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Chapter 6 –  continued .. Part two - He … sets a trap

 
She
 
You shameless fool, all he asked was for you to shag him not take his cock in your mouth I scolded myself. But what could I do, his cock was so tempting? It looked as big and strong but at the same time so adorable and cute. Look at me talking about a cock like this. But I knew not all cocks look same or are equally attractive. I’ve seen some in porn movies apart from the cocks of my husband and my one boyfriend before my marriage. Vikram had a tool that made your mouth drool. I have become a shameless hussy. My thoughts are like those of a bitch in heat. That thought struck me. Yes, I was a bitch in heat. This situation where you seem to be in a constant state of arousal and sexually charged emotions keeps gushing through your mind and body was new to me. This sensation was thrilling, makes your imagination hyperactive but at the same time a little frightening. The emotions are so strong that caution takes a back seat while you yearn for the fulfilment of the aroused desires. That is why maybe, perfectly decent married women stray from the straight and narrow. The feeling can be so overwhelming that nothing else matters. I am in that grip now. All these hidden emotions had been sparked alive by one man. Why had he chosen me? Did he see detect something in me that others failed to see. In his eyes he didn’t see a happily married housewife, he saw a woman who was yearning for some thrill in her life. I was another conquest for him, I didn’t know how many other housewives he had seduced and had sex with. For him I would be another bored housewife who needed sexual excitement and he had provided that. I will be another tick in his list and he would be moving on to a fresh conquest. I didn’t mind that. This was going to be my one and only adventure. Let it be over when I leave this place. I want no complications in my life. If it happens and I and Vikram sleep with each other let be indulge and fulfil all my wants because after this there is going to be no other man than my husband. Me taking so big a risk, I don’t want any regrets later.
 
Now thinking of my behaviour a few minutes ago I felt like laughing. What scene I will put up with my husband when he asks for oral sex.  Like it was something gross. Something I had no interest in doing and finally doing it only for his sake because how much he begged me. I had to show him that I was a decent woman brought up with high values don’t I? That is the type of wife a husband would value and respect. But there was no need for all this charade with a lover. With a lover, both are aware we are engaging in sex for sexual fulfilment. Not just sexual fulfilment but fulfilling our fantasies and to enjoy wonderful sex. No need for pretence. What a difference between two men. When I take my husband’s cock in my mouth there is nothing much left to hold except for his testes. With Vikram I can only take half his length in my mouth. I could shag him while at the same time sucking his tool. What a huge one he had I wonder if I could take it easily in my little hole. Will it be painful? Will it be wonderful? I’m not even sure I will find out tonight. In my imagination I was rolling all over the bed tightly hugging him as we kissed but is there any chance of that happening in reality, especially with so many people around. But then even with the people around he had me half naked in the room upstairs. If not for the fat aunty calling me I wouldn’t still be wondering now whether it would be painful or wonderful when that hard, fat cock enters my pussy. I was so vulnerable at that time. Only after I orgasmed did I come to full senses. The Aunty calling me could have sent someone to check why I was late. I would have been finished if that had happened. Or Vikram could have brought me to the edge as he ate my pussy and just before I reached my orgasm he could have shoved his cock inside. I would have been helpless to stop it (though why would I want to). So technically I’m still a faithful wife but for how long? The thought that Vikram could somehow hoodwink everyone, especially my husband just to be able to enjoy my body gave me an immense thrill.
 
When I got back to the hall one of the younger girls came up to me and asked,” Sis, where did you go? I was looking for you.”
 
“I was in the kitchen boiling water and getting it ready to make coffee.”
 
She suddenly looked keenly at my face. “Why sis your lipstick is smeared around a bit. Why did you kiss someone without your hubby knowing,” She said as laughed and jokingly teased me.
 
I got a shock as I didn’t think to check how I looked. She was joking but a guilty one like me being flustered was only natural.
 
“You are going to get it from me you little wench. Some dust fell on my lips when I rubbed that away it must have smudged,” I managed with a lie.
 
How would she know the reason for this was because as she first jokingly said a man’s lips had actually rubbed there and then his stiff shaft had subsequently rubbed on my lips too. The girl was soon distracted. I quickly got into a small side room and repaired my make up before anyone else noticed. Not everyone would have accepted my excuse as the girl had. Now there was more meaning to it when Vikram and I secretly exchanged glances every now and then. The glances showed our yearning for each other.  We arrived here as strangers to each other but an intimacy had developed between us that no one else was aware of. How can it not be when he has licked my pussy and I have sucked his dick. The event soon finished, food was served to everyone and after some cleaning up everyone was retiring to bed as soon as they can. The wedding was early next morning and everyone wanted to get as much rest as possible. My husband was still talking to some men. I took my son to the small room that was allotted to us. It was attached to the far end of the hall. It was now a little over half past ten. I was putting my son to sleep. With all the playing and running around he did he was soon asleep. I knew it was going to be difficult to wake him up in the morning and getting him ready. My husband was still not back.
 
At that time a very soft voice was calling out to me near the open window,” Bavani … Bavani.”
 
I looked up with a little jerk. I could just make out Vikram standing in the dark just outside the window. I immediately looked with perturbation at the hall through the open door. Luckily no one was looking in my direction. I quickly walked over to the window. The good thing was the window was hidden from the view from the hall but the bad thing was I cannot now see if anyone was coming towards the room.
 
“Why did you come here now Vikram, go before anyone comes.”
 
“Don’t worry, no one is looking here. Everything is working out as I have planned. Tonight, is going to be our first night sweetheart just you wait,” Vikram said. I could detect the excitement and happiness in his voice.
 
After saying that he quickly went away. I was confused. What he said … how was that possible. I was all excited earlier but as time went on and it became nearer the time when Vikram would try something to have sex with me I started getting nervous. This was risky. I could lose everything. I am after all a woman, a married woman at that. I won’t be able to handle the humiliation if we get caught. I would have no option but to commit suicide. At the same time Vikram sounded so confident. I was sure he was very resourceful when he sets his mind to enjoy a woman and he was not the type to get caught. The opposite emotions of fear and desire was on a head on collision in me. What could I do but to wait and see what happens? In a way I could be relieved if nothing happened tonight but I also cannot deny I would feel disappointment.
 
Husband
 
It is just one night only that I have to tolerate this torture. Tomorrow, after the wedding is over and after lunch no matter what anyone says I’m going to tell the bride’s father and leave this place. Every hour I delay is going to be a threat to my honour and my wife’s chastity. This decision was not because of a lack of trust in my wife (hmm … maybe a little) but when a situation arises and opportunity presents itself anyone can fall in a moment of weakness. The intelligent thing to do was not let a situation arise in the first place.
 
While I was thinking of this, brother Mani (I call him elder brother Mani out of respect though he was not my real brother) came up to me. “Mohan, look what I have here.” He showed me a light blue box he had in his hand. It was a 12-years old Singleton Single Malt Whisky. It even stated Luscious Nectar in small gold letters. Now this was my weakness, very good expensive Whisky. Now where did he get this?
 
Mani continued,” I, Shanker and Govind are polishing this off tonight and you are joining us.”
 
I was tempted but how was I going to leave Bavani alone tonight. The four of us will take at least over an hour to finish the bottle and I feared Vikram would have finished with my wife in that time.
 
“No, thank you. You all enjoy yourselves. Bavani will be all alone, I’ve got to go.” Good sense was prevailing in me.
 
“What?? Are you scared of your wife? We are going to leave our wives alone too. They are going to be inside the house so what can happen to them? Very rarely we get a chance to get together like this … and this is a very good foreign Whisky. Don’t give any excuses and come and join us.”
 
