Adultery A Slut Awakens

[KEWekJON]

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This is a collected story. i read it long time ago in some site , and i am just reposting it  here so that people of this site can enjoy reading it . All credit goes to the actual writer of the story. 

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Aslam was finding it hard to concentrate on driving.  Each time he
reached down to shift gears he was very aware of how close his fingers were
to Suparna's thighs.  To make things worse, the few times his fingers did
brush her thighs, she didn't seem to pull away or be in any discomfort.
This made him wonder about whether she too wanted their relationship to be
something more than just a friendship.  Of course any such step would be
very dangerous as they were both married, and actually happy in their
respective marriages, plus her husband was his best friend.

  Although the music was playing, the silence between them filled the car.
The two of them were well known for their word sparring.

  "Never a dull moment when these two are in the room together", was what
one of their friends had to say.

  Ever since he had met her, when his friend was still courting her, Aslam
had found himself sexually attracted to her.  But he had taken lots of
pains to make sure that nobody would ever discover his feelings for her.
One of those precautions was to ensure that they would never be alone with
each other.

  Today was one of the rare days when they were both alone with each
other.

  "Aslam, can I ask you something?" she said breaking the silence and his
train of thought.

  "Do I sense something amusing coming up?" he asked in reply, in keeping
with the character of his relationship with her.

  "Please, for once can I request you to be serious?" she said without
responding with a typical retort.

  "Oh!  Serious is it?" he asked, calming down.

  "Kind of.  But I want you to promise two things.  One, you shouldn't
laugh at me.  Two, if I am wrong you should never ever mention this, not in
front of others nor when we are alone."

  "Now you are scaring me Saps", he told her.

  "Please yaar.  Once you hear me out you will understand why this is not
easy for me either.  But you should promise me not to make fun of me."

  "Do you trust me?" he asked her.

  "Yes", she said, looking quizzically at him.

  "Enough to know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you?"

  "Of course."

  "Then why do you have to specify conditions?  All you need to do is say
whatever you want to say and then tell me to keep it to myself."

  "Yeah I know."

  The silence in the car returned.

  "So?" he prodded her on.

  "Well...Are we going to do something about our feelings or are they
going to stay buried?"

  He felt his heart do a somersault and his blood run hot and cold at
once.

  "W...what what feeling?" he asked.

  "Please let's not play games.  Even if you don't have the feelings, you
know exactly what I am talking about.  So it's a pretty simple yes or no
question."

  Aslamlooked for a spot to park the car and found one.  After parking the
car he turned to her.

  "Am I that obvious?"

  "No.  No one would ever guess you had feelings for me.  The only reason
I saw it was because I was desperately looking for it.  There is always a
danger to that.  When you are desperately looking for something you always
wonder if what you see is real or you are seeing it only because you want
it so badly to be there."

  He nodded.

  "I was taking a chance when I brought this up", she continued.  "If you
had said that you hadn't felt anything for me, I would have died of shame
and a lot of other things."

  "But Sups ...", he said, daring to place his palm on her thigh.  He felt
her start, not from fear, but from the electricity of their touch.  Both of
them knew that the hand on her thigh was not that of a friend, but of a
lover.

  "We have so much to lose and I think you should know that I don't love
you in a way to even see you as my wife.  My attraction to you is more
sexual."

  The confession was difficult, but now that they were here, he knew you
had to make it.

  "I feel the same way", she replied without hesitation.  "I love Rakesh.
But I want to sleep with you from time to time.  My body yearns for it
every time we meet."

  He squeezed her thighs a little and she spread them, the invitation was
overt.

  "We need to think this through.  I would love to take you to bed.  But
we cannot take a chance."

  "I agree with you completely.  We both know the risks.  All I want to
know from you now is whether you want what I want."

  "Yes I do", he told her.

  "Touch my cunt please.  If just for a moment, just touch me."

  He slid his palm higher up her thighs until they reach her cunt.  Her
salwar was wet on the outside from her juices which had seeped through her
panties.

  "See what you do to me?" she asked him in a hoarse voice.

  He nodded and then pulled his hand away.  I was like trying to pull a
block of iron away from a strong magnet.

  "I think we better head on home", he told her.

  "Yes we better", she replied, her voice still not completely back.

  The rest of the drive was, if anything, quieter than it had been before.
Aslam's penis was throbbing for release and Suparna's juices continued to
flow and very soon the car was filled with the musky odour of her sex.

  "Turn of the ac, we'll open the windows", she suggested.

