Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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Chapter 90 – Bharath gets an unexpected gift - Affair !

The villa bedroom was bathed in the soft blue glow of moonlight coming through the open balcony doors. The sea waves crashed steadily outside — a rhythmic, hypnotic pulse that seemed to echo inside Mirnaa’s chest, syncing with her quickening heartbeat.

The thud sound calmed.

Bharath — still standing over her — smirked in the dim light.

Mirnaa shouted in panic — half-laugh, half-shock:

“My love… did your sleep gone?”
She smiled — breathless — eyes wide.
“Okay… you win… come…”

He sat on the bed — pulled her to his side — 
her body sliding against his, bikini-clad skin warm and soft.

He asked — voice low, intimate:
“Shall we turn off the light?”

She asked — curious, a little nervous:
“Why? We are speaking right…”

Bharath said — eyes locked on hers:
“No… this is something new. I guess you have not experienced it yet.”

Mirnaa tilted her head — intrigued.
“Is it so?”

Bharath nodded — serious.
“Yes.”

Before turning off — he looked at her.
She was just in bikini — tiny top barely containing her full breasts, high-cut bottoms hugging her hips, skin glowing in the moonlight.

An idea came to him — dark, hungry.
Why not we try it today…

He was not sure what the outcome of Noida meetings would be. He had just saved these 7 days for her. What if Aadharsh searched for him? What if Vikram escaped and came to recover her?

He decided to play emotion again.

She asked — noticing his sudden silence:
“What did you fear the dark ? For offing the light you said you will off the light and new experience.”

Bharath looked away — voice trembling slightly (acted perfectly):

“I suddenly reminded of something… 7 years back, in a resort me and Manya had our first sex… the memories hit me.”

Mirnaa’s eyes softened — concern flooding her face.
“You still love her…?”

He asked — quiet:
“Who is your first love?”
“Vikram,” she said instantly.
“You married your first love… that’s why you could not feel that.”

Mirnaa looked at his face for few minutes — heart aching for him.
She said — soft:
“Okay… let the light stay.”

Bharath shook his head — determined.
“No… I will off it. How long I have to run? Today I have you with me. I won’t run. I will stay with you. 
You will guide me. You will make me forget her.”

Mirnaa looked into his eyes — didn’t know what to say.
She said — voice gentle:
“If you feel so… do it. How do you want me to help you?”

She asked — innocent:
“What would happen when you switch off the light? that you fear”

He calmly said — voice cracking:
“So this is what happened… I will get panic. The day I first entered her was the night. The day which I lost was in similar night. When my father got to know about us — the news of her marriage came to her when we were having sex in dim light. My ex-wife who cheated with someone — I caught them in similar time, night time, when I entered bedroom saw them. After the court case — when me and my daughter sleeping in same bed — my ex-wife took daughter in same dim light. That’s how it is. 

So whenever I sleep in dim… my mind goes restless. The image of her keeps popping up — images of betrayal, images of hopelessness. Sexual urge when I had with Manya — that keeps ringing in my head.”


Bharath showed his trembling face — eyes glassy (glycerin timed perfectly).
Mirnaa caught his face — palms cupping his cheeks.
“I never knew you have such traumas…”

Bharath looked at her — vulnerable.
“Today when you are with me… I think I won’t have such terrible things. Let’s sleep hands on hands.” he said softly

Mirnaa kissed his cheeks strongly — released him.
“This is enough.”

He went and switched off the lights.

He went and switched off the lights.



The room plunged into pitch dark.
The ocean sound was there — louder now, filling the silence.
He slowly came to the bed .


IN NOIDA


The city lights spun above him.
Aadharsh appeared before the fallen Vikram.
The street lamp above him caused his eye to fumble — blocked by his own shadow — a dark silhouette looming like death itself.
Aadharsh’s voice cut through the night — low, venomous.
“You just a driver… how dare you to come between me.”

He brought a big rod down — iron, rusted at the edges — swinging it high to crush Vikram’s skull.
Vikram rolled swiftly to the side — the rod smashing concrete where his head had been a second ago — sparks flying, dust exploding upward.
His energy was intact — adrenaline burning through the alcohol haze.

He rose up — unsteady but determined.
The kick — half-drunk — all caused him to wobble — but he was determined to win him today.
His entire empire depended on it.

Aadharsh ran toward him with the rod — roaring.
Vikram rose — dodged the swing — and gave him a kick — boot slamming into Aadharsh’s knee.
Aadharsh staggered — rod dropping for a second.