Your wives are not as beautiful as my wife Bavani and no handsome young man like Vikram is trying to fuck them I thought to myself dismally. At that very time that bastard Vikram was walking past and going towards the left side of the house with two of his friends. That direction was the opposite of where the room where I and Bavani were sleeping. There were liquor bottles in the hands of two of them.
 
One of the guys said,” It’s been sometime we should get completely drunk today.” To which Vikram said,” Yeah, this night is going to be fun.”
 
I felt both relieved and happy today. It looks like Vikram is in the mood to get drunk tonight. That must only mean one thing. Vikram did not get any encouragement from my wife. Knowing he was not going to get anything from Bavani Vikram had decided to go get drunk. It was I who had been misjudging my wife and had become paranoid. But I was still a bit cautious.
 
“Where are you going to have the drinks,” I asked.
 
“Over there,” Mani showed the place. There was a table and chairs set up under a tree and there was an overhead light there. It was about 60 or 70 meters directly away from my room. I could look at my room from over there. Nothing could happen then could it? My temptation was getting greater. I made up my mind, maybe I don’t have to be there long. Just have two or at the maximum three pegs quickly, spend about fifteen or twenty minutes and then get back to the room. One, Vikram is going to drink with his friends, two, I’m only going to be away for a short time. Nothing can happen within that time.
 
“Okay, I’ll come but first let me tell my wife first,” I said.
 
When I went back into my room I found that my son was fast asleep and Bavani was sleeping beside him on the bed. When I entered the room Bavani opened her eyes. “Oh, you’ve come back. Okay, let us go to sleep, we have to wake up early tomorrow morning.”
 
“Hmm son has slept already. Did he eat his dinner?” I asked.
 
“Yup, he did. He and the other children had been running around and playing like crazy. No wonder he slept as soon as he laid down. He was really very tired. I’m going to have a problem getting him awake and ready in the morning,” my wife said.
 
I hesitated a bit before saying,” Mani, Shanker and another friend are going to have some drinks. They are asking me to join them.” I wanted to see her reaction to this.
 
“What?? Are you joking? I and your son will be all alone here. No, not necessary for you to join them,” She said firmly.
 
I was watching to see if she would be happy for me to be out of the way or at least pretend to be reluctant to let me go but show signs she was glad I won’t be here with her. But I could see her reaction was genuine. She really didn’t want me to go and this is the woman whose fidelity I doubted. I felt a little ashamed that I had suspected my wife. If she really wanted me to be here then she was not wanting to be involved in any adulterous affair.
 
“It’s only for a short while Bavani, I’ll come back very soon.”
 
“I know you don’t go out drinking regularly. It’s a once in a while thing and because of that I didn’t mind letting you enjoy yourself. But that was when we were at home, this is a different place. I’m not comfortable with you going.” Again, a genuine reluctance for me to leave. I was confident now that I was totally wrong in my thinking of my wife. So I was more comfortable and ready to join Mani and other friends.
 
“Bavani don’t worry all our relatives and friends are close by, nothing to be afraid of. See there through the window, you can see where Mani, Shanker and Govind are sitting. So, I won’t be very far away.”
 
Bavani got up to look out the window. She could see the figures of the three men though from this distance she wouldn’t have been able to see their faces. She seemed to calm down a bit on seeing that I won’t be very far away. “I see that you have made up your mind. Go but don’t take too long. I won’t sleep till you come back.”
 
I was very happy. I had got the green signal to go and Bavani wanted me back as soon as possible. Nothing like I had worried was likely to happen. “Don’t get angry dear. You know I only drink once in a month or sometimes even once in two months. You know I’m meeting relatives and friends after a long time.”
 
“Okay, okay but don’t drink too much and try and come back as soon as possible. We have to get up early tomorrow morning. Keep that in mind.”
 
I left the room happily. I was feeling a relief that I hadn’t felt for the last several hours.
 
She
 
I was surprised that my husband was ready to leave me alone and go drinking tonight. I know he was not happy about Vikram paying so much attention to me. I could see the anger in his face when he would look at Vikram. That was only natural, which husband would be happy to see the man who was trying to seduce his wife. So, I presumed he would be guarding me like a hawk. But now he was actually going to leave me to be alone. So whatever plan that Vikram had hatched was not necessary now …. or who knows it could be Vikram who somehow manoeuvred to have my husband leave me alone on his own so that he (Vikram) could have his way with me. I wouldn’t put it beyond his means to be so devious. I on the other hand didn’t pretend that I didn’t want my husband to go out. I had genuinely hoped he would stay. That would have removed from my hands the decision to stray from my marriage or not. As time passed by I was getting the jitters. This was a very big step I would be taking. How would I feel after I had slept with another man? Would feelings of guilt slowly start to haunt me? Would I be able to live a lie and continue my marriage as if nothing had happened? I was getting cold feet when it was getting to the time when I could jeopardise my marriage by my actions. So, I had genuinely wanted my husband to remain with me. But if fate had decreed otherwise than let it be. I also noted that my husband was happy to see that I really didn’t want him to go. It seems his faith in me has been restored that is if he had ever lost it. Deep down I knew Vikram would not waste this golden opportunity. My husband had paved the way for Vikram to pluck my chastity.  Those feelings of desire that had been pushed back by my fear of the enormity of my actions was now slowly reawakening. Maybe it was fated that I would be tasting the forbidden fruit at least once in my life.
 
Though the excitement was again slowly arising in me I was aware of the dangers too. If caught red handed the consequences would be greater only for me. Under no circumstances must my husband or any of our friends or relative get to know if I had illicit sex. Yet with all these feelings of caution the desire to experience this thrilling pleasure was so great. Lust had that much of a pull within us. Knowing Vikram he would surely be coming here. I know I have to play my part too if we were not to get caught. I changed from my saree to a housecoat. This was easy to remove or easy to put on in a hurry. I went and washed my pussy clean. I came back and looked at myself in the mirror. My make-up had not been removed yet. I had been too busy getting my son to sleep to do that, or maybe internally I wanted to look good for my lover to be. I was getting ready to cheat for the first time in my life. I sat on the bed waiting for a lover who I was sure would come.
 
He
 
Everything was going as I had planned. It was sheer luck that I got to know about Mohan’s love for good expensive whisky. While the evening event was going on I was standing beside a group of three men who were talking.
 
“Mani, did you get the whisky for us tonight,” A man had asked.
 
“Yes, I’ve got a bottle Govind,” The man had replied.
 
I was not really paying attention to them but when the third man said,” Shall we get Mohan to join us?” My ears perked up.
 
“No, he is not very interested in local drinks Shanker. He loves drinking once in a while and he can’t resist if it was good expensive Whisky, especially foreign stuff,” the man called Mani said.
 
“Where are we going to get foreign stuff here, but it would be good if Mohan joins us. It has been so long since we all got together,” the man called Shanker replied.
 
“I like him to join us too. If we had something special I would make sure he joins us,” Mani had said.
 
A plan quickly formulated in my mind. I was tasked to bring the Whiskies here for my friends. I was supposed to buy two bottles but I brought one extra just in case. I had brought the extra one because I had got hold of a foreign whisky, A Singleton Single Malt Whisky. This was supposed to be a surprise for my friends. But now I was thinking, this is what was going to help me get Bavani’s pussy. I had to give the bottle to that man Mani but it shouldn’t be me doing it. In case Mani mentions to Mohan that it was I who had given him the bottle Mohan would have immediately become suspicious. Among my friends there was one guy who knew about me very well. He loved listening to my sexual exploits especially involving married women. I was going to use him to get the bottle to that man Mani.
 
