12-01-2019, 03:21 PM
Shanti - A Vixen Adulterous Ch. 02
There was a darker side to things, as there always is. Sridhar had no way of knowing that his wife, Shanti was a slut and beneath that demure honest looking spiritual god fearing saree clad extremely faithful looking wife, the slut had scores of secret lovers, Suresh reveled in the candor of their marriage – he believed she had no secrets from him, as he certainly had none from her. He knew that she was a faithful wife who will and would never betray or cheat on him – he was not aware – poor guy that the pussy had fucked his uncle and brothers separately and in a gang bang. But there were days when Shanti didn't go to work. Instead, she left the house as usual, drove into town, stopped en route to call the Bank to say she would not be in that day, parked her car in a lot and took a taxi to a small, quiet lane by the Village.
Alighting from the taxi, she waited till it turned the corner and was out of sight. Then she walked quickly down the lane and turned into a narrow blind alley that ran perpendicular to the lane. At the end of the alley stood an old three-storied block of flats.t was a run-down wooden structure, the timber rotten and decaying in many parts, some windows boarded, others without shutters, still others broken and open like gaping wounds. There was no door to the building, and Shanti entered and climbed three flights of long, broad, shallow wooden steps, clutching the curved wooden bannister, worn smooth by countless hands. Most of the flats were empty. One or two had signs of desultory life, an occasional line of washing or a tinny radio squeaking and scratching. Shanti climbed to the top floor and turned down the corridor to the flat at the rear of the house. Using a key taken from her small handbag, she let herself into the flat.
In comparison to the rest of the building, the flat was surprisingly well-kept. The walls were neatly plastered and painted a soft white. The door opened into a large, simply furnished room with a high, sloping ceiling. Tall windows stretched along the length of the far wall. The room overlooked the growing fields of greenery and the silent farm lands, beyond several rows of thatched tiled roofs. An open door at one end of the room led into an airy and clean kitchen, fitted with simple and basic appliances – a small refrigerator, a two-ring gas stove, a steel sink and a granite worktop. Another door set half-way down the side wall was open and showed a bedroom with a bathroom.
Shanti closed the door behind her. Her lover emerged - Ratan from the bedroom. He was tall and very handsome, with a superb physique. He wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. He had thick black hair, swept back off his forehead. His nose was long and straight and slightly curved; the lips were slim and wide. His jaw was strong and well-defined, sexily square.
His dark eyes were deep-set. He was clean-shaven. His body was stunning: a muscular neck stretched to broad shoulders and led to a wide, deeply cleaved chest. His torso was hairless and smooth, his armpits were shaved clean. His nipples were small and dark and sharp, pulled wide and low on either side of the mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit.
His back was smooth and strong, curved inward to the spine, and snaking down to his taut buttocks. His belly was rock-hard, ridged with slabs of musculature. He was barefoot, and his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. He stopped in the doorway, with one arm raised, hand resting on the doorjamb and looked at Shanti impassively.
Shanti paused, studying him, her eyes raking his body. Her face flushed with excitement. Her eyes glittered and her nostrils flared and her lips parted. Dropping her purse on the floor, she moved towards her man, kicking off her sandals. He waited silently, carved out of a stone, an erotic bas-relief.
After the meeting at the Bank and doing his bidding – the lovers wanted to reunite – he was married to Reshma and she had known the existence of her nemesis – and warned Ratan of severe consequences if he did anything sexual with her –she was a mother of his two children but his interest in her was at its lowest – he had married the woman for the money and now he wanted to get rid of her – how? He had slowly paid off his father in law all the money invested – to be rid of the obligations and wanted to be rid of the burden – this led to some relief but he was not allowed a free bird life yet – he wanted a divorce but the payout was huge – the lawyer from Reshma's side slapped a multi crore pliant on him and he could not muster an advocate who could stand up to that nonsense.
Shanti got to know the background and assured him – she will not let her lust for him spoil his life and will work around this – she told him the evidence she kept of Reshma's past life – especially the torrid steamy Jacuzzi jaunts the lass enjoyed at the college with the faculty for scores – and the snaps and the videos she maintained with her – not yet deleted – she will quietly get them leaked and wait and see how she reacted – and only after some reprieve and fog clearance will they resume much awaited sex life. She needed him – his cock was still lingering with its awesome taste in her mouth – the six years and just the one interlude did little to erase the moments and their lasting outcome.
