30-09-2019, 09:34 PM
# 13
Tarun stared at his hairless body. How the hell had that happened?
He recounted the horrific dream of last night where he had been turned into a woman and violated forcibly. Instinctively, his hands flew to his chest and to his crotch – thank god – there was neither breast nor cunt - but how in hell was he covered in so much cum – had he leaked so much in the dream. Immediately he proceeded to stand under the shower and soaped himself. He watched as the water washed away the globs. Later on, stepping out of the shower, he rubbed himself vigorously with a towel…
But there was still a gooey feeling underneath. Didn’t the water reach there? Reaching back, he delved into the crack between the buttocks and brought away his hand for inspection. It held another thick wad of semen. In trepidation, he went to the commode and sat down. A thick string of sticky liquid ran down of its own. He was crest fallen … what he had thought of as a dream had been a reality … he had been savagely violated by a muscular hunk with blue eyes …
A very clear recollection of the rasping voice of that monster echoed in his head
“…I will make you my Taruni … remember that …”
followed by the ultimatum,
“Leave Dolly to Rudra … or you will be my Taruni … for ever … never you forget that … … never ever …”
He shuddered. He had to find Dolly – or he would go mad – he thought…
Coming out he witnessed Dolly holding onto Rudra’s hands and felt an immediate thrill. “Damn”, he uttered beneath his breath, becoming aware of the sudden pressure against his bermudas as his penis was betraying him shamelessly. Thankfully no one noticed. The sight of his beloved wife sitting with Rudra with their fingers entwined had sent a tingle down the spine. “What was happening?”
Carefully with a put up aura - as if he didn’t find anything wrong with the scene, he lowered himself to the wicker chair on the opposite side of the duo. He poured out a cup of tea for himself and took a sip. With deliberate casualness he directed his attention at them. Below the table, the throbbing penis was well out of sight.
”So you thought, you would get rid of me so easily, na!”
Dolly giggled at the feeble joke she made at the older man. Tarun just couldn’t understand her. “Why was she doing this?”
Briefly, his thoughts went to how he had met her …
That had been just a couple of years back - at Jaichandji’s house in connection with a business interest from his own growing enterprise. The old man had been very impressed with him and so had been his daughter. By nature, he had been a shy guy type and it was Dolly who had come on to him. Then the falling in love and marriage had followed - all in the space of two years. In that time, he came to know her nature - the loving and caring type and yet being so self assured. She possessed a strong mind, which suited him fine for he could leave the entire domestic issues to her and concentrate on his business front. Therefore he wasn’t all that much annoyed seeing her sitting so intimately with Rudra. What surprised him, on the other hand, was his own reaction. Normally, he should have been frowning at them if not showing actual anger. On the other hand it was his dick and not his mind which had responded. Was he enjoying the thoughts of a possible surrender of his mating privileges before another male? Then again there was that dream. Did that have something to do with how Dolly was behaving?
In that dilemma, he made a decision - to let things proceed and find out if anything further would be developing.
“You are so heartless”, Dolly continued in her teasing, “How many times have you come to our house – tell, tell …”
“Aww; you know”, Rudra was saying, “ Most of the work was getting done from the office. So you see … ”, he replied defensively.
“And to meet me?”, she jerked their entwined fingers for effect.
Rudra was smiling helplessly - admitting defeat. She turned her gaze to her husband and found him also to be grinning broadly in agreement.
In that instant, Dolly was very happy. After all she had made Rudra smile and even laugh a bit. She remembered the past conversations with her father where he used to praise him like anything. “What a wonderful person – how he has saved me from utter disaster … wish I had a son like him”, he had said once and she had felt a glow hearing that. There was that thing, she being an only child and her father’s frequent mention of his name had made her look to him as an older brother - someone who could be counted upon for protection. But, then had come that terrible news of his wife’s death and how hard he had taken it all. At that time, she was away to her aunt’s place in Delhi - caring for the sick relative. When she had returned, Rudra had already left Mumbai and her marriage with Tarun was fast nearing. Afterwards, it was Tarun, who didn’t care much for crowded places, had suggested Bhopal for the honeymoon. She was overjoyed for she knew that she would run into Rudra there. Periodical reports from Ramu had indicated that he was literally drowning himself in the liquor and she had developed a strong sense of duty towards the man who had literally saved her father from a major scam and swindle which otherwise would have ruined his business and might have sent him to jail.