“Hey, you want me to give this to them? Are you mad? This must be expensive isn’t it?” He asked.
 
“Yes, it cost more than five thousand bucks but it will be worth it for what I would be getting,” I replied with a cheeky smile.
 
Now it dawned on my friend why I was doing this. “You bloody rogue … tell me, who is she?”
 
“Not now, later if I’m successful,” I replied.
 
So, my friend having the box in his hand purposefully walked past them and then placed it down near where they were and pretended to tie his laces. As expected they on seeing it had asked my friend about it and asked if they could buy it from him. My friend purposefully pretended to be reluctant and said it had cost him two thousand rupees and he was going to use it. Finally, he allowed himself to be persuaded to give it to them for the price as he said to them he another two such bottles and he didn’t want to deny them their enjoyment. My net loss was a little over three thousand but Bavani’s pussy was priceless. It said ‘Lucious nectar’ on the bottle but her husband didn’t know that his wife’s nectar was much tastier and intoxicating for me. I also purposefully walked by Mohan and said loudly enough for him to hear that we, including me had organised a drink party and I was going to get sloshed tonight. That would also help to ease his suspicions somewhat.
 
Later that day we had our table organised outside at one side of the house. This was not very far from where Mani, Mohan and their group were drinking. Our table was set such that only two of us sitting would be visible to them, the rest would be hidden from their view by the wall. Now I had another problem. I had to get away from my friends but I knew they won’t let me.
 
“Guys, I’ve got something to do, will be back in an hour or so,” I announced to them.
 
As expected everyone protested. “Nothing doing, we are here to enjoy ourselves. Nothing so important for you to go now, you sit down,” A friend insisted.
 
Only one of my friends knew I was going for another type of enjoyment and he smiled slyly at my predicament.
 
“Relax guys, just give me an hour, you start first, I’ll join later,” I said again.
 
Again, the strong protest from everyone. “No way man, you are not going anywhere,” another friend said.  
 
That was when an idea struck me. I had no choice but to use Smitha’s name. “Look guys, Smitha asked me to meet her. So please guys understand.”
 
“What? That beauty?” one fellow asked.
 
“When did this happen?” This from another friend.
 
“You bastard, you’re always so lucky,” another said with a tinge of jealousy.
 
“Okay, we won’t disturb you but first have one round and go,” a friend said.
 
“No, she won’t like the smell,” I said.
 
Everyone started laughing. “She won’t like the smell when he kisses her is what he means,” said a friend who was a relative to the bride’s family. Though not direct, relationship wise Bavani would be considered his sister in law. He didn’t know that the person I was not only going to kiss, but do much more with her, was his sister in law.  
 
“You idiots, Smitha is a good girl. Don’t let your imagination run wild. We are just going to talk,” I said though I know they won’t believe me.
 
Almost in a chorus they said,” Yeah, yeah, we believe you.”
 
“Okay fellows, I’ll join you for drinks later.” I’ll need a glass to relax after a vigorous round of fucking.
 
I made my way round the side of the house. I had to go where the staircase to the terrace was and then quickly sneak into Bavani’s room which was very near that. I have to make sure no one notices. As I was walking my cock already started getting erect.

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Dear Poor Hubby, 
For a small taste of a costly drink you have left the guard down for your wife.
As you drink here, your wifey is going to drink Vikram's Strong Potent Creamy Protein rich Cum.
Just like you have become somewhat a addict to drink, your wifey will become addict to cheating with big cocks.
Pity You.

Yes, sometimes a small error leads to grave consequences 

She - Oh man she knew all the consequences for her actions but she willingly prepare her self for the illicit affire. This kind of behavior is so dangerous.


Husband - he is not a watchman he is her husband. Protecting wife is his dutie but if she willingly put her head in lion's mouth even god can't save her.

He - he is lucky or what?

Thanks for the update waiting for next update.  clp); clp); clp);

All this is happening away from her house. Strange place, different situation sometimes brings out suppressed emotions. 

Bhavani the wife who once gets pleasure from the young and big dick of Vikram will never be able to enjoy pleasure with her husband. 

She says this will be a one-off thing, but once she has got the pleasure, she will cheat again maybe with another guy.
Also , Bhavani does not consider her husband to be a good-looking person, she likes her husband because he is caring and a good provider but in the back of her mind she knows that she deserves better.

True, once the forbidden fruit is tasted it is difficult to give it up.

Brilliant narration... One of the best stories I have read so far.. desperately waiting for next encounter..please update soon..

Thank you. Just finished writing the next post.

Wonderful writings....
Amazing....

Thank you

Thanks to all the readers.

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Chapter 7 - At Last

 
Husband
 
After sitting down for the drinks, I looked around to see where Vikram and his friends were. They too had a table set about forty meters away. Only two of the young fellows could be seen while the others sitting across them were hidden from my view by the wall. We over hear could hear their voices faintly though we could not make out what was being said. As long as they are there drinking then Vikram would also be there. Only thing was I had to turn my head to look back to see them. I would probably have to do that a lot of times tonight. I had seen Vikram in the group as they were arranging their table so I knew he was there though now I couldn’t see him as the wall was blocking the view where he was sitting.  Our own session started. In the first round of drinks all of us were talking happily as we sipped our drinks but internally I couldn’t be totally relaxed. Is what I’m doing right? Should I have declined this invitation? These uneasy questions kept disturbing my mind. But by the second round I started getting more relaxed as I was starting to feel a little high. I slowly lost myself in the conversation. When I had finished the third round I saw the time. It had been more than half an hour since we had started to drink. I didn’t realise time had gone so fast. I was thinking it must be only twenty minutes or so. It was time to go.
 
“Okay, Bavani would be waiting for me without sleeping, I have to go, you all continue,” I said as I tried to get up.
 
“Hey what’s the hurry,” Govind said, as he held my hand, not letting me get up. “We have been here only thirty-five to forty minutes. Stay for a while more.”
 
“Yeah Mohan, We, have almost finished half of the bottle, this is very good stuff, we can easily finish in half hour or so. It won’t long just sit man,” Mani insisted.
 
I turned around to look at where Vikram and his friends were sitting. They were still there and I could hear their voices still. So, their party has not finished either. My resolve to go slowly weakened. One thing the drink was very smooth and good another I was also feeling high. It won’t harm to have another round or two I decided. I sat back and relaxed once more.
 
She
 
I was sitting up on the bed. What ever feelings of tiredness I had was completely gone. I was feeling very alert now. My heart was beating rapidly, I was feeling nervous …. and excited. Will Vikram actually come? Will he … we get caught? This waiting was causing the anxiety. It was like a long time had passed but in reality it had only been five minutes or so since my husband left. The bungalow was very quiet. Almost everyone was fast asleep. I could feel my palms sweating. Another five minutes had passed and that’s when I heard a voice near the window.
 
“Bavani keep the door open,” It was Vikram’s voice. It was very dark outside the window but from where my husband was sitting he could see the window. Would he be able to make out the shadow of a person standing there?
 
I quickly walked to the window but no one was there. Vikram must have seen me getting up from the bed and must have quickly gone around to come to the door. I could see my husband and the others sitting having their drinks because there was a lamp over where they were sitting while the area outside the window was quite dark. Now Vikram would be waiting for me to open the door. He would have to remain hidden and can only dart into my room after I open it. Should I do it? All this while I had somehow avoided engaging in the ultimate sin but now if I open that door there was no going back. I would lose what no married woman should lose. Yet there was no denying the excitement within me. The emotions caused by all the short sexual play between me and Vikram and the pleasures that flooded me was fresh in my mind. With unsteady steps I walked to the door and opened it hoping there won’t be any creaking sound as it opened. Luckily the opened without any sound. Only part of the hall was visible from the door. I could see two servants were fast asleep on their mats. Vikram rushed in silently and closed the door. I stood there with my bosom heaving and legs trembling.
 
