Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang

[Suresh@123]

She stepped in to the shower..... as per Her husband requested she adjusted her laptop to view clearly and

Athidi went under the shower.....







               Fresh water was limited, so the showers were on a timer, she’d told him. Sixty seconds of water.

Sixty seconds of watching her naked body glisten as she turned and stretched her arms overhead, getting

every inch of her wet. Her breasts shone as they bounced and for a second, Kamal almost considered

stroking himself...but that would be weird, right? He found himself wishing there wasn’t a camera on his end,

so he could do it without her knowing. Kamal by looking his own wife's bathing nudely.... his organ get

hard. And kamal started stroking slowly but not reveling to his wife..




Kamal caught himself and reddened. This was his wife he was watching! He shouldn’t be thinking of her like

some slut on a website, and secretly jacking off to her!





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             The water stopped and she grabbed the bottle of shower gel. The idea was that you got wet, soaped

up and then used another sixty second blast of water to rinse off. Of course, while the water was off you were

left shivering and, as she frantically rubbed the shining green goo into her skin, Kamal could see her nipples

harden. Then she slapped her hand against the button again and gasped in relief as hot water crashed down

over her. This time Kamal was unable to stop his hand straying down to the front of his pants as he watched

her rub her breasts...and then, to his delight, one of her hands slipped down between her thighs.



Her eyes fluttered closed and, private for a moment, Kamal started to rub himself even as he watched her

begin to do the same. He couldn’t believe she was playing with herself, right in front of him. Had she

forgotten the camera was there, or was she doing it for his benefit? Either way, Kamal ate it up, staring

intently at the screen as her fingers played over her lips...and then slid between them.





After finishing her bath.... She trying to off the shower...

Too soon, the water switched off and she pulled her hand away, then grabbed for the towel.

But that time  Nitesh was so engaged to watching beauty and continue stroking

focused on what she was doing, he forgot to snatch his own hand away from his cock until it was too late.

She stared at the camera in amazement and then stepped closer. “Were you doing  hand job.. —”

Kamal flushed. “No!” he swallowed. “OK, a little. Sorry. You just looked so...hot!” So I did this.... Sorry...

Now she blushed. “Really?” she said shyly. She pulled the towel around herself. “OK. Um. I have to go.” And

she ended the call, without a kiss or an I love you.


For long minutes afterwards, Kamal was terrified. Had he angered her, or disappointed her? She’d known he

was watching...surely, she must have guessed what he’d be tempted to do? On the other hand, it was the

first time he’d ever watched her play with herself—had he freaked her out?



After he thinking like that...... Already evening..... came.... Then.... Athidhi open the laptop and..

She sent him an instant message later that evening. “  I think you liked me watching. I think. Want to watch

me again sometime?”

Kamal with a beaming smile sent back, YES!!!


Each and everything has been clearly viewing by her hubby....


Dream of hubby:
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       The morning light danced through the blinds, casting a series of sharp lines across the tiled floor.Athidi

stood in the centre; her breaths heavy from the exertion of her run. Her hair clung to her damp forehead as

she reached for the towel hanging from the rack. With a swift motion, she wiped the sweat from her face, the

fabric leaving a trail of coolness in its wake.


Her eyes fell on the mirror, reflecting an image of a woman flushed with the warmth of exertion. The

tightness of her skin spoke of the effort she had put into her jog, and she couldn't help but admire the way

her muscles rippled under her smooth, moist surface. Her hand travelled down to the zipper of her tracksuit,

tracing the line that separated the fabric from her bare flesh.





             



With deliberate slowness, Athidi began to peel the suit away from her body. She revelled in the sensation of

cool air against her heated skin. The garment pooled around her ankles, and she stepped out of it, standing

in nothing but her sports bra and panties. The material clung to her curves, outlining the firmness of her

thighs and the roundness of her buttocks. A smirk played on her lips as she reached behind to unhook her

bra, letting it fall to the floor and free her breasts. They bounced gently with the motion, their tips already

peaked with arousal.






The showerhead hissed to life, spraying warm water over the glass enclosure. Steam began to fill the room,

fogging the mirror and blurring the edges of her reflection. She stepped into the embrace of the water,

feeling it cascade down her back and run in rivulets down her legs. The heat washed over her, relaxing her

muscles and heightening her senses. Taking the bar of soap from the shelf, she began to lather her body. Her

hands moved in lazy circles, starting at her neck and shoulders, savouring the slickness against her skin.




