13-05-2026, 12:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 29-06-2026, 07:28 PM by Dave Rajan. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
UPDATE 24
Adhi woke up from her sleep. Her mind was still filled with the memories of the previous night — the wild, passionate dance she had performed with a man who was not her husband, on her own marital bed. She had fallen asleep and woken up with those thoughts.
Just 14 more days…
She wondered if she had been too hasty in agreeing to “twice a month.” Could she really hold on for 14 days? She might be able to control herself… but what about Velu? After spending an entire night with her, he still had her in the car the next day, and was back to his mischievous ways in the office the day after that.
My 35-year-old husband can’t even perform like he used to… and here’s this 52-year-old man…
Yet Velu didn’t look or behave like a 52-year-old. His lips were still so red, his skin so youthful. The hair on his chest, his broad and strong pectorals, and that manhood of his — he maintained it so cleanly. When she first took his cock in her mouth, she had been scared, wondering how it would smell or taste. She never expected him to keep his private part so perfectly clean. And when fully erect… what a length, and the perfect thickness. The head was so clean, with only a few stray white hairs here and there.
Even at this age, he didn’t have a belly. His stomach was firm. He had an energy that defied his age — daily exercise, no alcohol, no smoking. Yet he dressed simply — jubba or dhoti at home, formal shirt and pants for office meetings, occasionally a coat.
He had lived without a wife for so many years. His sons were married, and one had already given him a grandson. Even if his body didn’t betray his age, society and family responsibilities did. Where did all this energy come from?
Because of this energy, Adhi was losing her balance.
After experiencing sex with Velu, whenever she slept with her husband, the dissatisfaction only grew stronger. She had even started expecting Ravi to perform like Velu. That was exactly why she had given in to Velu in the car that day.
In college, she should have done all these adventurous things with Ravi. But nothing like that happened. The circumstances were never right. They rarely went out together, and even then, they only shared kisses. Though there were prettier and fairer girls in college, many boys still chased after her. Maybe it was because of her decent, homely appearance.
Ravi’s mother had said when she first saw Adhi, “You look so graceful and auspicious.”
It was only on their wedding night that Ravi saw her fully naked for the first time. Showing her private parts to him, seeing his, getting wet just from looking — all of it was new. But Ravi never knew many positions, nor did he try to experiment. It was always the same position. Kissing, sucking and squeezing her breasts, licking her pussy, and the basic acts — that was their entire married sex life.
In the early days of marriage, Ravi was quite active. Within a year, their beloved son Sunil was born. Love filled their life beautifully and slowly led to desire. But both she and Ravi had satisfied themselves at the very basic level of lust. That’s where the problem eventually started.
Even then, Adhi had never once thought of betraying Ravi. Even if he stopped touching her completely, she was ready to accept it. But Ravi always finished very quickly. Her frustration grew, especially after she crossed thirty.
In college, no matter how many boys hovered around her, not a single one had ever touched her inappropriately. She never allowed anyone to cross the line. She noticed men admiring her, but never let them go further.
In Velu’s case, she didn’t realise the door had been left open. That became the root cause of everything. Still, she never imagined Velu would cross all limits like this… nor did she ever think she would surrender to him.
She first saw him when he came to her house to speak to her father. She was terrified whether the marriage with Ravi would happen after her father initially refused. It was Velu who removed that “photo” (obstacle) and poured milk into her lap, bringing her immense joy. If not for him that day, her marriage to Ravi might never have happened.
It was Velu who took the thali and handed it to Ravi to tie around her neck on their wedding day.
But now, the same man had seen her completely naked — on their own bed and in the car — while the thali that he himself had given still hung between her breasts. And that thali had danced as much as it possibly could.
Ravi was a rare kind of husband. Until he left for work, he was always helpful. He shared all household chores with her. She never felt burdened. Ravi, her father-in-law, and mother-in-law all helped in their own ways. He would cut onions for her, assist in cooking. On Sundays, he would make her sit and prepare dosas for her. When their child cried at night, Ravi and his family would take care of the baby so she could sleep.
Even when her own parents and siblings abandoned her during her pregnancy, Ravi stood by her like a rock. No one from her side came even after their son was born. They had expected them for the baby shower, but they were humiliated instead.
It was during the baby shower that she saw Velu again. He came after Sunil was born and gifted a gold chain.
And now, after eleven long years, all of this had happened.
Only her mind knew how much she suffered every time she looked at her husband after betraying him with Velu. Yet she still couldn’t fully understand her body’s need for physical pleasure.