He smiled at me a conspiratorial smile. He looked dashing and handsome reminding me once again why I fell for his charms. “Vikram, no one saw you did they? I’m scared Vikram, will it be safe?”
 
“Don’t worry Bavani, no one saw me. Everyone is very tired and fast asleep. No one will disturb our night of joy baby.”
 
It was not just a night of joy it was a night of sin … delirious sin admittedly. No further words were spoken as he came to me I came into his arms. This was the first time I gave myself fully in the passionate kiss we engaged in. All the sexual tension that had slowly built up from this morning was finally getting an outlet. I hugged him tightly, my young, handsome, virile lover. My arms were around his neck, the palm of one hand on the back of his head grabbing him by his hair. So many hours had passed with our anticipation of when we get together with each passing hour increasing the longing for each other. Vikram’s tension too can be seen by the fervour with which he devoured my lips. This was a sloppy, wet kiss with my softer, fuller lips mashing and grinding against his thinner lips. We were two separate individuals when we came here but now we were united as one as lovers. Luckily my son was sound asleep and was not a witness to his mother so shamelessly engaging in an erotic kiss with someone other than his father. I felt uncomfortable that Vikram would be making me his own in the very bed where my innocent son would be sleeping at one side. He would be sleeping not knowing that another man was enjoying what only his father had a right to enjoy and what was worse was that his mother was happily letting him enjoy her as she too enjoyed herself. He had his hand on my hips as he pulled me to him. My breasts were mashed misshapen as it rubbed against his chest. One of his thighs were between my two thighs as it pushed and rubbed against my pussy. I didn’t have any panties on and so I could feel the rubbing more keenly. This time we had more time than the two times we had engaged in heavy sexual foreplay but his needs, and mine too, were such that we didn’t have much patience.
 
He pulled my housecoat off me and I helped him to do. He threw it on the bed and stood for a minute admiring the contours of my body. The room too was unlit and in darkness except for the little light creeping in because of the half moon in the sky. But his eyes having been accustomed to the darkness enabled him to still enjoy the erotic sight of a naked woman clad in only a bra. That the husband of the naked woman though close by was not aware that his wife was willingly showing her naked beauty to him added to the eroticism. Only the bra prevented him in seeing me fully naked. Even when he can see my vagina why should my bra still deny him full enjoyment. My hands reached back to unhook my bra. In doing so my breasts were pushed out even more for him to see. Soon the bra too was on the bed along with my housecoat. For the first time in my life a man other than my husband was seeing me fully naked. Even in our brief sexual encounter upstairs I was still half clothed. His eyes were appraising my body with appreciation. The only things on my body now were my jewelleries and ornaments. My earrings, my nose stud, the two gold bangles, the engagement ring on my finger with my husband’s initial ‘M’ my silver anklets and toe studs. All these would have added charm to my beauty but only the gold chain symbolising that I’m a married woman would have been the most arousing for him. I know that I was a few kilos over the ideal svelte figure that I had before I was married, that’s only to be expected after giving birth to child. But I hoped that when he was seeing me fully naked like this for the first time he would not be disappointed. Sometimes a woman looks for beautiful when she is clothed than when she is naked. When naked the flaws become visible. The extra flesh around the belly and the thighs, the sag in the breasts that seemed so attractive when they were held up by the bra. Sometimes the wrinkles on the skin which now become visible. But as far as I was concerned my breasts were still very firm and jutting out proudly from my chest and my skin was still clear and smooth. The only thing I was worried about was that my stomach was starting to have the beginnings of a belly flab. I need not have worried because the words that came out of his mouth swept away all my self-doubts.
 
“Wow …. So beautiful and sexy … you are a goddess.”
 
He held up my breasts by the palm of his two hands as if wanting to asses what they weighed. He bent his head and gently kissed each of my nipples in turn. I sighed as silently as I could. He struck out his tongue to tease my nipple which was already erect. As his tongue pushed against it my nipple slid around his tongue as if wanting to evade capture but this friction between my nipple and his tongue was causing me to gasp slowly. Finally, his lips captured my nipple. His head moved forward and my soft flesh gave way. The flesh around my nipple and areola was pressed somewhat flat. He started sucking eagerly with his lips pressed against my nipple. Looking down at his lips attached to my nipple it reminded me of how my young son, who was serenely sleeping on the bed, would suckle avariciously on my breast when he was a baby. I cradled Vikram’s head, as I had cradled my son’s when he was a baby while he suckled on my breast. He was kneading my other breast as he drank the non-existent milk. As he pushed and pulled on my nipple as he sucked, I moaned softly in appreciation of the pleasure he was giving. The nipple was more sensitive and pleasurable now after my son had fed on it than before I gave birth to a child. As Vikram moved to the other nipple this one was wet, swollen and hard. He was transporting me to so much pleasure that I wanted to do the same. I pulled his head up and kissed him passionately. My fingers fumbled as I hurriedly tried to unbutton his shirt. Finally, it was off and he was standing half naked before me. Who says only men would appreciatively admire a woman’s body? A woman too would do that especially if a body is well sculptured with toned and firm muscles as Vikram’s body was. I couldn’t but help notice the stark contrast of Vikram’s ‘V’ shaped body to that of my husband’s flabbier body. When I looked at his chest I laughed out softly in amusement.
 
“What?,” he asked softly not understanding the reason for my mirth.
 
I pointed to his chest or rather his right nipple. There was a lipstick stain in the shape of a woman’s lips around his nipple. This must have happened when I had sucked his nipple as I shagged him earlier. He had been walking around with this smear all this time being totally unaware of it. If he had taken off his shirt in front of his friends it would have shown them what Vikram had been slyly engaging in, only thing they wouldn’t know with which woman. He too smiled becoming aware of it for the first time. This reminder of what had gone on between us earlier was adding to our already feverish arousal. I buried my face on his chest as he pulled me to him. His manly scent filling my nostrils was making me wanting more of him. My lips tasted the flesh of his chest once more. I kissed his chest, tasting every inch of his firm flesh till I came and stopped at his nipple. The same nipple that still had my lipstick mark around it. It was now my turn to bite and suck. It was his turn to moan and groan in pleasure. My fingernails drew lines on his hard stomach muscles before sliding down over his pants. My fingers once more grabbed his cock raring to get out. This time when it is released from its confinement it won’t stop till it had plumbed the depths of my love tunnel. But for how long can we be engaging in this love play. My husband won’t be sitting there forever. Our time was limited.
 
“We can’t be too long Vikram,” I whispered with my face on his chest.
 
“Come,” he said as he led me to the window. “Look over there, your husband is there.”
 
We could see my husband and his relative and friends drinking from where we were because of the lamp overhead. We could not see any of their faces but only could make out who it was from their body shape. They couldn’t see us as the room was much darker than where they were.
 
“We’ll keep an eye on your husband as we make love darling.” It was odd but at the same time exciting that as I had sex with my lover we both could see my totally unaware husband as we enjoyed ourselves.
 
