Adultery My Fiancee's Happiness

[sakurasan]

Chapter 8 Please

He dropped her at her building and waited until she went in. Behind his eyes Kunal still held her off the ground. Rohan drove home and took the stairs past the studio.

Kunal’s door was shut. The grocery bag sat by the media desk. Rohan took the chair, opened his favourite interracial porn, ran the volume high, and sat back.

The woman on the bed was built like Isha, heavy breasts and a waist a man could hold in two hands, hips wide enough that they took the frame when the camera dropped. Fair enough that the man’s dark hands looked huge on her. He had her knees up and he was feeding a thick cock into her, long enough that her mouth fell open before he was even halfway in. A wet sound came out of the speakers, then a broken moan as the thick shaft stretched her.

Kunal’s door opened. He stood in the frame already looking at the screen, then came in and took the other chair.

“Hostel night in the hall.”

He gave a low whistle.

“You still pick this kind. Never anything else.”

“Watch,” Rohan said.

The man on screen drew back and drove in. The woman’s breasts jumped. Her hands grabbed at his back and failed to find a hold. He held her hips and used the length, long strokes that made her belly move.

He had known Kunal would fall for this and join him in the hall, and Kunal had done exactly that. He would give it a few minutes, then play his trick.

Kunal sat with both hands pressed to his lap, pinning the thick line of his cock under his shorts so it would not lift the cloth. Rohan saw the hold. He had seen it since first year. He smiled and kept his eyes on the screen.

“That girl is a real beauty. Right?”

“What can I say. That ass can take a beating.”

“Speaking from experience.”

Kunal snorted, still watching her.

“No, my virgin friend. The models I photograph are size zero. Lean as a stick. Half the time I am hunting for a chest or an ass.”

“So you wish she came with something to hold.”

“I wish they all did.”

On the screen the man pulled out. His cock shone, thick, near a foot, the head dark and heavy. He slapped it once against her open pussy and she jerked. Then he pushed in again and gave her the rest of it, and her voice went high.

Kunal watched her the way he watched a difficult shot. His hands pressed harder.

“For fuck’s sake. Yes. When you go for a ride you need something to hold. Look at her. So much to grip. That is why a man like that can keep going.”

“A body like that… it doesn’t look like it would be happy with less.”

“She would not. You put a short one in her, she will ask if you are in yet.”

Rohan’s throat was dry.

“How short is short.”

“Anything that cannot reach where she is clenching,” Kunal said. “Look at her now. He is in her belly. That is why her mouth is like that. A smaller cock would only tease the opening of her pussy. She would have to finish with her hand later.”

The woman on screen came with a sound that was almost a sob. Her thighs locked around the man’s waist. He kept fucking her through it, and her breasts shook until she grabbed them herself.

Kunal was saying what Rohan thought. He wanted him to admit more.

“If the man is average. Say five inches. You think he can do this.”

The clip cut. The man had her on her knees now, taking her from behind, both hands on her breasts, pulling her nipples as he drove in.

“Five inches against that? In most positions it wouldn’t even be a fair fight. Missionary, maybe he gets in. Even then I doubt a girl like her feels him.”

“So missionary is the only hope.”

“Hope is a big word for five inches.”

Rohan’s palms were wet.

“Say it plain then. If five will not work, what does she need.”

Kunal did not look away from her face.

“She’d need something that can actually fill her. Length and thickness both. Like what he’s working with there.”

Rohan nodded.

The man held her hips and gave her the last of it, and she came again with a wet cry, squirting over his cock and the sheets. Kunal stood so fast the chair jumped. He went to his room and shut the door. Rohan sat with the screen still running. Kunal’s hand would be busy by now.

It was Rohan’s turn to cook. He waited until his cock went down, then closed the window and went to the kitchen. Kunal came out when the food was ready.

After dinner they sat in the hall again. Rohan took the chair and opened the café folder. They went through the set.

“These came well,” Kunal said. “That window did half the job. I take clients there for a reason.”

“You were right about the café.”

“Look at this one. She is carrying the picture.”