In one way, she felt it was better that she fell into this with Velu rather than some random man. If even a short lack of satisfaction from her husband made her this restless, she now understood how difficult it must be for Velu to control himself after doing so much foreplay with her.
If their lust kept growing without limits, the chances of getting caught would increase. She was firm that her husband should never, under any circumstances, find out about this. So there was no other way.
She had to somehow control her desires and spend one full night with Velu once every fifteen days.
Yes… I need a full night with him.
And she knew he needed it too.
The only question now was: How to arrange a full night with him twice a month?
She had left that responsibility to Velu, but her mind was restless to do something from her side as well. If any obstacles came in his plans, she decided she would definitely help him overcome them and make it successful.
Even if she had to lie to Velu that her husband satisfied her completely (to protect Ravi’s dignity)… or even if she had to tell him honestly that she was with him only to fill his loneliness…
Can a woman share her body and intimacy with a man without getting emotionally attracted to him?
Velu was becoming closer and closer to her. The pleasure she felt when he kissed her lips, when they held each other tightly, when she ran her fingers through his hair and caressed it — it was immeasurable. Just as much as Velu was attracted to her, she too was slowly getting attracted to him. That was the truth.
When she first agreed to let him make love to her, he had whispered “I love you, Pondatti…” and kissed her while entering her. She still remembered it clearly. She didn’t ask him why he said those words that day… because she already understood their meaning.
In that moment, he had expressed a deep emotion from his heart.
She had been emotionally overwhelmed too… but she hadn’t said those words back.
Whether she would say them in the future… she didn’t know yet.
But one thing she was certain about: In the rest of her life, she should not fall for anyone other than Ravi and Velu. She would not become a slave to pleasure and share herself with random men.
14 days… small, teasing mischief would be enough. These were just practice matches.
Every fifteenth day would be their World Cup Final.
But the cup… would always belong to both of them.
Thinking all this, Adhi got ready, boarded the bus, and went to the office.
There she saw Krithika sitting with swollen, red eyes, crying bitterly. Adhi thought of talking to her, but since everyone was around, she decided to speak when no one else was nearby.
To be continued…
Next: Tomorrow or Saturday night
Characters in this story:
Adhi – Velu – Ravi
Marimuthu – Jothi – Guru
Raghu – Krithika
This is all for this update.
We can see the continuation in detail in the next update.
Adhi woke up from her sleep. Her mind was still filled with the memories of the previous night — the wild, passionate dance she had performed with a man who was not her husband, on her own marital bed. She had fallen asleep and woken up with those thoughts.
Just 14 more days…
She wondered if she had been too hasty in agreeing to “twice a month.” Could she really hold on for 14 days? She might be able to control herself… but what about Velu? After spending an entire night with her, he still had her in the car the next day, and was back to his mischievous ways in the office the day after that.
My 35-year-old husband can’t even perform like he used to… and here’s this 52-year-old man…
Yet Velu didn’t look or behave like a 52-year-old. His lips were still so red, his skin so youthful. The hair on his chest, his broad and strong pectorals, and that manhood of his — he maintained it so cleanly. When she first took his cock in her mouth, she had been scared, wondering how it would smell or taste. She never expected him to keep his private part so perfectly clean. And when fully erect… what a length, and the perfect thickness. The head was so clean, with only a few stray white hairs here and there.
Even at this age, he didn’t have a belly. His stomach was firm. He had an energy that defied his age — daily exercise, no alcohol, no smoking. Yet he dressed simply — jubba or dhoti at home, formal shirt and pants for office meetings, occasionally a coat.
He had lived without a wife for so many years. His sons were married, and one had already given him a grandson. Even if his body didn’t betray his age, society and family responsibilities did. Where did all this energy come from?
Because of this energy, Adhi was losing her balance.
After experiencing sex with Velu, whenever she slept with her husband, the dissatisfaction only grew stronger. She had even started expecting Ravi to perform like Velu. That was exactly why she had given in to Velu in the car that day.
In college, she should have done all these adventurous things with Ravi. But nothing like that happened. The circumstances were never right. They rarely went out together, and even then, they only shared kisses. Though there were prettier and fairer girls in college, many boys still chased after her. Maybe it was because of her decent, homely appearance.
Ravi’s mother had said when she first saw Adhi, “You look so graceful and auspicious.”
It was only on their wedding night that Ravi saw her fully naked for the first time. Showing her private parts to him, seeing his, getting wet just from looking — all of it was new. But Ravi never knew many positions, nor did he try to experiment. It was always the same position. Kissing, sucking and squeezing her breasts, licking her pussy, and the basic acts — that was their entire married sex life.
