wet.
Ready.
He looked into her eyes — pleading, loving, the vulnerability in his gaze mixing with raw hunger, begging without words for her to let him in.
She felt him there — thick, hot, wanting, the blunt tip stretching her just a fraction, a promise of fullness that made her core clench involuntarily.
Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples hardened against the nighty fabric.
“No…” she whispered, hand pressing flat on his chest, fingers splayed against the firm muscle, feeling his heartbeat thunder under her palm. “Not now… please.”
The words were soft, conflicted — a last thread of resistance, guilt flickering in her eyes like a dying flame.
But Rohan knew the trick — the secret weakness he'd learned from the Aaravind past story about Nivi, the one spot that unraveled her.
He brought his face down swiftly, mouth latching onto her neck — the sensitive curve where pulse met skin.
Started sucking and licking — wet, hot tongue lapping in slow circles, teeth grazing lightly, lips pulling the flesh into his mouth with rhythmic suction.
The weak point.
He once mentioned it when Rohan offered him CEO posting for details on Nivi , but now he weaponized it — sucking harder, tongue flicking relentlessly, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core.
Nivi gasped — a sharp, involuntary sound — her body betraying her, arching into him as the sensation overwhelmed.
Her hand on his chest weakened, fingers curling into his skin instead of pushing.
His hips rocked down subtly, hand guiding his cock — continued to try its luck, nudging the entrance, slipping in just the tip amid her growing wetness.
The neck assault intensified — bites now, soft nips that made her moan low, throat vibrating under his mouth.
11:55 Pm same time in Chennai
Prem finally grabbed his courage…
He typed: I know you are brilliant but I'm sorry i was all myself…
He clicked enter..
11:55 Pm Bangalore
Rohan's thick, nerve-running penis finally entered her way — slow at first, the head breaching her tight warmth with a wet, sucking sound as her body yielded.
Nivi let out a big moan — loud, throaty, echoing in the room — that drowned out the faint WhatsApp notification ping from her phone on the nightstand.
The moan stretched — surprised, pleasured, conflicted — as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling her completely.
Nivi realised the thing which she didn't want is happening right away — the penetration, the fullness, the betrayal of her own body clenching around him.
She opened her mouth to say something — "Rohan, wait..." — but he brought his lips crashing down on hers in a lip-lock, swallowing her words, tongue invading deep and insistent.
Started moving his hips faster — thrusts controlled at first, but building, in and out with a steady rhythm.
In control — his body pinning hers, hands on her hips guiding the pace.
11.57 PM In Chennai
Prem typed a long paragraph
Typing deleting
Typing deleting — fingers hesitant, words not coming right.
Same time at Bangalore
Rohan didn't leave her mouth — it was a long kiss, tongues battling, muffling her moans as he drove deeper.
His penis solidly crushing the pathway that got tight all these years — the stretch burning sweet, her walls gripping him like velvet vice, every thrust parting her with a wet slap of skin on skin.
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He was pushing in, pushing out — deliberate, powerful strokes that made her body jolt with each entry.
12.10 Am In Chennai..
Prem was looking around the room, eyes landing on her belongings — her favorite saree folded on the chair, the photo of them on the dresser. He picked it up, kissed it softly.
Whispered, "How I missed you," to her image, heart full.
He thought — how about write one note on her and send to WhatsApp.. It would evoke nostalgia, his love letter hidden. Then surprise at party hall..
He wrote a long letter but unsatisfied, tore it into pieces — small shreds scattering on the bed like confetti.
In Bangalore at 12.10 AM
Rohan his hands up — tore her nighty into pieces with a rip, fabric giving way under his grip, he unbuttoned her bra and threw away.. exposing her bare skin under to the cool air.
Hungry, he bit her nipples hard — teeth grazing, pulling the hardened peaks into his mouth, sucking with fierce need while Nivi in ecstasy, her fingers scratching his hair, nails digging into scalp as waves of pleasure-pain shot through her.
All this while his penis still pounding her hard — relentless thrusts, skin slapping skin with wet, rhythmic sounds, the bed creaking under the force.
@ 12.13 In Chennai..
A strange feel Prem got — he thought he is going love again like in old days, he was jumping in bed joy, heart light, excited for her return.
In Bangalore..
As Rohan continues to pound her.. She stretched her leg more — opening wider, allowing him to go deep, her inner walls clenching around him with every plunge.
Her breasts are bouncing and dancing in the heat — full, fair globes jiggling with each powerful thrust, nipples hard and red from his bites.
12.20 In Chennai..
Prem finally resolute to send a big love message..
Love you Love you love you countless times messages keep coming like a machine gun — frantic, repetitive, flooding her chat.
12.20 Am In Bangalore
Rohan heard the frequent message...tone.. he realized it could be Prem.. But unsure the very thought kicked him — the idea of her husband sending something while he claimed her body — spurring him on.
He turned the deep fuck very fast.. He was storming her and pounding and raised the speed.. He was ramming now — hips slamming with force, the slap-slap-slap of flesh echoing under the sheet, bed shaking.
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Nivi started shouting in pain — sharp cries mixed with moans, body trembling as the intensity overwhelmed, pleasure edging into ache.
They came together — orgasm was big and loud.. She shattered around him, walls pulsing, milking him as he flooded her with hot release, groans muffled in her neck.
They suppressed the message again — bodies collapsing, breaths ragged, the phone's notifications lost in the aftermath.
The room was thick with the scent of their shared heat — musk and jasmine from her skin, the faint salt of sweat mingling in the air. The bedsheet rumpled beneath them, a tangled mess from their earlier explorations, now the only barrier between their bodies and the cool night.
