Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang

[Suresh@123]

The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Kamal and Athidhi's spacious Mumbai apartment, casting a

warm glow over the king-sized bed where the couple had just finished a heated reconciliation. Athidhi's body

still tingled from Kamal's touch, her mind racing with the revelations of the past few hours. She had returned

from the island, her body marked by the rough encounters with Gupta and Rahul, but armed with their

incriminating videos—and her own bluff about having footage of Kamal ravishing Gupta's wife, Shailaja. It had

worked; she'd seized their files and fled back to her husband.

As they lay entangled, Kamal's phone buzzed on the nightstand. He glanced at the screen—Shailaja. Athidhi's

eyes widened as he answered, putting it on speaker without a word. Shailaja's voice was breathy, desperate:

"Kamal... I can't stop thinking about that night in Mumbai. Your hands on me, the way you made me scream...

Shall I meet you again tomorrow? For more? I haven't slept properly since, my body's aching for you."

Athidhi froze, her heart pounding. Betrayal stung, but as Kamal's eyes met hers, a wicked smile curved his

lips. He mouthed, "Trust me." To Shailaja, he replied smoothly, "Yes, come tomorrow afternoon. To my home.

There's a surprise waiting for you—one that'll make you beg even louder."

The call ended, and Athidhi's shock melted into a mix of jealousy and intrigue. Kamal pulled her close,

whispering his plan: a threesome, a way to turn the tables, to indulge and erase the secrets. After a tense

discussion, Athidhi nodded, her body igniting at the forbidden thrill






Fine," she murmured, "but make it unforgettable."

The next day arrived with electric anticipation. Kamal had prepared the apartment—dim lights, soft music, a

bottle of chilled wine on the coffee table. Athidhi wore a sheer red lingerie set that hugged her curves, her

long hair cascading down her back. She paced nervously, her mind flashing back to the island's wild nights,

but this time, she was in control.

The doorbell rang at exactly 2 PM. Kamal opened it, revealing Shailaja—stunning in a tight black dress that

accentuated her voluptuous figure, her dark eyes smoldering with lust. She stepped in, her heels clicking on

the marble floor, and immediately wrapped her arms around Kamal, pressing her full breasts against his

chest. "I've been dreaming of this," she purred, her lips brushing his ear. "Fuck me like last time, Kamal. Make

me yours again."

But as she leaned in for a kiss, her eyes caught movement in the living room. Athidhi stood there, arms

crossed, a sly smile on her face. Shailaja gasped, pulling back. "Athidhi? What... what's going on?"

Kamal chuckled, closing the door behind her. "The surprise, darling. My wife knows everything. About us in

Mumbai. And she's... intrigued. Aren't you, Athidhi?"

Athidhi stepped forward, her voice steady but laced with thrill. "I saw the video, Shailaja. The one where my

husband had you moaning like a whore on that hotel bed. But don't worry—I have my own secrets from the

island. Gupta and Rahul... they thought they could blackmail me, but I turned it around. Now, we're all in this

together. Or you can leave, and those videos go public."

Shailaja's face flushed, a mix of fear and arousal. She glanced at Kamal, who nodded encouragingly, his hand

already sliding down her back to cup her ass. "Stay," he whispered. "Let us show you how good this can be."

The air thickened with tension, the thrill of the unknown sending shivers through all three. Shailaja hesitated,

then bit her lip, her nipples hardening visibly through her dress. "Fine," she breathed. "But make it worth it."





Kamal led them to the bedroom, where candles flickered, casting shadows that danced on the walls. He

poured wine, and they sipped in awkward silence at first, the alcohol loosening inhibitions. Athidhi made the

first move, setting her glass down and approaching Shailaja. "You've had my husband," she said softly, her

fingers tracing Shailaja's collarbone. "Now, let's see what makes you so irresistible."

Shailaja trembled as Athidhi's hands roamed lower, unzipping her dress slowly. The fabric pooled at her feet,

revealing lacy black lingerie that barely contained her ample curves. Kamal watched, his cock stirring in his

pants, as Athidhi leaned in, their lips meeting in a tentative kiss. It deepened quickly, tongues exploring, soft

moans escaping Shailaja's throat. "Mmm... oh God, Athidhi... that feels..."

Kamal joined them, his strong hands on both women, pulling them toward the bed. He stripped off his shirt,

revealing his toned chest, and pushed Shailaja down gently. "Lie back," he commanded, his voice husky.

Athidhi climbed beside her, their bodies pressing together as Kamal knelt between Shailaja's legs, hooking

his fingers into her panties and sliding them off. Her pussy was already glistening, shaved smooth, begging

for attention.


He dove in without warning, his tongue flicking her clit, making her arch off the bed. "Ahhh! Kamal... yes, just

like that... oh fuck!" Shailaja moaned loudly, her hands gripping the sheets. Athidhi watched, her own arousal

building, then leaned over to suck on Shailaja's nipple, biting gently. Shailaja's cries grew louder, a thrilling

symphony: "Mmmph... Athidhi, suck harder... oh God, I'm so wet... don't stop!"


The room filled with the sounds of wet licks and gasps as Kamal ate Shailaja out, his fingers sliding inside her,

curling to hit her G-spot. She bucked against him, her body thrashing. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum... ahhh, yes!

Kamal, you bastard... make me cum!" Her orgasm hit like a wave, her moans echoing—deep, guttural,

"Ooooh... yesss... fuuuck!"—her juices coating his chin.


But they weren't done. Athidhi stripped fully now, her perky breasts and trimmed bush on display. She

straddled Shailaja's face, lowering herself. "Your turn to taste me," she demanded, thrilled by the power shift.

Shailaja, still panting from her climax, obeyed, her tongue lapping at Athidhi's folds eagerly. "Mmm... you

taste so sweet... oh, Athidhi..." Athidhi ground down, moaning in response: "Yes... lick me deeper... ahh,

Shailaja, you're good at this... mmmph!"


Kamal positioned himself behind Athidhi, his hard cock—thick and veined—pressing against her ass. He thrust

into her pussy from behind, filling her completely. Athidhi cried out, "Oh fuck, Kamal... yes, pound me while

she eats me... ahhh!" The bed creaked under the rhythm, Shailaja's muffled moans vibrating against Athidhi

as she licked and sucked.


They switched positions in a haze of lust, the thrill intensifying with each moment. Shailaja lay on her back,

legs spread wide, as Kamal entered her missionary style, his thrusts deep and deliberate. "Take it, Shailaja...

feel how hard you make me," he growled. She wrapped her legs around him, nails digging into his back.

"Harder... fuck me harder, Kamal! Ahhh... yes, right there... oh God, you're so big... mmmph!"


Athidhi knelt beside them, fingering herself as she watched, then joined by pinching Shailaja's nipples and

kissing her neck. Shailaja's moans turned frantic: "Don't stop... both of you... I'm yours... ahhh, fuck! I'm

cumming again... ooooh!" Her body convulsed, pussy clenching around Kamal's cock.


The climax built to a fever pitch. Kamal pulled out, positioning the women on their knees facing each other.

They kissed passionately, breasts pressing together, as he stroked himself. "Open your mouths," he ordered.

They did, tongues out, moaning in unison. He exploded, hot cum splattering their faces and chests. "Ahhh...

take it all... yes!" The women licked each other clean, their moans soft and satisfied: "Mmm... so good... oh,

Kamal..."


As they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the thrill lingered—the secrets shared, the boundaries shattered.

Athidhi whispered to Shailaja, "Welcome to our world." And in that moment, amid the heavy breathing and

lingering moans, they knew this was just the beginning.












To be continued........