In the early days of marriage, Ravi was quite active. Within a year, their beloved son Sunil was born. Love filled their life beautifully and slowly led to desire. But both she and Ravi had satisfied themselves at the very basic level of lust. That’s where the problem eventually started.
Even then, Adhi had never once thought of betraying Ravi. Even if he stopped touching her completely, she was ready to accept it. But Ravi always finished very quickly. Her frustration grew, especially after she crossed thirty.
In college, no matter how many boys hovered around her, not a single one had ever touched her inappropriately. She never allowed anyone to cross the line. She noticed men admiring her, but never let them go further.
In Velu’s case, she didn’t realise the door had been left open. That became the root cause of everything. Still, she never imagined Velu would cross all limits like this… nor did she ever think she would surrender to him.
She first saw him when he came to her house to speak to her father. She was terrified whether the marriage with Ravi would happen after her father initially refused. It was Velu who removed that “photo” (obstacle) and poured milk into her lap, bringing her immense joy. If not for him that day, her marriage to Ravi might never have happened.
It was Velu who took the thali and handed it to Ravi to tie around her neck on their wedding day.
But now, the same man had seen her completely naked — on their own bed and in the car — while the thali that he himself had given still hung between her breasts. And that thali had danced as much as it possibly could.
Ravi was a rare kind of husband. Until he left for work, he was always helpful. He shared all household chores with her. She never felt burdened. Ravi, her father-in-law, and mother-in-law all helped in their own ways. He would cut onions for her, assist in cooking. On Sundays, he would make her sit and prepare dosas for her. When their child cried at night, Ravi and his family would take care of the baby so she could sleep.
Even when her own parents and siblings abandoned her during her pregnancy, Ravi stood by her like a rock. No one from her side came even after their son was born. They had expected them for the baby shower, but they were humiliated instead.
It was during the baby shower that she saw Velu again. He came after Sunil was born and gifted a gold chain.
And now, after eleven long years, all of this had happened.
Only her mind knew how much she suffered every time she looked at her husband after betraying him with Velu. Yet she still couldn’t fully understand her body’s need for physical pleasure.
In one way, she felt it was better that she fell into this with Velu rather than some random man. If even a short lack of satisfaction from her husband made her this restless, she now understood how difficult it must be for Velu to control himself after doing so much foreplay with her.
If their lust kept growing without limits, the chances of getting caught would increase. She was firm that her husband should never, under any circumstances, find out about this. So there was no other way.
She had to somehow control her desires and spend one full night with Velu once every fifteen days.
Yes… I need a full night with him.
And she knew he needed it too.
The only question now was: How to arrange a full night with him twice a month?
She had left that responsibility to Velu, but her mind was restless to do something from her side as well. If any obstacles came in his plans, she decided she would definitely help him overcome them and make it successful.
Even if she had to lie to Velu that her husband satisfied her completely (to protect Ravi’s dignity)… or even if she had to tell him honestly that she was with him only to fill his loneliness…
Can a woman share her body and intimacy with a man without getting emotionally attracted to him?
Velu was becoming closer and closer to her. The pleasure she felt when he kissed her lips, when they held each other tightly, when she ran her fingers through his hair and caressed it — it was immeasurable. Just as much as Velu was attracted to her, she too was slowly getting attracted to him. That was the truth.
When she first agreed to let him make love to her, he had whispered “I love you, Pondatti…” and kissed her while entering her. She still remembered it clearly. She didn’t ask him why he said those words that day… because she already understood their meaning.
In that moment, he had expressed a deep emotion from his heart.
She had been emotionally overwhelmed too… but she hadn’t said those words back.
Whether she would say them in the future… she didn’t know yet.
But one thing she was certain about: In the rest of her life, she should not fall for anyone other than Ravi and Velu. She would not become a slave to pleasure and share herself with random men.
14 days… small, teasing mischief would be enough. These were just practice matches.
Every fifteenth day would be their World Cup Final.
But the cup… would always belong to both of them.
Thinking all this, Adhi got ready, boarded the bus, and went to the office.
There she saw Krithika sitting with swollen, red eyes, crying bitterly. Adhi thought of talking to her, but since everyone was around, she decided to speak when no one else was nearby.
To be continued…
Next: Tomorrow or Saturday night
Characters in this story:
Adhi – Velu – Ravi
Marimuthu – Jothi – Guru
Raghu – Krithika
This is all for this update.
We can see the continuation in detail in the next update.
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