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UPDATE 21
That night, as Adhi was returning home by bus, she kept replaying in her mind what had happened just a short while ago — the fear she had felt, and the intense desire that had overtaken her. A strange mixture of pleasure and guilt washed over her as she reached home.
In the following days, both she and Velu could clearly sense that their relationship was slowly but steadily progressing. Even though Adhi tried to postpone actual intercourse as much as possible, thinking “Let it happen when it happens, or maybe it never will,” she realized that these heated foreplays alone were giving her an intoxicating level of pleasure.
There were a few days when the workload at the office was so heavy that they barely had any time for mischief. During one such busy period, Velu once asked to see her navel. Without thinking much, Adhi did something she had never done before. When she came out, she was shocked at herself — wondering how she could have done that.
One day, while Adhi was showing some files to Velu and getting his signature on an important document, the office assistant (OA) walked in. The OA placed the paper on the table and stood waiting for Velu to sign. Since the OA was now standing on the other side of the table, Adhi had to move slightly closer to Velu’s side.
It was one of those periods when important work left no room for mischief. Almost an entire week had passed without any naughty acts. The moment Velu saw Adhi standing so close again, he lost control for a second. After quickly signing the paper and handing it over to the OA, he suddenly reached out and squeezed Adhi’s plump ass cheek hard.
The OA, completely unaware, took the signed paper and left.
Adhi stood there stunned. Her husband Ravi had never once squeezed her ass like that. But today, Velu had done it.
Since it was still office hours, Adhi couldn’t stand there for long. She quickly said, “Sir, that’s enough. I’ll leave now,” and started to move away.
Smack! Velu gave her ass a sharp, loud slap.
Adhi turned back, glared at him angrily, and walked away rubbing her stinging butt cheek.
Even though these naughty office games felt exciting and pleasurable during the day, the crushing guilt that hit her every night when she lay beside her husband never faded. The crying continued.
One day, Adhi came to the office wearing a white salwar kameez with floral prints. Everyone in the office teased her, saying, “Adhi, when we see you in a saree you look mature and beautiful, but today in this salwar you look at least ten years younger!” They laughed and added, “In this entire office, Adhi is the most beautiful… and after her comes the new girl, Krithika.”
Velu was completely stunned when he saw her that day. The last time he had seen Adhi in a salwar was years ago, back when she was still at her father’s house. He had gone there to speak in support of Ravi when they were arranging the marriage. Back then, a shy and scared Adhi had only peeked at him from a distance, afraid of her father.
Now, more than ten years later, Adhi was a mother and a married woman. Yet her body hadn’t gained much weight — just a soft, light layer of flesh in all the right places, making her look even more sensual.
Velu kept calling her into his cabin that day on one pretext or another, just to admire her. Adhi clearly understood what he was doing.
At one point, he deliberately dropped a paper on the floor and asked her to pick it up. Adhi smiled knowingly. She slowly pulled the dupatta up to her neck, bent down deliberately, and picked up the paper. As she did so, Velu got a clear view of her deep cleavage and the upper part of her yellowish breasts peeking from inside the salwar. He was mesmerized.
That evening, after office hours, Velu asked her to meet him.
Adhi replied that she would only be free until 7 PM and told him to do whatever he wanted before that — but without actual intercourse.
At 5:30 PM, Velu called her to his cabin again.
“Oh god… what’s gotten into him today?” she muttered as she walked in.
Velu was on a phone call. He suddenly pulled her close, made her sit on the chair next to him, and while continuing his conversation, asked her to note down some points on his laptop. As she typed, he stood right beside her, running his hands over her body, caressing her back and doing all sorts of naughty things.
His hand slowly traveled from her neck down into her salwar. Adhi tried to stop him as much as she could, but Velu begged and pleaded. Eventually, without waiting for full permission, he slipped his hand inside her salwar and bra, grabbed her breasts roughly, and squeezed them like he was extracting juice from a bunch of gbangs. He rolled and pinched her nipples between his fingers. Adhi melted completely under his touch.