The video did find its way both to Reshma and her father and his lawyers- they threatened Ratan with dire consrquences and even got him assaulted – he suffered minor fractures and finally after a rather rough and rather torturous period – Ratan got his divorce but with a caveat – veiled threat that he will be 'dealt' with and she will have her revenge once and for all – he sought security officer protection but in vain and finally left the place to come and live in these interiors of Tamil Nadu.
He started a small firm and incognito knowing very well – he could be found easily started a new life but Shanti still had to be in the shadows though they resumed their torrid much awaited sex life. She came this morning from Bangalore and it was a long journey for her to undertake for this fuck of a life time she enjoyed – especially the ass fuck. He loved her moist dirty ass as soon as she arrived post the 6 hour journey and would not allow her to wash – and take her as she would arrive – he loved her – loved her smell – loved her dirt.
Shanti was clad in a simple *churidar* and *kurta*. Her face was a perfect oval, tapering to a fine chin. Her eyes were elongated, almond-shaped, lined with *kajal* She had high cheekbones and a
fine, straight nose. Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and luscious. She had white, even teeth. Her hair was thick and lustrous, now tied in a plait that reached her buttocks. Her dusky skin was smooth and clear and soft, the colour and texture of honey. A long, elegant neck led smoothly to full, high, ripe breasts, superbly formed and heavy, like succulent mangoes.
Her belly was firm and flat, her waist narrow and her hips flared just so, to neatly curved buttocks and slender, long, elegant legs. Her arms were smoothly turned, and her hands and feet were shapely. She wore a long *mangalsutra* around her neck, a *bindi*, gold earrings, gold finger-rings, silver anklets and toe-rings. She dropped her *dupatta* as she approached Ratan, and unbuttoned her *kurta*. Beneath, she was naked.
Before Ratan, she stopped for a second, her eyes locking with his, then her hands slid up his torso, caressing him sensuously, and then she bent her head and, moaning softly, licked his nipple. Ratan did not move. Shanti groaned and tugged at the cord of her *churidar*. It rustled to her feet and she kicked it aside. Slowly, she drew the *kurta* off her head. Her breasts were heavy and warm with excitement, her long nipples rigid, her aureoles puckered. She pressed against him, caressing his body, writhing her flesh against his, pushing her hands into his trousers, squeezing his buttocks. Tugging his jeans down, she slithered to her knees before Ratan.
He kicked his jeans aside.
Still limp, Ratan's penis was eight inches long and correspondingly thick. It hung from a thatch of neatly trimmed, sparse pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. His cock and balls were moothly shorn. Shanti moaned thickly as she took his cock in her hands and caressed it lovingly. Jerking it deftly, she stroked her face with it, her eyes half-closed, her lips fluttering open. His penis stirred in her hands and she slowly took his cock-head in her mouth. A slow grin creased Ratan's face. His belly rippled. Now he raised his other arm and spread his legs so that he seemed to be spread eagled in the doorway.
Shanti sucked Ratan's penis hungrily, holding his shaft and jerking it back and forth. His penis quivered and stirred and began to swell in her mouth and fingers. Ratan grunted as his penis grew to an enormous size, over ten inches long, nearly two inches thick. Slowly, he flexed his buttocks and slid his hips forward at her face. Shanti groaned and, gripping his hips, took his cock deeper in her mouth, sucking feverishly. Ratan was a virile dirty man and he was now an escaped divorcee close to a convict. Now she sucked his penis, gripping his hips and rocking her head rapidly back and forth. Ratan remained as he was, his head bent, watching her suck his cock, his arms aloft, hands gripping the lintel of the doorway. He pumped his hips steadily back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue and lips were magical and he felt the heat build and surge in his groin. The musky taste of his cock aroused her and she began to masturbate, caressing and squeezing her turgid breasts, thrusting a hand into her crotch and running a finger in and out of her wet cunt. Pausing, she rose slightly to squeeze her breasts around his cock as she licked his navel.
"Are you going to stay like this forever, stud?"
"Yup. You want to fuck, you do the work."
"And I suppose you don't want to fuck?"
"I'm keeping my side of our deal."
"Bastard."
"Probably." Ratan laughed softly at the expression of naked lust on her face. "Do what you like, bitch. I'm not moving. Fuck yourself on my cock."
Shanti moaned softly in excitement. She bent her head and sucked his cock again for a few minutes, hungrily taking him deep in her mouth and licking his cock-head frantically. He grunted, chuckled. Whimpering, she rose, kissing and licking his magnificent torso, sucking his nipples one by one till she was on her feet.