I too became less scared now. We won’t be surprised by my husband suddenly returning. If we see my husband getting up to come here there will be enough time for Vikram to hurriedly wear his pants at least and pick up his clothes and slip away. I too only had the housecoat to slip on. Even the bra I can just shove it inside my bag.  Now with my anxiety somewhat eased I looked at my young lover with desire coming to the forefront. There was no need to gauge his lust I could see that from his smouldering look. This time without fear, without worry we started kissing with renewed passion. Our dry lips became slowly wet as our saliva made the friction of our lips’ smoother. It was as if we were duelling to see who could suck the others’ lips with more vigour. My eyes were closed as I savoured the eroticism of the moment. When the long kiss ended I opened my eyes. He looked at me and smiled … a smile that showed how happy he was, a triumphant smile that said he had got his prize .. the wife of another man. I returned his smile … a bashful smile, a smile acknowledging a woman succumbing to her desires .. succumbing to his manliness. He stuck out his tongue as his head again moved towards mine. I know what he wanted. I stuck out my tongue to meet his. After a little clash of our tongues as my tongue withdrew back into my mouth his tongue relentlessly followed it inside. We again engaged in a heated passionate kiss that only two adulterous lovers could. When this kiss too ended we were gulping in air out of breathlessness and also taking time to see if my husband was still where he was. I saw him raise his glass to his lips. He was sipping from the glass but Vikram had been sipping directly from his wife’s lips.
 
Even in this so many years, I and my husband had not kissed this much before or during the time we had sexual intercourse but today I have been kissing Vikram with so much passion from the beginning. Kissing before was to ignite our desire but now the kissing not only increased our desire but caused a pleasurable sensation in me. Vikram’s kisses itself had made me flow and get my pussy ready to welcome his huge member.  My pussy was aching to be touched. As if reading my mind Vikram pushed his thigh between my thighs. As my pussy lips rubbed against his thigh I realised that he still had his pants on. This was not fair. I was completely naked but he still had his pants on. I immediately started opening his belt to remove his pants. This made me aware that I had not even once done this with my husband. It was he who would undress before coming to me. But here my desire to hold the magnificent love tool was so great that I quickly pulled down his pants. I could see his cock was straining hard against his boxers in an effort to get free. I was eager for it to be free too. I quickly pulled down his underwear and that sex weapon sprang out.  It stood up at a slightly higher angle as if trying to look at the ceiling. With veins bulging and flesh as hard as rock it looked intimidating but in a nice way. This was the third time I was seeing it but my fascination for it only seemed to increase each time. I held it again admiring its girth and strength, its virility arousing my need for it. As my fingers held it I could feel the pulse throbbing in that blood engorged tubular flesh. This was what that was going to take for me new lessons in lust that my husband was not able to do. I lovingly stroked my lover’s cock letting my fingers slide up and down that long hard flesh.
 
“I never expected something this big,” I said in wonderment as I pulled his skin in and out.
 
“You like my cock Bavani?”
 
“Can’t you tell by how I hold it?”
 
“Me too darling,” he replied.
 
I said,” What you like your cock too?”
 
“No, I meant I like the way you hold it Bavani. Those soft, beautiful fingers of your holding it feels like heaven.”
 
As I stroked his cock I squeezed and rubbed it as I asked,” Really, you think my fingers are beautiful?”
 
“They are already so beautiful but you know I have a fetish.”
 
“What’s that,” I asked curiously. Whatever his fetish I hoped I can fulfil it.
 
“If you had grown your nails longer and manicured it, it would even be sexier.”
 
I laughed softly when he said this. I rubbed the reddish bud of his penis as I asked,” You like women to do that do you? I had it like that when I was in college but now with the housework and all it’s not so convenient.” That’s the reality of mundane family life, can’t be too glamorous I told myself.
 
“I’m married now and a mother of a child, all that are gone with my college days.”
 
“Who said you can’t baby you still look like a college girl.”
 
His words made me feel good. He was noting even the small details of me and complimenting me. It is many years now since my husband complimented me on anything. Vikram is making me happy, I’ve to do the same too for him. I remembered how he had moaned earlier behind the kitchen when I shagged him while I nibbled and sucked on his nipple. I did the same thing now.
 
“Ahh.. Ahh..,” his soft moans showed how he was enjoying it again. I could feel his cock jerk and throb in my fingers.
 
“That’s it darling … shake my cock faster, ohh .. suck my nipple .. ah.. don’t bite.”
 
I sucked and shagged him and slowly started kissing my way down past his flat stomach till I was on my knees in front of him. His beefy hard cock was right in front of my face staring back at me. The poor thing looked like it was angry that it wasn’t still allowed to enter the warm and wet comfort of my pleasure pit. Let me console it first. I pulled back the foreskin completely till it was stuck behind the bulbous head of his cock. The head of his cock matched his large girth. I kissed it lovingly, a strand of his pre-cum attached itself like a string being pulled between the tip of his cock and my lips. I struck my tongue out and pulled it inside my mouth to taste his arousal. My tongue flicked out again and again tasting his pre-cum till none was left on his cock head. I liked his stalk all the way down to his testes. As I took those heavy sacs one by one into my mouth I continued to stroke his cock. I tried to think if I had ever done this for my husband? I’ve sucked his cock, yes but no, I have never taken his balls in my mouth. But here I am trying to please my lover in all new ways I can think of. His sacs were big and heavy. I remembered when I sucked him behind the kitchen how much of his potent fluid had gushed out from his cock. Vikram was truly a virile young man at the peak of his sexuality. As I sat up again I looked out the window.
 
My head was just above the bottom sill of the window. I saw my husband still sitting and drinking there. I had warned him not to go. I had told him I wanted him to stay. I did everything that would protect his honour but he didn’t listen to me and now he is paying the price. As he lifted his glass to his lips to gulp down some whisky I opened my lips to gulp the hot cock of my lover. My head bobbed slowly letting the throbbing flesh slide in and out of my mouth. My tongue explored all the contours of that thick rod. If it was a question of who was enjoying more at this moment, my husband enjoying the taste of the whisky or Vikram enjoying the friction of my tongue on his erect cock, Vikram’s enjoyment would be greater every time. As I sucked on my lover’s erect tool I heard him laugh softly.
 
“Whisky inside the husband’s mouth and my cock inside his wife’s mouth,” he muttered.
 
I bit his cock. “Aww darling … easy dear,” he said.
 
“You’re getting too much you know that. Next time I’ll bite harder.” But Vikram knew this was not anger but just playful banter between lovers.
 
“No whisky however expensive can ever come close to the pleasure you are giving me now. I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.”
 
I saw his face so full of desire for me and I felt special. I wanted to make him suffer, suffer not in pain but my giving him so much pleasure must make him suffer in trying to control himself from prematurely finishing in my mouth. So, I sucked him … long … hard … deep …  Sucked him not out of duty but out of lust. My tongue was like a brush painting the skin of his cock with my saliva. His pre-cum kept oozing into my mouth and I tasted and swallowed it with relish. For the first time I was sucking a cock because I was so much aroused. He enjoyed everything I gave him and wanted even more as evidenced by him fucking my mouth in rhythm to my sucking. Yet he showed no evidence that he was ready to finish. I felt as if his cock’s girth had swollen a round more because of my blowjob. So much of a difference from my husband. He would never have lasted so long but truth be said I have never sucked his cock with this much desire. I would do it for a minute or so and he would stop me as that itself was all he could stand. Vikram would have loved for this to go on but we just didn’t have the time. He pulled his cock, which was wet with my saliva, out of my mouth. He hit the top of my breasts with his hard cock. There was a soft ‘pat’ ‘pat’ sound as he did it.  I took it in my hand and started stroking it again. It seemed to be even bigger than it was before I had started sucking it. How is my pussy going to take this big rascal inside? My pussy has been used to my husband’s average sized penis. His foreskin was still pulled completely back. I took his cock and rubbed the tip of his red bud on my erect nipples one after the other. His precum was coated on to it. Well when he sucks my breasts he would have to taste it won’t he.
 