After office hours, once everyone had left, Adhi entered Velu’s room. The moment she stepped inside, Velu locked the door with the digital lock and pulled her into his arms. He started kissing her deeply, mouth to mouth, and continued with intense foreplay.
As he pressed against her, his hard, throbbing cock kept poking against her body dominantly. Adhi was wearing a thin white salwar bottom, almost like a soft cloth. Every time his thick weapon rubbed against her pussy over the fabric, it made her wetter and wetter. She started trembling.
When she was completely lost in pleasure, Velu lifted her salwar top and pulled it off over her head. In the process, her mangalsutra (thali) got caught and came halfway up her neck. Adhi, with her eyes closed in ecstasy, didn’t notice. Velu held the sacred chain in his hands for a moment.
This was the same thali that he himself had handed over eleven years ago for Ravi to tie around Adhi’s neck. Now, it was in Velu’s hands. After a brief thought, he gently placed it back around her neck properly.
Her salwar lay on the floor. Her breasts were slightly spilling out of her bra, with the mangalsutra resting over them. The sight drove Velu wild with lust.
He turned her around, pressed her breasts over her bra from behind, and kissed her back. Then he pulled down his own pants and underwear, took out his thick cock, and placed it directly on top of her salwar-covered pussy, right against her entrance. An electric shock ran through both their bodies.
Velu began rubbing and grinding his hard cock against her soft salwar, exactly over her wet pussy lips. As he kept thrusting over the fabric, Adhi’s cunt started flowing heavily. Her moans grew louder and louder.
Her juices soaked through her panty, then through her salwar bottom, and even made Velu’s underwear and cock wet. She was dripping like a broken dam.
Velu continued grinding relentlessly and made Adhi cum twice. Her legs shook violently. Her calves trembled. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she collapsed to the floor after her second orgasm.
She still hadn’t had full intercourse with him, but she felt almost the same deep satisfaction as if she had.
After that day, the pleasure became addictive for her. Their naughty acts in the office gradually crossed more boundaries. Even so, Adhi still refused to go all the way. As a small token of gratitude for all the pleasure Velu was giving her, he asked if he could see her bare breasts directly and if she would kiss his cock just once.
Adhi kept refusing.
For one whole week, every time Velu kissed her, squeezed her breasts, or played with her navel, he kept asking for the same thing. Adhi continued to say no.
Then came a Friday night. When Ravi tried to have sex with Adhi, he performed poorly as usual. Adhi felt disappointed and sexually frustrated.
The next day, she went to the office still carrying that frustration. Velu’s usual naughty touches made her even hornier. Because her husband had failed the previous night, she was already on edge. Every time Velu touched her, she burned hotter.
That evening, after work, as they were deeply engaged in their usual foreplay, Velu asked for his wish again.
Adhi, trembling with unbearable desire, whispered in a soft, intoxicated voice:
“Okay…”
“Adhi… really?”
“Yes…” she replied, drunk with lust.
“You… your breasts…”
“Yes…”
“And for me…?”
“It’s okay, sir…” she said again, breathing heavily.
Velu stopped pressing her breasts over the saree. He pulled her pallu off and threw it down. He pushed her against the wall.
He removed her entire saree, leaving her in just her blouse and petticoat, and admired her lustfully. Then he kissed her lips.
One by one, he unhooked her blouse hooks. When the last hook was undone…
“Sir… sir… I’m feeling very shy. If you have any cloth, please tie my eyes,” she said.
Velu did exactly that.
With her eyes blindfolded, he unhooked the final hook of her blouse, opened it completely, and looked at her bra. Adhi was squirming with embarrassment.
He moved his hands to her back and unhooked her bra, one hook at a time. When the last hook was released and the bra fell open, Velu’s heart was pounding wildly.
He gave the bra one strong pull.
The treasure he had been craving for so long was finally revealed.
His hands trembled for the first time as he stared at her naked breasts.