There was a darker side to things, as there always is. Sridhar had no way of knowing that his wife, Shanti was a slut and beneath that demure honest looking spiritual god fearing saree clad extremely faithful looking wife, the slut had scores of secret lovers, Suresh reveled in the candor of their marriage – he believed she had no secrets from him, as he certainly had none from her. He knew that she was a faithful wife who will and would never betray or cheat on him – he was not aware – poor guy that the pussy had fucked his uncle and brothers separately and in a gang bang. But there were days when Shanti didn't go to work. Instead, she left the house as usual, drove into town, stopped en route to call the Bank to say she would not be in that day, parked her car in a lot and took a taxi to a small, quiet lane by the Village.
Alighting from the taxi, she waited till it turned the corner and was out of sight. Then she walked quickly down the lane and turned into a narrow blind alley that ran perpendicular to the lane. At the end of the alley stood an old three-storied block of flats.t was a run-down wooden structure, the timber rotten and decaying in many parts, some windows boarded, others without shutters, still others broken and open like gaping wounds. There was no door to the building, and Shanti entered and climbed three flights of long, broad, shallow wooden steps, clutching the curved wooden bannister, worn smooth by countless hands. Most of the flats were empty. One or two had signs of desultory life, an occasional line of washing or a tinny radio squeaking and scratching. Shanti climbed to the top floor and turned down the corridor to the flat at the rear of the house. Using a key taken from her small handbag, she let herself into the flat.
In comparison to the rest of the building, the flat was surprisingly well-kept. The walls were neatly plastered and painted a soft white. The door opened into a large, simply furnished room with a high, sloping ceiling. Tall windows stretched along the length of the far wall. The room overlooked the growing fields of greenery and the silent farm lands, beyond several rows of thatched tiled roofs. An open door at one end of the room led into an airy and clean kitchen, fitted with simple and basic appliances – a small refrigerator, a two-ring gas stove, a steel sink and a granite worktop. Another door set half-way down the side wall was open and showed a bedroom with a bathroom.
Shanti closed the door behind her. Her lover emerged - Ratan from the bedroom. He was tall and very handsome, with a superb physique. He wore a pair of jeans and nothing else. He had thick black hair, swept back off his forehead. His nose was long and straight and slightly curved; the lips were slim and wide. His jaw was strong and well-defined, sexily square.
His dark eyes were deep-set. He was clean-shaven. His body was stunning: a muscular neck stretched to broad shoulders and led to a wide, deeply cleaved chest. His torso was hairless and smooth, his armpits were shaved clean. His nipples were small and dark and sharp, pulled wide and low on either side of the mighty W of his chest that swept from armpit to armpit.
His back was smooth and strong, curved inward to the spine, and snaking down to his taut buttocks. His belly was rock-hard, ridged with slabs of musculature. He was barefoot, and his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. He stopped in the doorway, with one arm raised, hand resting on the doorjamb and looked at Shanti impassively.
Shanti paused, studying him, her eyes raking his body. Her face flushed with excitement. Her eyes glittered and her nostrils flared and her lips parted. Dropping her purse on the floor, she moved towards her man, kicking off her sandals. He waited silently, carved out of a stone, an erotic bas-relief.
After the meeting at the Bank and doing his bidding – the lovers wanted to reunite – he was married to Reshma and she had known the existence of her nemesis – and warned Ratan of severe consequences if he did anything sexual with her –she was a mother of his two children but his interest in her was at its lowest – he had married the woman for the money and now he wanted to get rid of her – how? He had slowly paid off his father in law all the money invested – to be rid of the obligations and wanted to be rid of the burden – this led to some relief but he was not allowed a free bird life yet – he wanted a divorce but the payout was huge – the lawyer from Reshma's side slapped a multi crore pliant on him and he could not muster an advocate who could stand up to that nonsense.
Shanti got to know the background and assured him – she will not let her lust for him spoil his life and will work around this – she told him the evidence she kept of Reshma's past life – especially the torrid steamy Jacuzzi jaunts the lass enjoyed at the college with the faculty for scores – and the snaps and the videos she maintained with her – not yet deleted – she will quietly get them leaked and wait and see how she reacted – and only after some reprieve and fog clearance will they resume much awaited sex life. She needed him – his cock was still lingering with its awesome taste in her mouth – the six years and just the one interlude did little to erase the moments and their lasting outcome.