“What do you like in this photo.”

“Your girl made it special.”

“What did she do specifically.”

“The curves. The saree shows the line instead of hiding it. My usual girls give me nothing to light. She fills a frame. Those curves are beautiful. I do not have to invent them in the edit.”

“Only the body.”

“No.” Rohan had opened a closer frame, her face filling the screen. Kunal did not look away from it. “The face. Look. Innocent. I have photographed women who learned that look in a mirror. She did not. That face could be the same as the day she was born.”

Rohan watched him.

“So what does the camera like more.”

“Both. The body makes the picture. The face makes you stay on it.”

Then Rohan stopped on the first picture of Kunal standing with her. One arm at her waist, his other hand a breath off her ass. Rohan had clicked it.

“This one. This is the best one from that day,” Rohan said.

Kunal looked. The easy talk left his mouth.

“I was showing you the hold.”

“I clicked it. Maybe I am getting better than you.”

Kunal let out a breath.

“Come on. She makes anything look good. And you posed badly. It is not the man behind the camera. It is the people in front of it.”

“Someone is jealous of my photography. Do I smell hypocrisy.”

“I am stating facts. The only thing you are smelling is your jealousy that I posed better with Isha.”

“So you posed better,” Rohan said. “You were only the photographer. If you were her boyfriend, you would have fumbled like me.”

“No way. I would not be lame like you.”

“If she was yours, how would you have posed.”

Kunal looked at him, then at her in the photo, then back.

“That is your fiancée.”

“Just hypothetical,” Rohan smiled. “Answer it.”

“I would lift her off the ground,” Kunal said. “One leg locked around me, heel on my ass. The other in my hand. She would be in the air, and I would bend and kiss her neck. Those eyes would look at the camera like she wants me. Even Vogue would put it on the cover.”

“You think like that. It is not possible with Isha. She has a lot of rules.”

Kunal sat forward with his forearms on his knees. His jaw moved once.

“That is you. You are not doing her right. You should have pushed her lines. You should have taught her. You take her from place to place like a driver. Park, mall, theatre. You do not do the rest.”

“That is a lot of talk,” Rohan said. “Tell me how you would have changed her.”

“She is not my girl. How do I say.”

“It is only imagination. You have heard three years of this. Enlighten me. How would you have done it.”

Kunal looked at the photo, at his own hand a breath off her.

“If she was mine, I would have done it differently. I would have been ruined in a different way.”

“Meaning.”

“I would drop every other job. Every picture would be her. I would make her the hottest sex icon in the country and keep those pictures a secret for me.”

“I know she likes to pose. But those sex icon pictures are next to impossible.”

“See, you don’t know girls. Someone like Isha, I would have married her in the first month after she accepted me. Then we would not leave the bedroom for months. When we came out, she would be doing more work than the camera.”

Rohan’s mouth was dry.

“Months in bedroom ah. what about Food. Work.”

“We would get food delivered. And you are earning for all three anyway, no?”

“You are crazy. You know that.”

“Crazy is how I get hired. People pay me because they want that.”

“Hmm. You deal with a lot of crazies. I have a crazy request too.”

Kunal sat back, still smiling.

“The most grounded lecturer in the city has a crazy request. Interesting.”

“The porn we saw earlier. Can you remember the shape of that woman. I like those videos because she is built like Isha. Don’t you agree?”

The smile thinned.

“This is getting crazy. Yes.”

“I do not have a cock like that man.”

Kunal looked at him.

“Women don’t care about size. You will make Isha happy. She is not a porn star. Her needs are different.”

“Women do care. They settle for what they get. I do not want her to settle like the rest.”

Kunal shook his head.

“You two are virgins. Get laid first. Then you will stop this crazy thinking.”

Rohan’s palms were wet on his thighs. The real sentence was in his mouth. He let it out.

“That is not the crazy part. This is. I want the best for her in every way. Can you give her that pleasure.”

Kunal went still. The smile was gone. He looked at Rohan as if the chair had moved.

“You have gone mad. You watched too much porn today. You are not thinking straight. Go to sleep.”