“Adhi… Adhi…”
“Hmm… sir?”
“Just one pull…”
“I’m so nervous…”
“Hmm… sir…”
“Shall I remove the bra, ma?”
“Adhi…”
“Adhi…”
“Tell me, Adhi… Shall I take off the bra?”
Lost in pleasure and abandoning her shyness, Adhi whispered softly:
“Remove it, sir…”
Velu held the bra and slowly pulled it forward.
That was it… just one more pull. His hands were shaking with extreme excitement. Suddenly, he gave one hard tug.
“Ahh…” A soft moan escaped Adhi’s lips.
The bra was now in Velu’s hands.
The cool AC air directly kissed her bare breasts and hardened nipples. The sensation of the cold air on her exposed tits made her nipples stiffen into tight buds.
Holding the bra in his hand, Velu stared at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen — even in his dreams.
There she stood, blindfolded, wearing only her petticoat, blouse open, bra in his hand, exposing her breasts to a man who was not her husband — in fact, the very man who had arranged her marriage. Her nipples were erect and swollen with arousal.
The moment he saw those perfect breasts, Velu couldn’t control himself any longer.
He quickly removed his pants and underwear, threw them aside, and moved closer. He grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed them hard. He bit them, licked and sucked her nipples until they were dripping with his saliva, switching from one breast to the other, sucking, biting, and kneading them mercilessly.
Adhi’s pussy flooded with fresh juices.
Then Velu asked for his second wish. Adhi, completely lost in lust, agreed to that too.
Velu sat on the chair and made her kneel in front of him. He brought his thick, hard cock close to her face and said, “Kiss it, Adhi.”
Because her eyes were blindfolded, she moved her head slightly and gave a few shy kisses. Velu then placed his cock directly on her lips and started rubbing it against them.
He pressed firmly. His cock hit her teeth.
“Adhi… please… I’m so horny… open your mouth a little, Adhi… please…”
Adhi shook her head, refusing.
Velu begged again and again.
When she still refused, he decided not to force her further and started to pull his cock away from her lips.
But then, to his complete shock…
Adhi suddenly opened her mouth wide and took his cock inside.
She started sucking him.
Velu closed his eyes in pure ecstasy as Adhi’s warm, wet mouth worked on his cock. She sucked him deeply, saliva dripping down his shaft.
Exactly at 7 PM, Adhi’s alarm rang. She immediately stopped sucking and told him to put his pants back on.
With no choice, Velu agreed.
They both adjusted their clothes and left the office.
Later that day, after informing Velu and taking permission, Adhi left for home.
Meanwhile, at the bus stand, the office peon Mariappan (also called Marimuthu) was waiting to board the bus.
Dark clouds suddenly gathered and the sky turned gloomy. Without warning, it started raining heavily — splat, splat, splat. What began as light drizzle quickly turned into a downpour.
“Damn it… the bus hasn’t come yet, and now it’s raining like crazy. Even without rain, it takes so long to reach home in this traffic. With this rain, God knows when I’ll get there…”
Marimuthu was getting restless.
“Gurusamy Iyer is supposed to give my wife the second stage of treatment tonight. My wife insisted I must be there with her. She was very firm about it. If I get late, she’ll definitely scream at me…”
“It’s okay if she scolds me, but if Gurusamy Iyer has to wait because of me, it won’t look respectful. During the first stage of treatment, I wasn’t with her and she was already upset. Today, Iyer has promised to give her both medicine and treatment. He even said this particular day is very important — if we have sex after this treatment, there’s a higher chance of her getting pregnant.”
“During the first stage, because I wasn’t there, my wife got really angry and said all sorts of things. She told me the treatment was very uncomfortable for her. Apparently, this kind of treatment should be done with the husband present…”
“If I’m not there, my wife won’t agree to the second stage. And Gurusamy Iyer is leaving for another town tonight. He has to finish the treatment by 9 PM so he can leave and reach his place by morning.”