Now she directed a question at her husband,
“You tell, how would it be if we took him with us for outing today?”
Tarun was completely unprepared for this. Before he could answer, Rudra protested hotly,
“Arre; what is this? What would I be doing between you two love birds? And I don’t want to become the proverbial third wheel.”
Dolly turned her face back to Rudra.
“You have to come Rudraji – otherwise I will take offense. Never shall you speak with me again. There is no wheeling – dealing here mister. Now you must decide.”
“Well, if you put it that way, do I have an option?”, Rudra replied in a resigned tone.
Tarun’s charged mind began to wonder whether it was he who had become the extra wheel there.
“So it is confirmed then. Let everyone get ready. We will all leave in an hour or so.”
She released his hand, rose up and started to collect the tea cups.
Rudra rose and left for his room. Tarun watched Dolly collecting the tea tray. After she went downstairs, he dared to raise himself, his hard-on still very stiff.. He went to their room and paced inside in a distracted fashion. The tension showed no signs of decreasing.
Shortly after, Dolly came in. Hurriedly he went to the door and bolted it. Turning around, he pounced on her like a tiger and in a single motion dragged them both to the bed, making her fall over him.
Dolly was bemused. Lying on top, she caressed his hair and spoke softly with a smile,
“Missed me so much?”
Tarun was in raptures. Some unknown force inside him had raised his excitement level to fever pitch. He loved the feeling of Dolly on top. “So sexy, dammit.” He knew he was allowing in some very nasty and unspeakable thoughts but then again the hidden pleasure was so great that he wanted more and more of it and for it to never stop.
With a croaking voice, he said,
“You are quite close to Rudra, fancy him?”
“Yes, of course”, she thought he was teasing her and decided to play along.
“Seen his muscular body - nothing like yours”, she punched his chest playfully. Then she turned over to the side allowing him to come over her. He had already dragged down his bermuda and tore out her panties in an instant. Surprisingly, she discovered herself to be wet already; she put her arms around his neck. Then he started to take her urgently and forcefully … … like a sledgehammer striking down rapidly and mercilessly … … and the sweet pain started to rise from her crotch … … gradually taking her over and she crying out “Don’t stop, don’t … eh … eh … ahhhhh … …his excitement mounting … … his breath resembling a steam engine … … then the inevitable climb to the peak … … the exquisite pain … … the pleasure, both coming together … … the release … … the ripples of a huge orgasm tearing through her while Tarun with a final grunt collapsed over her…
Dolly collected her breath … … aware of the sweet sensation of the lovely penis inside her squirting ... She loosened the stranglehold around his neck … … lovingly kissed his face … … the face of a very lovable husband … ….
She closed her eyes experiencing the sensation of floating in the clouds. What had caused this sudden change in him, something she hadn’t come across often? Was it the aftereffect of an early morning erotic dream … … or was it … … she hesitated to admit the thought … … something to do with Rudra.
“He is acting so strange”, she told herself.
After they had regained their breath, still lying below him, she asked softly,
“Darling, did you feel bad – my inviting him to join us for an outing?”, she ran her fingers through his hair, “You see, how depressed he remains all the time … perhaps if he comes out a bit with us, then he might feel less gloomy.”
“Absolutely not – I mean about your inviting him”, he answered, choosing the words carefully so as not to show a trace of his inside thoughts, “This is a fantastic idea, dear.”
She smiled and rewarded him with a long kiss on his forehead. “My sweet husband.”
Instantly, his penis started to show signs of coming life, despite been spent out a couple of minutes before. Tarun didn’t dare to move.
Dolly pushed him to the side and got up.
“You want to spend the entire time here or shall we make get ready to go out?”
“Yes, mam,” Tarun rose up and gave her a mock salute. Then he headed to the bathroom.