Rohan turned the computer off.

“All right. What I said is true. We both sleep on it.”

Rohan went to his room and shut the door. He lay down in his clothes. The weight left his chest. He had finally said it. He had left Kunal with enough tonight, and Kunal would come around. For the first time in months, he fell into a deep sleep.

Across the hall Kunal went to his own room and lay down. Other nights his head hit the pillow and he was gone till morning. After the studio started paying, he slept even harder. Even Rohan joked that it was hibernation. But not tonight. He kept his eyes on the ceiling. Rohan had asked him for something huge. Rohan had never asked him for a thing, not once, in all these years. The first time he did, it was this, and Kunal could not sleep.

His first thought was that it was a prank, and a good one. Rohan had even kept his face serious. Tomorrow Rohan would say it was a joke, and they would laugh.

Then the other thought came. What if it was not a prank. What if Rohan was only scared, and making a bad call. If Kunal did not pull him back, Rohan could hurt the life he was building with her.

Rohan was the wisest man Kunal knew. He loved Isha more than he feared anything. He would not give her away because he thought he could not satisfy her. Unless that love was so sure that another man in her bed felt like a thrill he could live with.

Rohan might call it a thrill. But Isha had lived inside rules her whole life. Kunal did not want Rohan pushing her into a bed she had not chosen. Then he stopped himself. Rohan had spent three years refusing to take a single step she had not already taken. He would not start now.

The worst of it came after that. Kunal had wanted a chance to help him. Now that chance was this, and he wanted a hard no. How was he supposed to say no to a man who had never said no to him.

He went back to the prank. He prayed that was all it was, and drifted into sleep.

The next morning Rohan woke to an empty flat. Kunal’s door stood open. In the driveway there was only his car. On the kitchen table a scrap of paper said, Back by dinner.

Kunal had taken the bike into the forest roads he used when he needed new ground. He scouted backgrounds as he rode, and he used the ride to clear his head.

That evening Kunal came back. After dinner they took the sofa.

Kunal sat half turned, one hand working the seam of the cushion. He looked at Rohan and looked away.

“About last night,” Rohan said, and smiled.

Kunal’s shoulders dropped. He jabbed a finger at that smile.

“I knew it. It is a prank.”

He did not wait for an answer. He came across the sofa, hooked an arm around Rohan’s neck, and hauled him in like they were still in hostel. He thumped Rohan’s back with an open hand, loud, the way collegeboys punish a friend. Rohan stayed in the hold and let him.

“Saala,” Kunal said into his hair, and thumped him again. “I lost my whole sleep. I rode till my hands went numb. I sat on that bike thinking you had lost your mind, and you sit here with that face.”

He knuckled the top of Rohan’s head, shook him once, then let go and sat back, grinning.

Rohan pulled his shirt down. He was still smiling.

“Actually, it is not a prank. Let me say it cleanly. Can you please fuck my fiancee.”

Kunal’s grin died.

“You are really serious.”

“You know how hard it is for me to ask for anything. Would I prank you like this.”

They sat. Kunal’s eyes went to the floor, then to the dark TV, then to nothing. Thoughts ran through him too fast to hold. The first one was why. Last night Rohan had already given him that, clean, and Kunal would not make him say it again. Rohan knew the next word was Kunal’s. He waited.

The clock on the wall moved through ten minutes. When he spoke, his voice was quiet.

“Why me.”

“Your girls,” Rohan said. “The glow they come out with. Tired like they ran a marathon, and still that smile, like it was the best night of their life.”

Kunal let out a short breath.

“That anyone can do. You spend the night with Isha, and she will also have that smile.”

“Liar. I know what you have. Don’t act innocent.”

“I don’t have anything special.”

“Did you forget who named you Tripod, and why.”

Kunal went still. Colour rose in his face. He looked at Rohan, then away, and his mouth stayed shut. He sat forward, then back, hunting for the next line.

“You are not scared I will steal her.”

“You know how much I love her. I know how much you like me. You will not steal her from me.”

Kunal rubbed his jaw.