Standing in the heavy rain, Marimuthu kept thinking about what to do while waiting for the bus.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was his wife, Jothi.
“Hello…”
“Hey… where are you? Have you reached or not? It’s raining heavily here.”
“I’m still at the bus stand, dear. I left half an hour early. I thought I’d make it on time.”
“Wait… I hear someone knocking on the door…”
“Oh… Gurusamy Iyer has arrived!”
“Tell him politely to wait. I’ll reach on time. The bus should be here any minute.”
“Do whatever you want, but if you don’t come on time, just wait and see…” Jothi snapped and cut the call.
Because of the heavy rain, the buses were badly delayed. There was a massive traffic jam a short distance away, and the bus was stuck in it. The rain was pouring heavily everywhere, worsening the traffic.
After hearing this, Marimuthu wondered what to do. He approached an auto driver and asked, but the man demanded ₹1000 because of the rain. Marimuthu refused and walked away.
His phone rang again. This time it was Gurusamy Iyer speaking from his wife’s phone.
“Hello…”
“Hey, it’s me. It’s raining heavily everywhere. I have to leave for another town tomorrow morning. I can only do the treatment for your wife tonight. If we miss today, we’ll have to wait until next month. And next month, I might not be in town on the right day.”
“Your wife is refusing to do the treatment without you. Last time she was very stubborn. How can I do the treatment without touching her? This is varma treatment — it requires physical contact. How can I treat her without touching? You’ve seen many doctors before, right? Why are you making it so difficult?”
“She said she’ll only feel comfortable and brave if you are present.”
“Now you’re saying you’ll be late…”
“So tell me, what should I do now?”
“Iyer, please give the phone to my wife…”
“Yes…”
“Listen, Jothi…”
“What?”
“It’s really raining heavily and the bus is delayed. Even the auto is asking for ₹1000. How can he treat you without touching? I’ll come as fast as I can. Shall I tell him to start the treatment?”
“Ugh… I don’t know… His hands are touching me here and there… I’m feeling very shy. If you were here, I’d feel braver… more confident.”
“I understand, dear…”
“But right now we have to adjust to the situation.”
“Okay… I’ll take the auto and come. Even if it costs ₹1000, let it be.”
“You will come, right?”
“I’m agreeing only because you said you’ll come…”
“Come soon, okay?”
“I’m coming, dear…”
“Okay… Give the phone back to Iyer.”
“Yes…”
“Iyer, my wife has agreed. You can start the treatment. I’m on my way…”
“Hmm… Alright.”
Marimuthu went straight to the auto driver and agreed to ₹1000. But the driver now demanded ₹1500. With time running out, Marimuthu had no choice but to agree. He got into the auto and left.
Traffic was terrible everywhere. The vehicles were barely moving. Even when he took alternate routes, he kept getting stuck in jams again.
By now, it was already 9:30 PM.
After somehow crossing most of the traffic, he thought he would reach home in another half an hour.
His wife must be very angry by now. It was 9:30 already. Gurusamy Iyer might have left. Hopefully, the treatment for his wife would have gone well. But why wasn’t she picking up his calls? Even Iyer wasn’t answering.
Finally, when he was very close to home, his wife called.
“Hello… Why weren’t you picking up the phone?”
“It was during the treatment… And then the power went off. They said it will only come back in the morning.”
“Please buy some candles on your way.”
“Also, buy good soap and shampoo for Iyer to bathe…”
“What? Has Iyer still not left?”
“Yes… During the treatment the power went off. While he was massaging me, the oil spilled on both him and me. So I made him take a bath…”
“Oh… sorry. I mean… I already bathed. Tell him it’s for him.”
“Okay ma… I’ll buy and come.”
Marimuthu got down from the auto, paid ₹1500, and even gave an extra ₹200 when the driver complained about the long struggle. He bought the candles, soap, and shampoo as his wife asked, and as he neared his house, he heard a loud bus horn.
The very bus he was supposed to take had just arrived at the bus stand right opposite to where he was getting down.