Tarun stared at his hairless body. How the hell had that happened?
He recounted the horrific dream of last night where he had been turned into a woman and violated forcibly. Instinctively, his hands flew to his chest and to his crotch – thank god – there was neither breast nor cunt - but how in hell was he covered in so much cum – had he leaked so much in the dream. Immediately he proceeded to stand under the shower and soaped himself. He watched as the water washed away the globs. Later on, stepping out of the shower, he rubbed himself vigorously with a towel…
But there was still a gooey feeling underneath. Didn’t the water reach there? Reaching back, he delved into the crack between the buttocks and brought away his hand for inspection. It held another thick wad of semen. In trepidation, he went to the commode and sat down. A thick string of sticky liquid ran down of its own. He was crest fallen … what he had thought of as a dream had been a reality … he had been savagely violated by a muscular hunk with blue eyes …
A very clear recollection of the rasping voice of that monster echoed in his head
“…I will make you my Taruni … remember that …”
followed by the ultimatum,
“Leave Dolly to Rudra … or you will be my Taruni … for ever … never you forget that … … never ever …”
He shuddered. He had to find Dolly – or he would go mad – he thought…
Coming out he witnessed Dolly holding onto Rudra’s hands and felt an immediate thrill. “Damn”, he uttered beneath his breath, becoming aware of the sudden pressure against his bermudas as his penis was betraying him shamelessly. Thankfully no one noticed. The sight of his beloved wife sitting with Rudra with their fingers entwined had sent a tingle down the spine. “What was happening?”
Carefully with a put up aura - as if he didn’t find anything wrong with the scene, he lowered himself to the wicker chair on the opposite side of the duo. He poured out a cup of tea for himself and took a sip. With deliberate casualness he directed his attention at them. Below the table, the throbbing penis was well out of sight.
”So you thought, you would get rid of me so easily, na!”
Dolly giggled at the feeble joke she made at the older man. Tarun just couldn’t understand her. “Why was she doing this?”
Briefly, his thoughts went to how he had met her …
That had been just a couple of years back - at Jaichandji’s house in connection with a business interest from his own growing enterprise. The old man had been very impressed with him and so had been his daughter. By nature, he had been a shy guy type and it was Dolly who had come on to him. Then the falling in love and marriage had followed - all in the space of two years. In that time, he came to know her nature - the loving and caring type and yet being so self assured. She possessed a strong mind, which suited him fine for he could leave the entire domestic issues to her and concentrate on his business front. Therefore he wasn’t all that much annoyed seeing her sitting so intimately with Rudra. What surprised him, on the other hand, was his own reaction. Normally, he should have been frowning at them if not showing actual anger. On the other hand it was his dick and not his mind which had responded. Was he enjoying the thoughts of a possible surrender of his mating privileges before another male? Then again there was that dream. Did that have something to do with how Dolly was behaving?
In that dilemma, he made a decision - to let things proceed and find out if anything further would be developing.
“You are so heartless”, Dolly continued in her teasing, “How many times have you come to our house – tell, tell …”
“Aww; you know”, Rudra was saying, “ Most of the work was getting done from the office. So you see … ”, he replied defensively.
“And to meet me?”, she jerked their entwined fingers for effect.
Rudra was smiling helplessly - admitting defeat. She turned her gaze to her husband and found him also to be grinning broadly in agreement.
In that instant, Dolly was very happy. After all she had made Rudra smile and even laugh a bit. She remembered the past conversations with her father where he used to praise him like anything. “What a wonderful person – how he has saved me from utter disaster … wish I had a son like him”, he had said once and she had felt a glow hearing that. There was that thing, she being an only child and her father’s frequent mention of his name had made her look to him as an older brother - someone who could be counted upon for protection. But, then had come that terrible news of his wife’s death and how hard he had taken it all. At that time, she was away to her aunt’s place in Delhi - caring for the sick relative. When she had returned, Rudra had already left Mumbai and her marriage with Tarun was fast nearing. Afterwards, it was Tarun, who didn’t care much for crowded places, had suggested Bhopal for the honeymoon. She was overjoyed for she knew that she would run into Rudra there. Periodical reports from Ramu had indicated that he was literally drowning himself in the liquor and she had developed a strong sense of duty towards the man who had literally saved her father from a major scam and swindle which otherwise would have ruined his business and might have sent him to jail.