“Sssss,” his cock rubbing on my nipples was giving me pleasure too.
 
Vikram kneaded my breasts and then pushed his cock in the cleavage between my boobs. I trapped his cock between my two soft mounds of flesh as I pressed them together. He started fucking my breasts leaking more of his precum between my breasts. As he fucked my breasts he again looked at where my husband was. Was he keeping an eye on him or was he revelling that he was enjoying sex with me as my totally oblivious husband was getting drunk?
 
“What is happening there? Does it look like they are finishing? I still feared that this thrilling sexual adventure would be suddenly interrupted by my husband returning.
 
“Nope, it doesn’t look like your husband would come back anytime now. You know dear, your husband is such a good man.”
 
He saw me looking at him quizzically and laughed. “Well what else can you say about a person who has diplomatically moved aside so I can enjoy with his wife and let his wife enjoy herself too.”
 
He was making fun of my husband but I was at a point beyond caring. Only the lust I had was important now. It was true my husband was a good man as Vikram said. Character wise he was probably a better man than Vikram but in matters of sex he was no match for Vikram. If I wanted to enjoy something different … enjoy immense sexual pleasure that I have only heard about but not experienced then at least this once I must give myself unreservedly to Vikram. After this special night with this special lover I can go back to my mundane married life. At least I’ll have these memories to cherish. His cock trapped by my big breasts would slip and slide up to my chin. My tongue would dart out to lick his cock when that happened. After a few minutes of fucking my breasts he made me stand up. We both automatically turned to look where my husband was before we lip locked in another ardent kiss. Even kissing Vikram was so erotically arousing. I will never forget this night with him, I’m going to experience pleasures the memory of which is going to last a lifetime. For Vikram I may only be another conquest for him but the burning passion with which I was going to give myself should make this very special even for him.  He turned me around and hugged me from behind pressing his cock between by buttocks. He was huskily whispering in my ear but he was not talking to me rather he was speaking as if he was speaking to my husband.
 
“Thank you sir for this gift of your wife’s voluptuous body. I’ve never seen a sexier woman than your wife.” His words were pleasing and erotic to me.
 
“Your wife’s lips seem to be coated with honey they are so sweet to kiss. I tell you sir I drank your wife’s love fluid directly from her cunt, it was so intoxicating you can never get that high with the alcohol you’re drinking.” I reached back to hold his cock and rub it on my pussy moaning my pleasure.
 
“When your wife sucked my cock that was the best blowjob I ever had. Now I’m going to fuck your wife’s pure pussy. Your wife and I are going to fuck like animals in heat, you enjoy the whisky I gave you.”
 
The last sentence made me jerk up. “What? You gave him the whisky?”
 
“Yes, my love, I gave it through that man Mani, only then I can be with you naked like this can’t I.”
 
“You rascal, you planned everything.”
 
“Look sir, your wife is scolding me, calling me a rascal but she loves this rascal’s cock. Oh, how eagerly she sucked my cock I don’t think she would have sucked your cock so passionately … isn’t that so Bavani? Tell your husband.”
 
He rubbed his cock hard against my arse as he kneaded my breast while at the same time started rubbing my clit. He was driving me crazy with lust.  “Yes dear, I sucked Vikram’s cock and I liked it so much … I’ve never sucked your cock like that.”
 
“Your wife wants my cock, she doesn’t like your small cock, she is crazy for my big cock isn’t that so Bavani.”
 
Vikram was biting and licking my neck as his fingers pinched my swollen nipple. “ssss …. Year dear … Vikram has a big one, I want it so much.”
 
Vikram’s fingers were expertly marauding all over my body making my desire burn like an uncontrollable fever. I was finding it so difficult from moaning out loud. Still my little whimpers showed how much in heat I was.
 
“Tell him Bavani … tell him how much bigger my cock is.”
 
I couldn’t play this game anymore, I desperately wanted that love weapon to stab my most intimate part. “Forget him Vikram, fuck me, I can’t stand it.”
 
“Will do it darling but tell your husband first … tell him why you are cheating him and want to get fucked by me.”
 
Vikram won’t leave me till he has his way. He made me stand with my legs further apart so that his fingers could explore the inner walls of my intimate tunnel. He knew where to rub, how to make me shudder in pleasure.
 
“Fuck me Vikram, please,” I pleaded but he didn’t relent.
 
“Sir, your wife is begging me to screw her. She wants a real man to give fuck her. You don’t mind your wife getting pleasure from me don’t you?”
 
Vikram was sucking on my neck, his hand was kneading my breast, his fingers were rubbing my cunt and I myself was rubbing his cock against my pussy lips. I was in a state of delirium by this multi-pronged sexual assault on my body. My lust was at such a peak that my sticky fluid was dripping from his fingers on to the floor. Words came unthinkingly tumbling out from my mouth.
 
“Tell Vikram to fuck me … I want his cock … he is a hunk .. only a virile man like him can take me to heaven ..you can’t. Tell him to fuck your wife.” My words made Vikram lose his control too. Now he took his cock in his hand. He was going to enter in me. This is it my married cunt is going to be fucked by a new cock for the first time. I would become an adulteress and I wanted to be one very eagerly.
 
He made me stand with legs slightly further apart as I bent and held the railings of the window. He rubbed his cock head on my pussy lips which gave way to the probing bud. “Mohan, your wife is standing like a whore for me to fuck her.” He pushed in slightly an inch of his cock pushed apart my pussy lips as my cunt started accommodating his rod. He pushed some more a third of his cock entered my pussy. I felt my cunt lips being stretched out like it had never been by a cock before.
 
“Ahh… your wife’s cunt is so tight and wet … her pussy is gripping my cock so hard,” Vikram moaned.
 
I looked out to where my husband was. He was totally unaware that a young man’s huge cock was now almost half way inside my pussy. I was cheating on him I have betrayed him but the pleasure was so great that I did not regret losing my chastity to the handsome young man. My eyes blurred, only the pleasure was in my consciousness. He slowly slid in till he was wholly inside of me. I was so wet and ready that I didn’t feel pain, only a little discomfort at my pussy lips being stretched out so wide. He held his cock deep in my pussy savouring the pleasurable feeling. But I was too hot to wait. I was in a literal sense a hotwife.
 
“Fuck me Vikram darling… fuck me … I want you baby…Yessss..”
 
“Mohan sir, my cock is fully inside your wife’s pussy. I can’t believe she gave birth to a child her sweet cunt is so tight. I’m going to fuck her now. I’m going to fuck her long and hard and she’s going to mumble my name as I fuck her married cunt.”
 
Vikram started moving his hips slowly. I could feel his hard flesh pulling out and my wet wall clinging to his flesh as it rubbed and slid out. Then my wet walls would eagerly grasp his hard flesh at it pushed back in. The girth of his cock was so great that it was rubbing against all the sensitive spots inside my pussy. My swollen protruding pleasure nub too was rubbing against his flesh. Now I knew what heaven was. As he started moving a bit faster my fingers tightened on the iron railings of the window.
 
“Ang … ang … ssss… Vikram … Vikram… ahh…” Vikram was right I was mumbling his name in passion as he fucked me.
 
He was gripping my hips with his hands as he pumped his huge cock inside my tight hole. He was not moving very fast but each stroke he made was giving me new sensations of pleasure. Just as my fingers were tightening on the railing my toes were trying to grip the floor. I wanted to groan and cry out in pleasure but I knew I could not. So much pleasure… so much lust… this was a man and a woman indulged in illicit sex. This was pleasure I never knew before in all my years of marriage. God this is so good, can I be without this anymore… can I be without Vikram? He was moving faster now and I was gasping.
 
