Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang

[Suresh@123]

She relaxed a little and turned towards Rahul just as he kissed her.






It happened suddenly, his lips coming down on hers before she was prepared. She relaxed into it for a

second, eyes closed, and then seemed to suddenly catch herself and jerk away.

“I—I’m married,” she stammered.

“So?” Rahul said quietly.

Kamal felt my cock twitch. Something about the way Rahul discounted him so easily. He was disgusted at

himself, but he couldn’t deny how turned on he was.

Athidhi shook her head. “We can’t.” she sighed...





Rahul moved forward on the bed. “We can.” He kissed her again, and she moved back away from him, but his

lips followed her. When she broke away for the second time, she was panting, her face flushed. “We—Rahul I

like you but—”








He kissed her a third time, and this time he had her backed up against the wall. He kissed her hard, and then

kamal saw their cheeks move as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She groaned, a low sound of passion and

resignation, and stopped struggling.



Kamal leaned closer, his cock rock hard. ‘God, he was doing it. Another man was kissing my wife, right in

front of me.’ He thought. He was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He could see her relaxing

into the kiss, even starting to kiss him back a little.......








Athidhi was now aroused and her initial reluctance was gone. She felt Rahul's hands slid up to her breasts,

cupping her firm breasts and squeezing gently. She closed her eyes and savoured the pleasure his hands

were giving him.

Kamal blinked. They hadn’t talked about that—about touching and groping. He waited for her to stop him.



But Athidhi was kissing him hard. She made no attempt to break the kiss, this time. Not even when one hand

slid down her body to her leg and started stroking the bare skin of her thigh. She gave out a muffled moan as

she felt Rahul’s hands stoking the bare skin of her thigh. She wanted him to go higher up her thighs but he

wasn’t. She looked into his eyes questioningly. Rahul’s eyes were looking for approval.








Kamal watched as the hand slid up under her dress—He could actually see the outline of it as it rose up to her

inner thigh.

He shook his head in disbelief thinking, ‘This was going too far! Why wasn’t she stopping him?’

Rahul lifted his lips from hers for a second and Kamal thought that should be her cue. He thought she’d shake

her head and tell him to get off her, and he’d slink back to his room. But instead, she tilted her head back a

little, exposing her throat, and a whisper escaped her.



The laptop’s microphone was excellent. Her voice was low and husky, but Kamal still heard her say it. “Yes.”

Rahul smiled and his hand slid higher, his wrist pushing up the hem of her dress around her thighs. More and

more smooth skin appeared, and then he stopped and lifted his head in amazement. Athidhi flushed(shy) as

she realized what he’d felt...or rather, hadn’t felt. It took Kamal a second longer to get it.


And she before coming to Rahul she removed her inner and playing for her husband Kamal one hour back...

But now Rahul easily traced bare skin under her skirt.


















“No panties,” breathed Rahul. A sly smile spread across his face. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you? I’d have

to bring more stuff for you if you are going to thank me like this.”

‘No’, Kamal thought, ‘she took them off for me!!!’

But there was no reason for Rahul to think that. He didn’t know that Kamal was watching—he thought she

was cheating on her husband. As far as he knew, she was hot for him and had dressed accordingly.



‘And wasn’t that true, in a way? She did like him. And judging from her reaction to him touching her, it went a

lot further than like. That should make me angry’, Kamal thought. And it did make him angry... but the anger

was twisted together with something else, something even more powerful. Something that wanted to see

this thing go further and further and the hell with the consequences.

Athidi was staring up at him now, having slid down the wall a little so that she was partially under him. Her

mouth moved weakly, but she didn’t speak. Rahul’s hand started to slide around her hip, towards the front.

Towards her pussy.



Kamal thought that this game of theirs has gone far enough. He typed RED. But he hesitated, just before he

hit “Enter” to send it. ‘How far will she go, if I don’t stop it?’ His breathing was hot and tight, every muscle in

his body tense. His cock was harder than he’d ever felt it.

Rahul hiked the dress up higher and both he and Kamal gasped aloud as Athidhi's shaven pussy came into

view. He reached for it— “Stop.” It was firm and unequivocal. Athidi pushed herself up on her forearms. “Stop.

We can’t. I’m—married.”