“I can never hurt you and then sleep. That is why this is a bad idea. Are you sure you will be all right with it.”

“I will feel possessive. It will hurt a little. But if she never feels a cock like the ones in those movies, it will haunt me for life.”

“And Isha. How does she say yes to this. Do not talk to her the way you talked to me. She will think you pushed her.”

“Not in a million years. Seducing her is your job. If I say this to her and she looks at me like a criminal, I will lose the purpose of my life.”

“Good. If it even happens. Is it one night.”

“No. I want it for as long as you both want it.”

“How do we live after that. Three people. Something will shift.”

“I give her all the love she needs. You take the lust now and then. Then the marriage is complete. I am her husband. You two are friends with real benefits.”

Kunal blew out a breath.

“God. You have really thought about this.”

“A decision this big. Do you think I would not think it through.”

“Okay. I am going to be honest. Isha has a body any man would die for. Especially me. I never looked at her that way because she is your girl.”

“I am the one asking you.”

“I know. That is why I want to promise you a few things. You tell me if you are fine with them.”

“Sure.”

“I will try every trick I have. That I will do. If she is not comfortable, I stop. If she never wants it, you do not get to say I let you down.”

“Definitely. I want her pleasured. Never forced.”

“And I chase her only until you marry. If she never gives in before the wedding, you do not bring this to me again. I will not start with your wife.”

“Okay. If she never says yes before we marry, I will never ask you again. Is that all.”

“No. If she yields, I lead the first night. I show her what that night can be.”

“Yes.”

“After that first night I do not even flirt with her. Second time happens only if she comes and asks for it.”

“Okay. But if she comes back on her own the second time, that is proof enough that she needs you. You should not hold back after that. Her pleasure is what makes me happy.”

“Deal.”

Rohan sat with that a second.

“How do we start.”

“Do you know I have been sending her my work almost every day.”

“I did not know. That is fine.”

“The way she talks about the pictures makes me send more.”

“Even I appreciate your work.”

“Nonsense. You say good. Perfect. One word. She sees things in a frame I did not even know I had shot. I became a fan of how she looks at the art.”

“All right. She sees more than I do.”

“I will start being more flirty now. We start the pre-wedding shoots soon. I will have more time with her.”

“That is a good plan.”

“One last thing. If it happens, I can give you a high-level picture. You do not ask for more. I am shy that way.”

“I want her happy. Nothing more. I will not disturb you for details.”

“Are we clear.”

“Absolutely.”

“Let’s sleep.”

In his room he sat on the bed and opened his phone. He found her in the café set, pallu at her hip, blouse tight across her chest, her face turned as if she had just heard her name.

He used to crop that shot, send it, and call it work. Tonight he kept his thumb on the glass and let his eyes run the waist and the heavy curve of her hip. He had liked her before, the way she filled a frame, the way she talked about one. Now he wanted the woman under the saree.

Then the other thought came.

Rohan was more important than this. More important than sex, even with a goddess. If she fell in love with him, Rohan would lose her.

She should never love him. She should see the bad boy, the playboy you sleep with and never marry. He would keep her there.

Sunday morning he opened the chat and sent it with no picture.

Kunal: Good morning, beautiful.

Isha was still in bed. She smiled at his name, then saw there was no sunrise under the words, only that.

Isha: Good morning, Kunal.

She looked at the first word again.

Isha: Beautiful? ??

The reply landed at once.

Kunal: I said what I said. Facts do not get a question mark.

Colour rose in her face. She typed with the sheet pulled over her mouth.

Isha: You never called me that.

Kunal: Get used to it. I have more names for my favourite model.

Isha: Favourite model already.

Kunal: I cleared every weekend for the pre-wedding. I want the bride in every dreamy frame I have been imagining.

Isha: What about my fiance.

Kunal: You are my talent. He is your prop.

She snorted, then frowned at the screen.

Isha: That is mean.

Kunal: Have you seen him pose.

She laughed into the sheet.

Isha: Fine. I will drag him. When do we start.

Kunal: Café today. We plan the rest there.

Isha: 11?

Kunal: ?