Vikram knew he didn’t have much energy or stability to fight long.
He went into the room — stumbled through the doorway — searching for the pistol.
Aadharsh threw the rod — it hit the tube light instead — glass shattering — room plunging into sudden darkness.

Vikram fell on the floor — hands scrabbling blindly — searching for the gun.
Something cold got into his hand.




IN GOA


He boarded the bed — slowly moved his hand.
Mirnaa was searching for him — hand outstretched in the dark.


When both their hands met — an electric current passed through both of them.


Bharath — in the dim moonlight from balcony — searched her face and kissed her deep.

The kiss lasted — 20 minutes of slow, hungry exploration. Tongues tangling, lips sucking, soft moans swallowed. His hand cupped her face — thumb stroking her cheek — while the other slid to her waist, pulling her closer.

They finally parted — both breathing hard.
He said — voice husky:
“I won’t get images now.”

She said — soft:
“Good night… sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, darling,” he said.
But they both didn’t sleep — he knew.

5 minutes later — his body jerked — he purposely did it.
Mirnaa asked — worried:

“What happened?”
He said — quiet:
“Nothing.”

Mirnaa asked — concerned:
“Did you get any dreams back?”

He said:
“No… just sleep.”

Mirnaa then caught his hand and said:
“Let’s turn on light.”

He said:
“No… I’m determined. When you are with me — nothing can.”


Then after a pause he unleashed his Manipulation skill

“Maybe, Mirnaa… we should hug each other and sleep.”
Mirnaa knew she just had bra and panty on her.
But she didn’t say no.
He pulled her in for an embrace.

They hugged — his bare body against hers — her soft melons crushing against his chest — their lips tangling again.
After 10 minutes — she asked — voice trembling:

“I guess you got visual of someone , the trauma

Bharath said — hesitant:

“It was visual of Manya… her body… issue is…”

Have you ever tried to over come it?” Mirna asked

Bharath asked: why not i tried .. “If you won’t get mad — I would say.”


She asked:
“Tell me… I won’t get mad.”

Bharath said — hesitant:
“It was visual of Manya… her body… issue is…”

He didn’t complete.
Seeing his hesitation — Mirnaa asked:
“What happened?”

Bharath said — voice low:
“I get hard-on. I once wanted to have sex with a random girl I dated… but you know what happened? When I was about to kiss her — I just see Manya’s face. I even tried with few others — same result. And one of the girls… when I also penetrated her — I could see only Manya’s face.”

Mirnaa asked — soft:
“What many girls?”

Bharath said:
“I was intended to start a marital life… but at this kiss stage I used to drop. So all of that happened some 4 years back. But you are the only woman when I kissed that I got only your face registered. I could only see you. this is where my confidence of overcoming with you”

Mirnaa smiled — the pitch dark room — her white teeth glowed.
“Do you feel bad about me?” he asked.
“No… you are not. You tried — that’s it.”

he paused — then said — i guess there is one more reason why i could not see anyone when you kiss or hug me, :

“But after all this I must say it… I’m sexually attracted to you Mirnaa.”

The answer was something she didnt expect. 

He said  “There is a song of popular film… I will translate it in English.”, if you listen it could say my state,

Mirnaa listened.
Bharath said — husky:

“Will you love me if I tell truth?
Love is just adequate… lust is more.
Will you love me if I tell the truth?
Will you excuse me on the bed?”

Mirnaa knew the song — she felt shy.
She knew the hero sung that song, loves the heroine but sexual thoughts overpowers him
the poetic reference won her

Bharath asked — voice trembling:
“You still love me?” I know, knowing all this i strongly believe only you could help me..

She looked at his face in the dark.

He grabbed her hand — took it to his crotch over brief.
Mirnaa felt his cock — rock solid — thick, throbbing.
She took a breath.
“Bharath…”


She was panicked.
Bharath said — desperate:

“Wanted to tell you — this is how I feel for you now. And you are the only woman able to do it to me. I need your help badly. Very badly now.”
She asked — voice shaking:
“What? How you want me to help”

“I said right — the girl I dated once — I tried to penetrate — got Manya’s face. If you trust me… I just want to get rid of it.”
She asked — whisper:
“How?”
He hugged her — in her ear:

“Let me just insert you there once. I won’t move. Just once. Let me see if I get Manya’s face. If not — let me see your eyes. Let me register it. This night with you — I will finally leave it go — my fear, her face — forever. Mirnaa… no matter what — I want to see only you.”


he didn't wait for her answer


Bharath kissed her lips passionately — tongue deep, hungry, sweeping inside her mouth like he was claiming every corner. His lips were firm, insistent, sucking her lower lip between his teeth before releasing it with a soft, wet pop.