  "Why?"

  "You know why", she said.

  "No.  Let's keep it this way.  I love this smell."

  She didn't press the point.

  They were both relieved to reach their destination, Suparna's apartment.
Aslam parked the car and they went up to the elevator.  As they waited for
the elevator to arrive, Aslam let his eyes roam the body he had for so long
wanted.

  She knew his eyes were on her, and it thrilled her to know that he was
checking her out so openly.  She felt herself begin to blush as she
remembered the fantasies she had about him.

  He noticed the blush.

  "What?" he asked her.

  "What?" she asked back.

  "You are blushing.  Why?"

  "Nothing", she said shaking her head.

  "C'mon.  Why are we suddenly shy?  Isn't the whole intention of this to
be free and sexual with each other when we are safe and alone?"

  "Well I knew you were checking me out", she said after a pause.  "And I
found myself thinking of the fantasies I have about you."

  "Anything in particular?" he asked her with a naughty smile playing all
over his face.

  She nodded, "One in which I imagine us doing it in the elevator".

  The elevator arrived and they both got into it and watched the doors
close.

  "Want to stop the elevator now?"

  "No!" she exclaimed and said, "It is too risky."

  He noted how she didn't say that she didn't want to do it, just that she
didn't want to do it unless the elevator stopped on it own.

  He reached out and placed his palm under her breast.

  "You have beautiful breasts", he said, pleased that she didn't pull away
from him.

  "Thank you", she replied simply.

  "What colour bra are you wearing?" he asked her as the door opened at
her floor.

  She paused a moment and pulled the neck of her t-shirt to the side to
let him see the cream coloured strap.  Then she left the elevator and he
followed, admiring her undulating ass.  She rang the door bell and they
waited.

  Rakesh opened the door and beamed at Aslam.

  "Buddy you won't believe what I got", he started.  The two of them
continued to talk about the latest computer game which Rakesh had picked up
on his way back from work.  They went directly to his laptop and as luck
would have it, Aslam was sitting such that he could look at Rakesh's bedroom
which was behind Rakesh.

  "I'll just change and come", Suparna said as she crossed them heading to
her bedroom from the kitchen.  "Will you boys keep an eye on the milk?"

  "Sure", Rakesh said absently, intent on the loading game.

  Behind him, inside his bedroom, in view of his friend his wife began to
undress.  First came off the t-shirt, exposing her bare torso to him.  Then
she reached down and undid her jeans and peeled them off.  She waited,
allowing him a good look at her almost naked body.  Then she pulled on a
nightdress and returned to the kitchen.  As she passed him, she had a smug
smile on her face.  He tried to concentrate on what Rakesh was saying, but
his penis was throbbing for release.  He hadn't had sex for a week and his
new found lover wasn't helping things.

  She gave him a naughty smile as she placed his coffee in front of him.

  "Can't you boys put this damn thing aside at least till Meherun comes
home?" she asked, referring to Aslam's wife.

  "Okay", Rakesh said with reluctance and closed the lid of his laptop.

  Conversation meandered through the coffee until Rakesh's mobile phone
rang.  Although neither Suparna nor Aslam paid attention to the call
initially, both of them perked up when then heard Rakesh say, "I'll come in
now.  Why can't you guys do anything straight without me looking over your
shoulders?"

  With that he cut the call, and smiled apologetically at Aslam.

  "Assholes.  We have a pitch to make on Monday.  The guys were supposed
to have the presentation done and sent to me tonight.  Now it looks like
they've run into a wall and need me there.  Shouldn't take more than an
hour.  You wanna come?"

  "And sit in your damn reception for an hour, which is only your reading
of the situation.  The last time we went to your office, I ended up reading
magazines for the rest of the evening."

  "Okay man.  Why don't we do it this way?  Assume, just assume, I get
held up, bring both the ladies to Reno's.  We'll meet up there for dinner.
But if I finish early, which I hope to, I'll come back here and we can head
out.  What say?"

  "Sounds good.  Let's keep Meherun's arrival as cut-off.  If you finish well
before her arrival time then head back home.  But if you are going to
finish after or around about the time she comes then we will come towards
you."

  "Sounds great.  Okay, I gotta go now", he said and got up.

  He gave Suparna a quick peck on her lips, grabbed his laptop and rushed
out.  After the door closed behind him, Suparna and Aslam sat frozen.  They
both wanted to rush at each other, but in both their minds they were
imaging Rakesh rushing back in and finding them in an embrace.