Now she directed a question at her husband,
“You tell, how would it be if we took him with us for outing today?”
Tarun was completely unprepared for this. Before he could answer, Rudra protested hotly,
“Arre; what is this? What would I be doing between you two love birds? And I don’t want to become the proverbial third wheel.”
Dolly turned her face back to Rudra.
“You have to come Rudraji – otherwise I will take offense. Never shall you speak with me again. There is no wheeling – dealing here mister. Now you must decide.”
“Well, if you put it that way, do I have an option?”, Rudra replied in a resigned tone.
Tarun’s charged mind began to wonder whether it was he who had become the extra wheel there.
“So it is confirmed then. Let everyone get ready. We will all leave in an hour or so.”
She released his hand, rose up and started to collect the tea cups.
Rudra rose and left for his room. Tarun watched Dolly collecting the tea tray. After she went downstairs, he dared to raise himself, his hard-on still very stiff.. He went to their room and paced inside in a distracted fashion. The tension showed no signs of decreasing.
Shortly after, Dolly came in. Hurriedly he went to the door and bolted it. Turning around, he pounced on her like a tiger and in a single motion dragged them both to the bed, making her fall over him.
Dolly was bemused. Lying on top, she caressed his hair and spoke softly with a smile,
“Missed me so much?”
Tarun was in raptures. Some unknown force inside him had raised his excitement level to fever pitch. He loved the feeling of Dolly on top. “So sexy, dammit.” He knew he was allowing in some very nasty and unspeakable thoughts but then again the hidden pleasure was so great that he wanted more and more of it and for it to never stop.
With a croaking voice, he said,
“You are quite close to Rudra, fancy him?”
“Yes, of course”, she thought he was teasing her and decided to play along.
“Seen his muscular body - nothing like yours”, she punched his chest playfully. Then she turned over to the side allowing him to come over her. He had already dragged down his bermuda and tore out her panties in an instant. Surprisingly, she discovered herself to be wet already; she put her arms around his neck. Then he started to take her urgently and forcefully … … like a sledgehammer striking down rapidly and mercilessly … … and the sweet pain started to rise from her crotch … … gradually taking her over and she crying out “Don’t stop, don’t … eh … eh … ahhhhh … …his excitement mounting … … his breath resembling a steam engine … … then the inevitable climb to the peak … … the exquisite pain … … the pleasure, both coming together … … the release … … the ripples of a huge orgasm tearing through her while Tarun with a final grunt collapsed over her…
Dolly collected her breath … … aware of the sweet sensation of the lovely penis inside her squirting ... She loosened the stranglehold around his neck … … lovingly kissed his face … … the face of a very lovable husband … ….
She closed her eyes experiencing the sensation of floating in the clouds. What had caused this sudden change in him, something she hadn’t come across often? Was it the aftereffect of an early morning erotic dream … … or was it … … she hesitated to admit the thought … … something to do with Rudra.
“He is acting so strange”, she told herself.
After they had regained their breath, still lying below him, she asked softly,
“Darling, did you feel bad – my inviting him to join us for an outing?”, she ran her fingers through his hair, “You see, how depressed he remains all the time … perhaps if he comes out a bit with us, then he might feel less gloomy.”
“Absolutely not – I mean about your inviting him”, he answered, choosing the words carefully so as not to show a trace of his inside thoughts, “This is a fantastic idea, dear.”
She smiled and rewarded him with a long kiss on his forehead. “My sweet husband.”
Instantly, his penis started to show signs of coming life, despite been spent out a couple of minutes before. Tarun didn’t dare to move.
Dolly pushed him to the side and got up.
“You want to spend the entire time here or shall we make get ready to go out?”
“Yes, mam,” Tarun rose up and gave her a mock salute. Then he headed to the bathroom.
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