The kiss tasted of salt from the sea air and champagne from dinner — intoxicating, overwhelming.


Mirnaa didn’t process it yet — her mind still spinning from the ring, the pendant, the stories, the dark.

He yanked her panties in one go — fabric ripping slightly with a sharp, intimate tear.
Mirnaa realized — gasped — eyes flying wide in the dark.
“Bharath…”

“Just once…” he whispered against her mouth — voice rough, pleading.
 “One insert… one full minute. I’m inside you. I need to feel you… you too feel me and let them go — Manya and whatever girls. 
I just need you.”

His husky voice started occupying her — low, hypnotic, wrapping around her thoughts like smoke.
Bharath removed his brief — he was nude down there and she was as well.

He still hugged her — bodies flush — skin on skin — heat pouring between them.
“Mirnaa… trust me… I need to get rid of those faces”

He was chanting something in her ear — soft, hypnotic — words she barely registered, promises and pleas blending into the sound of waves.
His one hand placed his penis at her entrance — hot, thick, throbbing — rubbing slowly along her folds. He found the way — slick from her own arousal she hadn’t admitted yet.


His finger inserted first — slow, deliberate — stretching her gently. 
She jolted a bit — body tensing — she was not in a state to think clearly anymore.


After a few minutes of rubbing — circling her clit with his thumb while his finger curled inside — he finally entered her.
 
image: This is how he enters her

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The head pushed past her entrance — slow, relentless — stretching her open inch by inch.

Mirnaa’s body trembled — a full-body shiver.

She just realized what happened.
She said — panicked, voice cracking:
“Nooo… Bharath…”

Bharath kissed her lips — sealed them shut — tongue plunging deep to swallow her protest.

After lips departed — he said — breath ragged:

“Calm down… you are helping me. Let me be there still for few minutes.”

He inserted even deeper — hips rolling forward in one smooth thrust — filling her completely.
A moan came — involuntary — raw from her throat.

Bharath said — voice thick:
“Mirnaa… that’s what I wanted. Look at me. Look at my eyes. Help me register your face… your sound.”

She saw his eyes — even in the dark — the heat was something else — she missed it.

Bharath was so focused — he started moving in rhythm — slow at first, deep rolls of his hips, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in.




Mirnaa stumbled — moaned — hips lifting instinctively to meet him.

She didn’t realize her date was turning into a sexual affair night.
She lost the heat — gave in to it.

20 minutes of ultimate motion — steady, deep, building — Mirnaa started moaning loudly — broken, needy sounds.

He broke suddenly — to her surprise — he turned her properly on her back — widened her legs with strong hands — put her in missionary position.

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She herself spread her legs wide — thighs trembling — to accommodate him.
He started fucking.

Bharath picked up speed — hips slamming forward — cock driving deep, relentless.

She shouted:
“Aaaahh… ammeae… ayjjaaaa… Bharath… aaahaaahh…”


Her voice cracked — body arching off the bed — nails digging into his shoulders — legs locking around his waist.

He thrust harder — faster — skin slapping against skin — wet sounds filling the room — mixing with the waves outside.

He tore her bra — fabric ripping — breasts spilling free.

Mirnaa said — moaning, breathless:

“Bharath… we are already doing… why like an animal…”
Bharath — still fucking her — growled:

“That’s the issue — you never seen an animal fucking you. I’m your animal. I’m like this. Your husband never did like this — right?”

The word came from her — no — Bharath.

The word gave him additional energy — he fastened his movements — hips pistoning — cock hitting deep, relentless.

He pinched her nipples — hard — then started sucking — tongue swirling — teeth grazing — playing with them until they were swollen, red, sensitive.

30 minutes later — they both orgasmed.

Her body seized — back arching off the bed — a sharp cry tearing from her throat — walls clenching around him like a vice.

He groaned — deep, guttural — hips slamming one last time — spilling inside her — hot, raw, claiming.

He fell on her — nude — still cock inside her — pulsing with aftershocks.

He said — breathless, voice wrecked:
“I love you…”

She smiled — dazed, sated — little later she said — whisper:
“Love you too.”