Rohan's cock — hard again, thick and veined, pulsing with need — slid slowly along her slick folds, teasing the entrance with deliberate pressure. The wet glide was audible in the quiet — a soft, slippery sound that made her shiver. Both of them drenched, her arousal coating him, making every inch ready for what was coming.
He pressed forward just enough to part her slightly, the head nestling at her opening, hot and insistent against her warmth.
Both wet.
Ready.
He looked into her eyes — pleading, loving, the vulnerability in his gaze mixing with raw hunger, begging without words for her to let him in.
She felt him there — thick, hot, wanting, the blunt tip stretching her just a fraction, a promise of fullness that made her core clench involuntarily.
Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples hardened against the nighty fabric.
“No…” she whispered, hand pressing flat on his chest, fingers splayed against the firm muscle, feeling his heartbeat thunder under her palm. “Not now… please.”
The words were soft, conflicted — a last thread of resistance, guilt flickering in her eyes like a dying flame.
But Rohan knew the trick — the secret weakness he'd learned from the Aaravind past story about Nivi, the one spot that unraveled her.
He brought his face down swiftly, mouth latching onto her neck — the sensitive curve where pulse met skin.
Started sucking and licking — wet, hot tongue lapping in slow circles, teeth grazing lightly, lips pulling the flesh into his mouth with rhythmic suction.
The weak point.
He once mentioned it when Rohan offered him CEO posting for details on Nivi , but now he weaponized it — sucking harder, tongue flicking relentlessly, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core.
Nivi gasped — a sharp, involuntary sound — her body betraying her, arching into him as the sensation overwhelmed.
Her hand on his chest weakened, fingers curling into his skin instead of pushing.
His hips rocked down subtly, hand guiding his cock — continued to try its luck, nudging the entrance, slipping in just the tip amid her growing wetness.
The neck assault intensified — bites now, soft nips that made her moan low, throat vibrating under his mouth.
11:55 Pm same time in Chennai
Prem finally grabbed his courage…
He typed: I know you are brilliant but I'm sorry i was all myself…
He clicked enter..
11:55 Pm Bangalore
Rohan's thick, nerve-running penis finally entered her way — slow at first, the head breaching her tight warmth with a wet, sucking sound as her body yielded.
Nivi let out a big moan — loud, throaty, echoing in the room — that drowned out the faint WhatsApp notification ping from her phone on the nightstand.
The moan stretched — surprised, pleasured, conflicted — as he pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling her completely.
Nivi realised the thing which she didn't want is happening right away — the penetration, the fullness, the betrayal of her own body clenching around him.
She opened her mouth to say something — "Rohan, wait..." — but he brought his lips crashing down on hers in a lip-lock, swallowing her words, tongue invading deep and insistent.
Started moving his hips faster — thrusts controlled at first, but building, in and out with a steady rhythm.
In control — his body pinning hers, hands on her hips guiding the pace.
11.57 PM In Chennai
Prem typed a long paragraph
Typing deleting
Typing deleting — fingers hesitant, words not coming right.
Same time at Bangalore
Rohan didn't leave her mouth — it was a long kiss, tongues battling, muffling her moans as he drove deeper.
His penis solidly crushing the pathway that got tight all these years — the stretch burning sweet, her walls gripping him like velvet vice, every thrust parting her with a wet slap of skin on skin.
He was pushing in, pushing out — deliberate, powerful strokes that made her body jolt with each entry.
12.10 Am In Chennai..
Prem was looking around the room, eyes landing on her belongings — her favorite saree folded on the chair, the photo of them on the dresser. He picked it up, kissed it softly.
Whispered, "How I missed you," to her image, heart full.
He thought — how about write one note on her and send to WhatsApp.. It would evoke nostalgia, his love letter hidden. Then surprise at party hall..
He wrote a long letter but unsatisfied, tore it into pieces — small shreds scattering on the bed like confetti.
In Bangalore at 12.10 AM
Rohan his hands up — tore her nighty into pieces with a rip, fabric giving way under his grip, he unbuttoned her bra and threw away.. exposing her bare skin under to the cool air.
Hungry, he bit her nipples hard — teeth grazing, pulling the hardened peaks into his mouth, sucking with fierce need while Nivi in ecstasy, her fingers scratching his hair, nails digging into scalp as waves of pleasure-pain shot through her.
All this while his penis still pounding her hard — relentless thrusts, skin slapping skin with wet, rhythmic sounds, the bed creaking under the force.
@ 12.13 In Chennai..
A strange feel Prem got — he thought he is going love again like in old days, he was jumping in bed joy, heart light, excited for her return.
In Bangalore..
As Rohan continues to pound her.. She stretched her leg more — opening wider, allowing him to go deep, her inner walls clenching around him with every plunge.
Her breasts are bouncing and dancing in the heat — full, fair globes jiggling with each powerful thrust, nipples hard and red from his bites.
12.20 In Chennai..
Prem finally resolute to send a big love message..
Love you Love you love you countless times messages keep coming like a machine gun — frantic, repetitive, flooding her chat.
12.20 Am In Bangalore
Rohan heard the frequent message...tone.. he realized it could be Prem.. But unsure the very thought kicked him — the idea of her husband sending something while he claimed her body — spurring him on.
He turned the deep fuck very fast.. He was storming her and pounding and raised the speed.. He was ramming now — hips slamming with force, the slap-slap-slap of flesh echoing under the sheet, bed shaking.
Nivi started shouting in pain — sharp cries mixed with moans, body trembling as the intensity overwhelmed, pleasure edging into ache.
They came together — orgasm was big and loud.. She shattered around him, walls pulsing, milking him as he flooded her with hot release, groans muffled in her neck.
They suppressed the message again — bodies collapsing, breaths ragged, the phone's notifications lost in the aftermath.
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