  Aslam got up and went to the balcony.  We waited to see Rakesh's car pull
out of the apartment complex.  He felt Suparna come and stand beside him.
Rakesh's car pulled out just as she came.

  "He has forgotten his keys here", she said quietly.

  "What?" he asked in confusion.

  "He's forgotten his keys here.  He can't get back in without us opening
the door and there is two hours to go before Meherun get's home.  Fuck me
Aslam. Fuck me now."

  They stared at each other for a moment, not believing their luck.

  He remembered her telling him she fantasised having sex in the elevator
with him.  He wondered whether games and the wrong of an issue turned her
on.  He decided to test her.

  "I want you on your conjugal bed", he told her.  "I want to fuck you on
the very same bed your husband fucks you.  I want to take you dressed in
your wedding dress.  You looked like such a virgin that day, did you know
that?"

  Her eyes lit up telling him that he had guessed right.

  "I'll need at least half an hour to dress up", she told him.

  "We have two hours at most, and an hour and half at least.  Go get
dressed and wait for me.  Don't lock the door.  I will walk in at exactly
thirty minutes from when you close the door."

  He brought his wrist up and browsed through the various modes of his
wrist watch until he found the stopwatch.  She went to her bedroom door and
looked back once more at him then closed the door.  He clicked the stop
watch on.  Then he went to the door and locked it.

  Then he waited.

  Inside Suparna pulled off her clothes.  She stripped all the way down to
her bare skin.  She combed her long tresses until they fell in waves over
her shoulder.  Then she rolled it up, like she had on her wedding day and
stuck pins into it to hold it up.  She went to the cupboard and picked out
her only pair of Victoria's Secret lingerie.  It was white and completely
lace.  It drove Rakesh crazy and on rare Sunday's she would draw all the
curtains and spend the whole day in just that and nothing else.  They would
have almost four or five rounds of sex on those days.  But somehow she
never really enjoyed those sessions as Rakesh refused to treat her the way
she wanted to be treated be her man in bed - like a slut.  Ever since she
could remember she loved having fantasies where the man treated her like a
common whore.

  She had loved the way Rakesh had spoken in the balcony.  If he had
continued a minute longer she would have collapsed to the floor with her
orgasm.

  She looked at herself in the mirror and was satisfied at what she saw.
She sat down and began to apply her make-up.  The lipstick she applied a
little thicker than normal and it had the desired affect of making her look
a little bit like a whore.  Dressed as she was right then, she was reminded
of the whores Rakesh and she had seen in the windows of the red-light
district of Amsterdam on their honeymoon.

  She picked up her jewellery box and began to put on the jewellery she
had on her marriage day.  Then she put on her blouse and skirt.  Little by
little the only remaining sign of the slut was her lipstick.  She was
finished with 5 minutes to spare.  She waited.

  Aslam was outside the door well before the thirty minutes was up.  He
waited, eyes on his watch, and one hand on the door knob.  At the exact
moment he turned the knob and entered her room.

  He stopped short at the sight.

  The lights had been dimmed, and the curtains drawn so no light came in
from the window.  She sat on the bed, her head and face covered by her
pallu in the traditional fashion.  He could be forgiven for thinking this
was really his conjugal night.

  He went up to his `wife' and lifted her pallu.  She kept her gaze fixed
on her feet, not looking up at him.

  Slowly she lifted her eyes and met his gaze, and fear filled her face.

  "You are not Rakesh!  Who are you?" she asked in fear.

  "I'm Aslam, his best friend", he replied, getting into the game easily.

  "But what are you doing here?"

  "Making sure my friend is as lucky as he thinks he is", he replied.

  "What do you mean?"

  He dropped the pallu off her head and behind her.

  "Please sir, I cannot bare my head or face before anyone but my husband
today."

  "Oh!  I think you can.  You see he is drunk and sloshed out.  So I think
that this being your conjugal night, you would be all wet and turned on.
It is a shame if you were to go to bed unsatisfied."

  He got on the bed as he said this.

  "Please sir, leave the room", she said without too much conviction.

  He took her shoulders gently but firmly and pushed her back on the bed.
She lay back without a fight.

  "Please sir, I am a virgin.  All these years I kept it safe so my
husband could deflower me."

  "And see what he has done.  The uncaring bastard is out there drowning
in booze, while you are here, drowning in your sex juices."

  He was drawing her saree up.  First her legs, then her thighs were
exposed.  He didn't stop till her panties were on display.

  He hooked his thumbs on the elastic and she lifted her ass to allow him
to pull them down.  He peeled them off and unzipped his trouser.