That night, as Adhi was returning home by bus, she kept replaying in her mind what had happened just a short while ago — the fear she had felt, and the intense desire that had overtaken her. A strange mixture of pleasure and guilt washed over her as she reached home.
In the following days, both she and Velu could clearly sense that their relationship was slowly but steadily progressing. Even though Adhi tried to postpone actual intercourse as much as possible, thinking “Let it happen when it happens, or maybe it never will,” she realized that these heated foreplays alone were giving her an intoxicating level of pleasure.
There were a few days when the workload at the office was so heavy that they barely had any time for mischief. During one such busy period, Velu once asked to see her navel. Without thinking much, Adhi did something she had never done before. When she came out, she was shocked at herself — wondering how she could have done that.
One day, while Adhi was showing some files to Velu and getting his signature on an important document, the office assistant (OA) walked in. The OA placed the paper on the table and stood waiting for Velu to sign. Since the OA was now standing on the other side of the table, Adhi had to move slightly closer to Velu’s side.
It was one of those periods when important work left no room for mischief. Almost an entire week had passed without any naughty acts. The moment Velu saw Adhi standing so close again, he lost control for a second. After quickly signing the paper and handing it over to the OA, he suddenly reached out and squeezed Adhi’s plump ass cheek hard.
The OA, completely unaware, took the signed paper and left.
Adhi stood there stunned. Her husband Ravi had never once squeezed her ass like that. But today, Velu had done it.
Since it was still office hours, Adhi couldn’t stand there for long. She quickly said, “Sir, that’s enough. I’ll leave now,” and started to move away.
Smack! Velu gave her ass a sharp, loud slap.
Adhi turned back, glared at him angrily, and walked away rubbing her stinging butt cheek.
Even though these naughty office games felt exciting and pleasurable during the day, the crushing guilt that hit her every night when she lay beside her husband never faded. The crying continued.
One day, Adhi came to the office wearing a white salwar kameez with floral prints. Everyone in the office teased her, saying, “Adhi, when we see you in a saree you look mature and beautiful, but today in this salwar you look at least ten years younger!” They laughed and added, “In this entire office, Adhi is the most beautiful… and after her comes the new girl, Krithika.”
Velu was completely stunned when he saw her that day. The last time he had seen Adhi in a salwar was years ago, back when she was still at her father’s house. He had gone there to speak in support of Ravi when they were arranging the marriage. Back then, a shy and scared Adhi had only peeked at him from a distance, afraid of her father.
Now, more than ten years later, Adhi was a mother and a married woman. Yet her body hadn’t gained much weight — just a soft, light layer of flesh in all the right places, making her look even more sensual.
Velu kept calling her into his cabin that day on one pretext or another, just to admire her. Adhi clearly understood what he was doing.
At one point, he deliberately dropped a paper on the floor and asked her to pick it up. Adhi smiled knowingly. She slowly pulled the dupatta up to her neck, bent down deliberately, and picked up the paper. As she did so, Velu got a clear view of her deep cleavage and the upper part of her yellowish breasts peeking from inside the salwar. He was mesmerized.
That evening, after office hours, Velu asked her to meet him.
Adhi replied that she would only be free until 7 PM and told him to do whatever he wanted before that — but without actual intercourse.
At 5:30 PM, Velu called her to his cabin again.
“Oh god… what’s gotten into him today?” she muttered as she walked in.
Velu was on a phone call. He suddenly pulled her close, made her sit on the chair next to him, and while continuing his conversation, asked her to note down some points on his laptop. As she typed, he stood right beside her, running his hands over her body, caressing her back and doing all sorts of naughty things.
His hand slowly traveled from her neck down into her salwar. Adhi tried to stop him as much as she could, but Velu begged and pleaded. Eventually, without waiting for full permission, he slipped his hand inside her salwar and bra, grabbed her breasts roughly, and squeezed them like he was extracting juice from a bunch of gbangs. He rolled and pinched her nipples between his fingers. Adhi melted completely under his touch.