“Ahh… Bavani … your cunt is so hot darling… wonderful.”
 
We continued the deliciously sinful movements, wallowing in the pleasure that continuously rushed through our bodies. I felt my mouth and throat getting dry. Where were all the fluids in my body. A lot of it seemed to be concentrated in my pussy as my secretions continued to aid his vigorous penetration. We were so heated up that we started sweating. He reached around to grab my tit and knead it as he fucked me. I turned my head wanting to feel his lips on mine. He bent forward and craned his neck so that we could kiss while his hips and my hips moved in tandem. I have never felt something so deep inside my body. Now he was fucking me harder … faster waves of pleasure were washing over me. We have only been fucking for about five minutes but I already started feeling my nerves dangling. My muscles started getting tightening. The many hours of sexual inuendo building up our desire, the yearning caused by the times we could engage in a little bit of sex play had brought me quickly towards a climax.
 
“Faster darling … faster I begged him,”
 
He fucked me fast now while trying hard not to thump hard against my body for fear of the noise it would make. I couldn’t look out the window at my husband now because enjoying an orgasm through another man’s cock was the ultimate betrayal I could do to him.
 
“I’m going to cum darling… Vikram   … Vikram …. I love you Vikram… Ohhh…. Yesssss…..”
 
My body started spasming violently. Pleasure that I had never known before came rushing into my body. For some reason tears started flowing down my cheeks. I pressed my mouth on my upper arm for fear of shouting out loud in pleasure. The few times I had an orgasm through my husband I didn’t ever feel the need to cry out loud. That orgasm usually lasted a few seconds but now my body was spasming for over a minute and the pleasure was so intense that I felt the strength draining out of my legs. As I slowly stopped shuddering I turned around, as Vikram’s cock popped out from my cunt. I kissed him passionately and lovingly for giving me so much of bliss. I could see that he had not finished yet. Our sex encounter was just starting.
 
“Thank you Vikram … that was fantastic.”
 
“No Bavani, you were fantastic,” he said with a smile.
 
At that time Vikram looked out the window and froze. Not knowing why, I too looked out was shocked. My husband was trying to get up. Oh no, he was going to come back before Vikram could finish. I too needed more having tasted such joy for the first time. One of the others there made my husband sit down. We waited not knowing what was going to happen next. Some words were being spoken. Then my husband sat back relaxed as another drink was poured for him. We looked at each other and smiled. From experience I knew it would be at least another half hour before he came back.
 
“I’ve not finished baby, let’s continue,” Vikram said.
 
“This time I want to see you, kiss you as you fucked me,” I said.
 
Vikram smiled lewdly at me.

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Good Dialogues between Wifey and Vikram
So, is this xxx the end of their adventure OR more remains

When I initially started writing this story in Tamil it was supposed to end with the sexual encounter between Vikram and Bavani. After that it was just supposed to be a pleasant memory for Bavani while the husband always has this doubt that could never be proved one way or other. Many readers then requested that I extend the story and as per their wish I continued the story which then went for a substantial time longer with new character coming into the story. So there is a lot more left in this story.

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I had a crazy scenario: Author Pls consider if ok
Hubby comes back drinking heavily
Hubby cant make out what is happening
Wifey scared but is more tempted by Vikram's Big Snake exploring her wet hole than Hubby's reaction
Wifey continues to fuck Vikram as hubby comes in and hears them
Wifey pauses for a moment and then starts her XXX play
Hubby thinking he is dreaming and even gets out his small tiny cock to masturbate - Bavani taking full advantage showing her fucking with Vikram


:)

Yep, something along these lines you wanted would be coming in the future posts but not exactly as you had stated above. You will see in the coming posts.

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I'm posting the balance of chapter 7 having just completed it. 

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IChapter 7 – At last (continued)

 

It was my duty to fulfil the wishes of my lover wasn’t it. She wanted to fuck while seeing my face, indulging in feverish kisses as my cock ploughed her treasure hole. I made her sit on the window sill with her back pressing against the windows iron bars. The sill was not very broad and it could only accommodate half of her luxuriant buttocks. I held her with each of my arm, at the elbows hooking and holding her from under her knees. This was she didn’t slip down from the window sill. Her pussy hole was slightly agape waiting for my rod to thrust into them once more. Her pinkish nether lips were wet and glistening and slightly reddish from the pounding by my cock. I moved her legs wider a bit as I moved forward bringing my cock right to that entrance to heaven. Bavani had her hands around my neck holding on to me. She brought her right hand down and took my cock in her fingers. She rubbed it on her hole self-pleasuring herself. Then she lodged the head of my cock right at the entrance of her hole with her pussy lips on either side of my cock head held it in place. I looked out over her shoulders to where her husband was sitting. The poor sap was totally oblivious to what was happening. His wife was opening her thighs wide open for her lover (me). She was placing my cock at her hole herself showing how much she desired this sinful fuck. He would have never even dreamt that his wife would be doing this when they left their home yesterday. Looking at him as I slid my cock into her pussy gave me added pleasure. I was aware now much he suspected me and was desperate to prevent me from seducing his wife but he had failed miserably. Now after I had thoroughly fucked her tonight I wanted her to long to have sex with me again and again. She was too beautiful and sexy her cunt was too sweet and tight for me to be satisfied with just having sex with her this one time. I have to make her my mistress at least for a year or two. Explore all the erotic pleasures of adulterous sex with her before I’m done with her. By that time, she would probably have had sex with me as many times as she had with her husband in all the years of marriage to him.

 

We looked into each-others’ eyes. Two pairs of lust filled eyes speaking of its yearning for this immoral pleasure. I was surprised that when I pretended to speak to her husband when I first fucked her she too responded and joined in the role play. Her response too in the first fuck pleasantly surprised me. The way she pushed her hips back, meeting my thrusts with that of her own, the way her pussy muscles gripped and kneaded my hard cock flesh showed a highly libidinous woman with so much of suppressed desires that had been waiting to be unlock and given free rein. Her husband was an ass if he failed to see this in his wife. He deserves to wear the horns we are going to … no, already giving him.  I pushed in and out starting slowly once more. Her tight pussy griping tightly and milking my long and thick stem astonished me again. What a wonderful fuck this housewife was. Even this first fuck with her was so wonderful, how much more pleasurable it would be when we really get when each of us gets to know the other’s body well? She pulled my head by the neck she was holding on to. She wanted to kiss as my cock plunged into her pussy. This lascivious woman continued to astound me by her ardour. Our lips locked again as my cock went right up to cervix each time I thrust in. This is the most intimate a man and a woman can be. A part of him deep inside her and she holding him inside with great joy and desire. This intimacy that a woman should share only with her husband becomes more intensely hot and pleasurable when shared with her lover. Her fingers were into my hair gripping it as we kissed. Our tongues fought inside her mouth as our lips ground together. She was moaning too the sounds suppressed by our locked lips. My eyes once again looked at Mohan, I wished he could see how feverishly his wife was lip locking with me as I fucked her. I moved much faster now thrusting in hard and pushing her soft back on the iron bars. I hope no red welts were left on her fair skin because of this. Her hand was on my back, moving restlessly, clawing as pleasure wracked her body once more needless to say I was in equal bliss too. We had been fucking for ten minutes now. This was not so comfortable for either of us. We needed to fuck more freely. I looked at Mohan once more. He was sitting back relaxed on his chair. Looks like the alcohol had fully taken hold now. He won’t come back now till they polish off the bottle. I have more time to enjoy his wife. I hugged her tightly and lifted her. Her hands wrapped around my neck and her ankles locked behind my hips.