  "No time to do this properly honey, so you will have to do with this",
he said and got between her thighs which she had spread out for him.

  He placed his penis at the entrance to her hole.

  "Do you want this?"

  "Yes", she replied in a whisper.

  "Do you want me to fuck you on your conjugal bed?"

  "Yes"

  "Say it"

  "Fuck me Aslam.  Fuck me on my marriage bed."

  He thrust and she drew a sharp breath as his shaft embedded itself deep
into her.

  "Hard.  Do me hard and merciless", she whispered into his ear.

  He didn't need another invitation and began to thrust hard in and out of
her.

  "I'm a whore.  Use me like one", she continued to whisper I his ear.

  Her words were driving him crazy with lust.

  "Your husband doesn't know what he has missed", he said through his
teeth.

  "Oh!  He'll get his share.  But from now on these thighs will always be
open to you.  Fuck me hard my surrogate husband."

  "What a slut!" he said.

  "Am I really?"

  "Damn right you are", he said.

  He was panting now with the exertion of the rapid sex which he wasn't
used to.

  "Tell me what you like about this", he prodded her.

  "I like cheating on my husband."

  He continued to fuck her, replying her with only grunts of exertion.

  "I like it that you are not in love with me, but with my body."

  He thrust harder at this.

  "I am a slut.  I feel trapped in this charade.  I want an outlet."

  He continued to grunt.

  "Will you treat me accordingly?"

  He grunted hard and began to ejaculate.

  "GOD!" she screamed.

  His thrusts were slower now, but more deliberate.

  She met each thrust of his with one of her own.

  "I'M CUMMING", she screamed out.

  They continued to thrust slowly but hard at each other.  Each thrust
landing more of his seed deep inside her.

  Then he fell on her, worn out from his exertions.  They were both
breathing hard, and sweat covered their bodies.  After he got his breath he
rolled off her and left the bedroom without a word.

  Suparna got off the bed and undid her clothes.  After she took off her
panties, she used them to wipe his dripping cum from her cunt.  She dropped
her underclothes into the wash basket and carefully folded her saree and
put it back.  She put on the clothes she was wearing earlier and went out
into the living room.

  Aslamwas on the couch flipping channels on the television.  She went and
sat beside him.  They looked at each other in silence for a moment.

  "Regret it?" she asked him.

  "No way", he said with a smile.

  "Guilty?"

  "Definitely", he said.

  "Me too.  Will it ever go away?"

  "I hope not", he replied.

  "Why?"

  "Then where would the excitement come from?"

  She looked into his eyes and after a moment smiled.

  "How can two people be so alike?" she asked.

  He reached out and drew her towards him.  They kissed passionately,
tongues thrusting into each other's mouths fighting for control.  She
finally drew back and let his tongue roam inside her mouth.  She felt him
grab he breasts and knead them.  She moaned as he increased the pressure on
her breast.

  He finally let go of her and she fell back, panting.

  "Did you change your underclothes?" he asked her.

  "Yes", she replied.

  "What are you wearing now?" he asked.

  "The same I was ..."

  "Show me slut.  Show me", he said cutting her mid-sentence.

  She stood up and went in front of him.  She unzipped the top of her
nightdress and pulled one bra-covered breast out, displaying her cream bra
to him.  Then, without putting the breast back in, she lifted the night
dress and showed him her black panties.

  He nodded and she covered herself.

  "I like knowing what you wear underneath.  Every time I am with you I
search to see glimpses and hope to know the colour of your bra.  I of
course know that seeing your panties is impossible", he confessed.

  "I'll make sure you always know.  From today onwards you will know
everyday, whether we meet or not, what underclothes and clothes I am
wearing.  Okay?"

  He nodded and smiled.

  "It's time for Meherun to arrive, right?" she asked.  Disappointment was
writ large on her face and in her voice.

  He nodded.

  "Can I suck your penis till she comes?"

  "Be my guest", he told her and undid his trousers.  She pulled his
trouser and underwear down to his knees and began to suck on him like his
organ was a lollipop.  The slurping sounds and her earnestness soon made
him hard again.  He hoped she would ejaculate him before Meherun arrived.

  For her part Suparna had no intention of letting him cum.  She wanted
him hot and turned on for the whole evening - wanting her but having no way
of getting her.

[Kunal singh]

Bahot badhiya. Very very good story and plot. Please be regular

[Ssglover]

What a fucking start

[Curiouser]

Excellent story