After office hours, once everyone had left, Adhi entered Velu’s room. The moment she stepped inside, Velu locked the door with the digital lock and pulled her into his arms. He started kissing her deeply, mouth to mouth, and continued with intense foreplay.
As he pressed against her, his hard, throbbing cock kept poking against her body dominantly. Adhi was wearing a thin white salwar bottom, almost like a soft cloth. Every time his thick weapon rubbed against her pussy over the fabric, it made her wetter and wetter. She started trembling.
When she was completely lost in pleasure, Velu lifted her salwar top and pulled it off over her head. In the process, her mangalsutra (thali) got caught and came halfway up her neck. Adhi, with her eyes closed in ecstasy, didn’t notice. Velu held the sacred chain in his hands for a moment.
This was the same thali that he himself had handed over eleven years ago for Ravi to tie around Adhi’s neck. Now, it was in Velu’s hands. After a brief thought, he gently placed it back around her neck properly.
Her salwar lay on the floor. Her breasts were slightly spilling out of her bra, with the mangalsutra resting over them. The sight drove Velu wild with lust.
He turned her around, pressed her breasts over her bra from behind, and kissed her back. Then he pulled down his own pants and underwear, took out his thick cock, and placed it directly on top of her salwar-covered pussy, right against her entrance. An electric shock ran through both their bodies.
Velu began rubbing and grinding his hard cock against her soft salwar, exactly over her wet pussy lips. As he kept thrusting over the fabric, Adhi’s cunt started flowing heavily. Her moans grew louder and louder.
Her juices soaked through her panty, then through her salwar bottom, and even made Velu’s underwear and cock wet. She was dripping like a broken dam.
Velu continued grinding relentlessly and made Adhi cum twice. Her legs shook violently. Her calves trembled. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she collapsed to the floor after her second orgasm.
She still hadn’t had full intercourse with him, but she felt almost the same deep satisfaction as if she had.
After that day, the pleasure became addictive for her. Their naughty acts in the office gradually crossed more boundaries. Even so, Adhi still refused to go all the way. As a small token of gratitude for all the pleasure Velu was giving her, he asked if he could see her bare breasts directly and if she would kiss his cock just once.
Adhi kept refusing.
For one whole week, every time Velu kissed her, squeezed her breasts, or played with her navel, he kept asking for the same thing. Adhi continued to say no.
Then came a Friday night. When Ravi tried to have sex with Adhi, he performed poorly as usual. Adhi felt disappointed and sexually frustrated.
The next day, she went to the office still carrying that frustration. Velu’s usual naughty touches made her even hornier. Because her husband had failed the previous night, she was already on edge. Every time Velu touched her, she burned hotter.
That evening, after work, as they were deeply engaged in their usual foreplay, Velu asked for his wish again.
Adhi, trembling with unbearable desire, whispered in a soft, intoxicated voice:
“Okay…”
“Adhi… really?”
“Yes…” she replied, drunk with lust.
“You… your breasts…”
“Yes…”
“And for me…?”
“It’s okay, sir…” she said again, breathing heavily.
Velu stopped pressing her breasts over the saree. He pulled her pallu off and threw it down. He pushed her against the wall.
He removed her entire saree, leaving her in just her blouse and petticoat, and admired her lustfully. Then he kissed her lips.
One by one, he unhooked her blouse hooks. When the last hook was undone…
“Sir… sir… I’m feeling very shy. If you have any cloth, please tie my eyes,” she said.
Velu did exactly that.
With her eyes blindfolded, he unhooked the final hook of her blouse, opened it completely, and looked at her bra. Adhi was squirming with embarrassment.
He moved his hands to her back and unhooked her bra, one hook at a time. When the last hook was released and the bra fell open, Velu’s heart was pounding wildly.
He gave the bra one strong pull.
The treasure he had been craving for so long was finally revealed.
His hands trembled for the first time as he stared at her naked breasts.