Her breasts were next, the soap gliding over her firm mounds with a gentle touch. She took her time, her

thumbs flicking over her nipples, watching as they grew harder under her ministrations. The sensation sent a

delicious shiver down her spine, making her legs quiver. With a low moan, she allowed the soap to slip lower,

her stomach muscles tensing in anticipation. The scent of lavender filled the air, mixing with the faint aroma

of sweat and the sweet, musky scent of her arousal.


Her hand slid down her flat stomach, tracing the line of her pussy. which already wet with desire, and she felt

her clit swollen with need. Taking a deep breath, she began to massage herself, her movements slow and

deliberate. The water pattered against her skin like a soft drumbeat, echoing the rhythm of her own pulse.

The heat from the shower enveloped her, adding to the building tension between her legs.

Her eyes widened in shock when the shower door slid open. In the steam-filled room, a fully nude muscular

man stepped in. His skin was slick with water, and his eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent a bolt of

excitement through her. Athidi's hand froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt the sudden intrusion

like a jolt of electricity, the tension in the room shifting from one of solo pleasure to one of shared,

heightened desire.





The man's gaze raked over her body, lingering on the spot between her legs where she had been playing. A

smouldering smile spread across his face, and he took a step closer, his foot splashing in the pooling water.

She could see the outline of his arousal growing against his muscular thigh. His movements were purposeful,

unhurried, and Athidi felt her own anticipation spiral higher.

Her eyes remained locked on his, the surprise giving way to curiosity. His thumb traced her lower lip, and she

felt her mouth open slightly, inviting his touch. He took advantage, his hand sliding down to her chin and

tilting her head back. The water continued to cascade around them, muffling the world outside and leaving

them in a cocoon of heat and steam. His other hand found her wrist, guiding it away from her body.

He stepped closer, the warmth of his body pressing against hers. His erection brushed against her thigh,

sending a jolt of desire through her. Without breaking eye contact, the man took the soap from her hand and

began to lather her body with the same slow, methodical strokes she had been using. His touch was firm but

gentle, sending shivers down her spine as he explored every curve and contour.



Athidi's breaths grew heavier as his thumb traced her bottom lip, and she felt the urge to bite it, to claim

some semblance of control in this unexpected situation. But she didn't. Instead, she parted her lips and took

a shallow breath, the steam swirling around them as the tension grew.
         


The man leaned in, his eyes dark with lust, and claimed her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue slid

against hers, the soap from her hand mixing with the taste of him. The kiss was hungry, a declaration of

intent that sent a tremor through her body. Her hand, now free, found its way to his chest, feeling the

strength beneath the slick skin. His muscles rippled under her touch, and she realized with a jolt that she had

missed this – the feeling of power and masculinity, the scent of a man's desire.

Athidi's right hand hypnotically moved closer to his thick manhood. She watched the scene unfold in the

foggy mirror, as if it was being played out in slow motion. Her fingers closed around his shaft, the soap

making the contact smoother, more erotic. She began to stroke him, her movements matching the rhythm of

his kiss. The soap bubbles danced around his cock, catching the light from the shower and casting

shimmering reflections on the tiles.



                   His hand slid from her chin to the back of her neck, holding her in place as his kiss grew more

insistent. The sensation of his hardness in her grip was exhilarating, a silent symphony of passion that played

in sync with the pounding of the shower. His hips rocked gently against her palm, urging her to go faster,

harder. The water cascading over them added to the rhythm, a natural crescendo to their silent melody.

Athidi's eyes never left his in the mirror, the reflection of their bodies intertwined like a living painting of lust.

Her strokes grew more confident, her hand moving in a sensual dance as the soap created a slick, erotic

barrier between her skin and his. The water droplets caught on the tip of his cock, glistening like jewels in the

soft light. Her own arousal was palpable, her breaths coming in ragged gasps that matched the tempo of her

hand. The background was slowly getting brighter by each passing moment.



Even when it was getting harder to clearly see one can hear the man's moans which grew louder, vibrating in

her mouth as his kisses grew more urgent. His hand left her neck to cup her breast, squeezing gently as his

thumb circled her nipple. The dual sensations sent waves of pleasure through her, making her legs quiver and

her core tighten. She could feel his cock swell in her grip, and she knew he was close. His hips began to buck,

pushing into her hand with increasing desperation. And then there was a blinding white light and Kamal

woke up from his sleep glistening with sweat and a raging hard on.



Kamal thought.... Ohh... God.... This is a dream.    He got some relief but under his pants a big hard on he felt.. .....

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