The video did find its way both to Reshma and her father and his lawyers- they threatened Ratan with dire consrquences and even got him assaulted – he suffered minor fractures and finally after a rather rough and rather torturous period – Ratan got his divorce but with a caveat – veiled threat that he will be 'dealt' with and she will have her revenge once and for all – he sought security officer protection but in vain and finally left the place to come and live in these interiors of Tamil Nadu.
He started a small firm and incognito knowing very well – he could be found easily started a new life but Shanti still had to be in the shadows though they resumed their torrid much awaited sex life. She came this morning from Bangalore and it was a long journey for her to undertake for this fuck of a life time she enjoyed – especially the ass fuck. He loved her moist dirty ass as soon as she arrived post the 6 hour journey and would not allow her to wash – and take her as she would arrive – he loved her – loved her smell – loved her dirt.
Shanti was clad in a simple *churidar* and *kurta*. Her face was a perfect oval, tapering to a fine chin. Her eyes were elongated, almond-shaped, lined with *kajal* She had high cheekbones and a
fine, straight nose. Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and luscious. She had white, even teeth. Her hair was thick and lustrous, now tied in a plait that reached her buttocks. Her dusky skin was smooth and clear and soft, the colour and texture of honey. A long, elegant neck led smoothly to full, high, ripe breasts, superbly formed and heavy, like succulent mangoes.
Her belly was firm and flat, her waist narrow and her hips flared just so, to neatly curved buttocks and slender, long, elegant legs. Her arms were smoothly turned, and her hands and feet were shapely. She wore a long *mangalsutra* around her neck, a *bindi*, gold earrings, gold finger-rings, silver anklets and toe-rings. She dropped her *dupatta* as she approached Ratan, and unbuttoned her *kurta*. Beneath, she was naked.
Before Ratan, she stopped for a second, her eyes locking with his, then her hands slid up his torso, caressing him sensuously, and then she bent her head and, moaning softly, licked his nipple. Ratan did not move. Shanti groaned and tugged at the cord of her *churidar*. It rustled to her feet and she kicked it aside. Slowly, she drew the *kurta* off her head. Her breasts were heavy and warm with excitement, her long nipples rigid, her aureoles puckered. She pressed against him, caressing his body, writhing her flesh against his, pushing her hands into his trousers, squeezing his buttocks. Tugging his jeans down, she slithered to her knees before Ratan.
He kicked his jeans aside.
Still limp, Ratan's penis was eight inches long and correspondingly thick. It hung from a thatch of neatly trimmed, sparse pubic hair. His balls were heavy and low. His cock and balls were moothly shorn. Shanti moaned thickly as she took his cock in her hands and caressed it lovingly. Jerking it deftly, she stroked her face with it, her eyes half-closed, her lips fluttering open. His penis stirred in her hands and she slowly took his cock-head in her mouth. A slow grin creased Ratan's face. His belly rippled. Now he raised his other arm and spread his legs so that he seemed to be spread eagled in the doorway.
Shanti sucked Ratan's penis hungrily, holding his shaft and jerking it back and forth. His penis quivered and stirred and began to swell in her mouth and fingers. Ratan grunted as his penis grew to an enormous size, over ten inches long, nearly two inches thick. Slowly, he flexed his buttocks and slid his hips forward at her face. Shanti groaned and, gripping his hips, took his cock deeper in her mouth, sucking feverishly. Ratan was a virile dirty man and he was now an escaped divorcee close to a convict. Now she sucked his penis, gripping his hips and rocking her head rapidly back and forth. Ratan remained as he was, his head bent, watching her suck his cock, his arms aloft, hands gripping the lintel of the doorway. He pumped his hips steadily back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. Her tongue and lips were magical and he felt the heat build and surge in his groin. The musky taste of his cock aroused her and she began to masturbate, caressing and squeezing her turgid breasts, thrusting a hand into her crotch and running a finger in and out of her wet cunt. Pausing, she rose slightly to squeeze her breasts around his cock as she licked his navel.
"Are you going to stay like this forever, stud?"
"Yup. You want to fuck, you do the work."
"And I suppose you don't want to fuck?"
"I'm keeping my side of our deal."
"Bastard."
"Probably." Ratan laughed softly at the expression of naked lust on her face. "Do what you like, bitch. I'm not moving. Fuck yourself on my cock."
Shanti moaned softly in excitement. She bent her head and sucked his cock again for a few minutes, hungrily taking him deep in her mouth and licking his cock-head frantically. He grunted, chuckled. Whimpering, she rose, kissing and licking his magnificent torso, sucking his nipples one by one till she was on her feet.
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