“Adhi… Adhi…”
“Hmm… sir?”
“Just one pull…”
“I’m so nervous…”
“Hmm… sir…”
“Shall I remove the bra, ma?”
“Adhi…”
“Adhi…”
“Tell me, Adhi… Shall I take off the bra?”
Lost in pleasure and abandoning her shyness, Adhi whispered softly:
“Remove it, sir…”
Velu held the bra and slowly pulled it forward.
That was it… just one more pull. His hands were shaking with extreme excitement. Suddenly, he gave one hard tug.
“Ahh…” A soft moan escaped Adhi’s lips.
The bra was now in Velu’s hands.
The cool AC air directly kissed her bare breasts and hardened nipples. The sensation of the cold air on her exposed tits made her nipples stiffen into tight buds.
Holding the bra in his hand, Velu stared at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen — even in his dreams.
There she stood, blindfolded, wearing only her petticoat, blouse open, bra in his hand, exposing her breasts to a man who was not her husband — in fact, the very man who had arranged her marriage. Her nipples were erect and swollen with arousal.
The moment he saw those perfect breasts, Velu couldn’t control himself any longer.
He quickly removed his pants and underwear, threw them aside, and moved closer. He grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed them hard. He bit them, licked and sucked her nipples until they were dripping with his saliva, switching from one breast to the other, sucking, biting, and kneading them mercilessly.
Adhi’s pussy flooded with fresh juices.
Then Velu asked for his second wish. Adhi, completely lost in lust, agreed to that too.
Velu sat on the chair and made her kneel in front of him. He brought his thick, hard cock close to her face and said, “Kiss it, Adhi.”
Because her eyes were blindfolded, she moved her head slightly and gave a few shy kisses. Velu then placed his cock directly on her lips and started rubbing it against them.
He pressed firmly. His cock hit her teeth.
“Adhi… please… I’m so horny… open your mouth a little, Adhi… please…”
Adhi shook her head, refusing.
Velu begged again and again.
When she still refused, he decided not to force her further and started to pull his cock away from her lips.
But then, to his complete shock…
Adhi suddenly opened her mouth wide and took his cock inside.
She started sucking him.
Velu closed his eyes in pure ecstasy as Adhi’s warm, wet mouth worked on his cock. She sucked him deeply, saliva dripping down his shaft.
Exactly at 7 PM, Adhi’s alarm rang. She immediately stopped sucking and told him to put his pants back on.
With no choice, Velu agreed.
They both adjusted their clothes and left the office.
Later that day, after informing Velu and taking permission, Adhi left for home.
Meanwhile, at the bus stand, the office peon Mariappan (also called Marimuthu) was waiting to board the bus.
Dark clouds suddenly gathered and the sky turned gloomy. Without warning, it started raining heavily — splat, splat, splat. What began as light drizzle quickly turned into a downpour.
“Damn it… the bus hasn’t come yet, and now it’s raining like crazy. Even without rain, it takes so long to reach home in this traffic. With this rain, God knows when I’ll get there…”
Marimuthu was getting restless.
“Gurusamy Iyer is supposed to give my wife the second stage of treatment tonight. My wife insisted I must be there with her. She was very firm about it. If I get late, she’ll definitely scream at me…”
“It’s okay if she scolds me, but if Gurusamy Iyer has to wait because of me, it won’t look respectful. During the first stage of treatment, I wasn’t with her and she was already upset. Today, Iyer has promised to give her both medicine and treatment. He even said this particular day is very important — if we have sex after this treatment, there’s a higher chance of her getting pregnant.”
“During the first stage, because I wasn’t there, my wife got really angry and said all sorts of things. She told me the treatment was very uncomfortable for her. Apparently, this kind of treatment should be done with the husband present…”
“If I’m not there, my wife won’t agree to the second stage. And Gurusamy Iyer is leaving for another town tonight. He has to finish the treatment by 9 PM so he can leave and reach his place by morning.”
Standing in the heavy rain, Marimuthu kept thinking about what to do while waiting for the bus.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was his wife, Jothi.
“Hello…”
“Hey… where are you? Have you reached or not? It’s raining heavily here.”
“I’m still at the bus stand, dear. I left half an hour early. I thought I’d make it on time.”
“Wait… I hear someone knocking on the door…”
“Oh… Gurusamy Iyer has arrived!”
“Tell him politely to wait. I’ll reach on time. The bus should be here any minute.”
“Do whatever you want, but if you don’t come on time, just wait and see…” Jothi snapped and cut the call.
Because of the heavy rain, the buses were badly delayed. There was a massive traffic jam a short distance away, and the bus was stuck in it. The rain was pouring heavily everywhere, worsening the traffic.
After hearing this, Marimuthu wondered what to do. He approached an auto driver and asked, but the man demanded ₹1000 because of the rain. Marimuthu refused and walked away.
His phone rang again. This time it was Gurusamy Iyer speaking from his wife’s phone.
“Hello…”
“Hey, it’s me. It’s raining heavily everywhere. I have to leave for another town tomorrow morning. I can only do the treatment for your wife tonight. If we miss today, we’ll have to wait until next month. And next month, I might not be in town on the right day.”
“Your wife is refusing to do the treatment without you. Last time she was very stubborn. How can I do the treatment without touching her? This is varma treatment — it requires physical contact. How can I treat her without touching? You’ve seen many doctors before, right? Why are you making it so difficult?”
“She said she’ll only feel comfortable and brave if you are present.”
“Now you’re saying you’ll be late…”
“So tell me, what should I do now?”
“Iyer, please give the phone to my wife…”
“Yes…”
“Listen, Jothi…”
“What?”
“It’s really raining heavily and the bus is delayed. Even the auto is asking for ₹1000. How can he treat you without touching? I’ll come as fast as I can. Shall I tell him to start the treatment?”
“Ugh… I don’t know… His hands are touching me here and there… I’m feeling very shy. If you were here, I’d feel braver… more confident.”
“I understand, dear…”
“But right now we have to adjust to the situation.”
“Okay… I’ll take the auto and come. Even if it costs ₹1000, let it be.”
“You will come, right?”
“I’m agreeing only because you said you’ll come…”
“Come soon, okay?”
“I’m coming, dear…”
“Okay… Give the phone back to Iyer.”
“Yes…”
“Iyer, my wife has agreed. You can start the treatment. I’m on my way…”
“Hmm… Alright.”
Marimuthu went straight to the auto driver and agreed to ₹1000. But the driver now demanded ₹1500. With time running out, Marimuthu had no choice but to agree. He got into the auto and left.
Traffic was terrible everywhere. The vehicles were barely moving. Even when he took alternate routes, he kept getting stuck in jams again.
By now, it was already 9:30 PM.
After somehow crossing most of the traffic, he thought he would reach home in another half an hour.
His wife must be very angry by now. It was 9:30 already. Gurusamy Iyer might have left. Hopefully, the treatment for his wife would have gone well. But why wasn’t she picking up his calls? Even Iyer wasn’t answering.
Finally, when he was very close to home, his wife called.
“Hello… Why weren’t you picking up the phone?”
“It was during the treatment… And then the power went off. They said it will only come back in the morning.”
“Please buy some candles on your way.”
“Also, buy good soap and shampoo for Iyer to bathe…”
“What? Has Iyer still not left?”
“Yes… During the treatment the power went off. While he was massaging me, the oil spilled on both him and me. So I made him take a bath…”
“Oh… sorry. I mean… I already bathed. Tell him it’s for him.”
“Okay ma… I’ll buy and come.”
Marimuthu got down from the auto, paid ₹1500, and even gave an extra ₹200 when the driver complained about the long struggle. He bought the candles, soap, and shampoo as his wife asked, and as he neared his house, he heard a loud bus horn.
The very bus he was supposed to take had just arrived at the bus stand right opposite to where he was getting down.
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