 

“What dear?  What are you going to do.?” She asked me.

 

“It’s uncomfortable here, let’s fuck on the bed.”

 

“What about keeping an eye on my husband?”

 

“He won’t come back now. He is sitting back and drinking and I think he is already quite high. Look for yourself.” I turned slightly so she could see too.

 

This beautiful housewife who till now had been faithful to her husband now looked at her husband while she was clinking on to her lover’s body with his cock deep inside her pussy. What she wanted was for her husband not to be a hinderance to her indulging in her first adulterous sexual intercourse. She indicated she was ready to continue fucking when she started kissing my neck. I carried her to the bed. With each step I took my cock rubbed inside her pussy wall giving both of us pleasure. I put her down on the bed. Her sleeping son was just three feet away on the bed. For the first time in my life I was going to fuck the mother as the son slept soundly nearby.

 

She opened her legs wide and held her hands out to me inviting me on to her body. “Come darling … fuck me,” she said with heated desire. I loved how this housewife was so consumed with lust she had lost all decorum and was just a woman in the grip of delirious sexual fever.  

 

“Wait dear, first I want to drink something that will give a bigger high than the whisky your husband id drinking.” I had only licked her cunt once, that was when I brought her to orgasm with my mouth when we were in the room upstairs earlier in the afternoon. I wanted to taste her heady fluid once more. Since I came here to her room she had sucked my cock but I am yet to drain her pussy with my mouth.

 

I bit very gently on her clit and then sucked it along with the hood covering it. “Ohh … Vikram … thar’s it darling..,” she moaned.

 

My tongue proved her wet walls slurping in her lustful fluid. The tip of my two fingers rubbed her inner wall slowly moving upwards. Her moaning was now mixed with small whimpers. Now I started eating her pussy in earnest. I finger fucked her as I slurped in her arousal fluid. She was pressing my head hard on her pussy. Her back lifted up like a bow as she lost herself in the pleasures of sin. I only licked her for four to five minutes. I was going to make sure that this is only the beginning of a long and torrid sexual affair. There will be time enough to fully enjoy the taste of her cunt. She had not climaxed yet. She was going to get her orgasm only when my hard, long flesh is fully planted deep into her fertile love pit.

 

“Kiss me …. Fuck me Vikram … my darling illegal husband,” Bavani moaned.

 

Her cunt eagerly pulled in my surging cock. Her hands grasped my back, her calves locked over mine. I started pumping the cunt of this deliciously sexy wife of Mohan. Her big breasts mashed into my chest. Her mangalsutra rubbed against my chest driving me to greater frenzy. Our lustful dance of love started again. The force of our coupling shook the bed but luckily it did not wake up her sleeping son. Even if he got up, at his age he would not have been able to comprehend what uncle Vikram was doing on top of his mother and why both of them had no clothes on their bodies. He would have been upset to see his mother moaning and crying because uncle Vikram was hitting her body with his body. How was he to know that his mothers’ cries were not of that in pain but cries of uncontrollable joy.

 

“ahh…ang … Vikram … sss… yes… fuck … ohhh… yes..yes…” her moans of pleasure were the fuel I needed to move faster.

 

“I’ve had a few women but no one as beautiful as you, no sweeter cunt than yours,” I mumbled because of the intense pleasure I was feeling.

 

“I know, I’m just one more conquest,” Bavani said accusingly but her hips continued to push and meet mine.

 

“I’m not lying Bavani … humph … humph ,”I grunted as I fucked her,” you’re so special, I’ll not leave you my hunger for you will never be satisfied.”

 

She kissed me passionately now. “Am I really darling ?? I love you.” I knew that this was just sexual passion talking. Our union was more of lust than love but I also said,” I love you baby.”

 

I was kneading her breasts as we fornicated, She was biting on my chest in passion. “How is this fuck, better than with your husband?”

 

“Don’t you know,”

 

“hmm. Hmm … you tell me, I want to hear.”

 

“I’ve never been in heaven like this Vikram darling …ahhh… faster faster baby.”

 

For the next fifteen minutes we fornicated with wild abandon. As droplets of sweat formed on our bodies our hips moved faster and faster. Our kissing was wet and sloppy as our bodies. From the increased frequency with which her fingernails were digging into my back I knew she was nearing an almighty orgasm. I was there too.

 

“I’m going to shoot inside you darling,” I warned her. Even if she didn’t want me to I don’t think I could have pulled out. I wanted the pleasure of her pussy walls gripping my cock as I spewed my sperms into her.

 

“I’m going to come too, douse the fire in my pussy my love,” Bavani gave me the go ahead.

 
Our movements became frenzied. Our embrace frantic. We automatically knew the only way to suppress out roar of unbridled joy was to lock lips. Both our bodies shuddered violently as we reached a mind-blowing orgasm. The feeling of ecstasy surged through our bodies … on .. on .. and on. Our kiss went on and on and on. The first time we both were reaching the peak of pleasure at the same time. The first of the many times it is going to happen in the future. I had succeeded where even I didn’t have much hope in the beginning. I had seduced the wife while the husband had tried as much as he could to prevent it. In just one day I had been able to make a woman cheat on her husband as I robbed her of her chastity. My cock had still not lost its erection as it basked in the warm liquid of our mutual release.    

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superb!!!, mindblowing.

Thank you bro

excellent and mindblowing update....awaiting for more torrid session between the two....Bavani getting screwed beside her son makes it more kinky as the married female watches her husband but gives in to the carnal pleasure with her lover....hope to see also Bavani become a total slut with doing al sorts of kinky stuff with Vikram in the coming episodes

Yes, their sexual liaison will continue as they explore erotic pleasures together. Vikram would help to bring out her sexuality.

Really hot update. Looking forward to read what next? 

Thank you. Episodes would come as fast as I can possibly write. 

Awesome

Thanks

You are one of the best writer. I have read your other stories and they are simply awesome. Hoping same master content in this as well. All the best.

Thank you very much. Glad my other stories were also to your liking. This story has some way to go. 

I hope this is not end as erotic coupling
I hope to see some drama as husband found out and aftermath of this incident

Nope this will not be the end. This would be the beginning of a torrid affair between the two along with the complications that such an affair would bring.

Superb update

Thank you

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Chapter 8 – The Adulterous Lovers need more

 
Husband
 
I’ve got overly high now. I should have left after the three rounds as I had planned. The mistake I made was being persuaded to sit down again. After that I lost time of how long I was here. I shouldn’t have struggled and finished that last three rounds. But they insisted saying we all don’t have to anywhere and that we are all going to sleep here. Now my sight was blurring and I was finding it difficult to even walk. It was shanker who helped me to get back to my room.
 
“Come I’ll take you back to your room. I hope Bavani doesn’t scold me for making you drink so much,” he said with a laughter.
 
Shanker was one person who could hold his drinks well. No matter how much he drinks he always seems to be steady. With Shanker’s help I somehow stumbled back to my room. The door of the room was not locked or latched and we didn’t have to call out to Bavani or knock on the door.
 
“Poor Bavani, she must have been very tired and slept. The ladies had a lot of work in getting everything prepared,” Shanker said in sympathy.
 
I looked at the Bed. Bavani was sleeping with her back to us. I was so drunk that all this was blur to my eyes.
 
“Look Mohan, there’s a mat and pillow there. Why don’t you open it and sleep on the floor, no need to disturb Bavani, she must be very tired,” Shanker said.
 
I felt what he proposed was right. He helped me to put the mat on the floor and adjusted the pillow for me. After he had left I lay down on the mat and tried to sleep. When I closed my eyes, everything started spinning faster and faster. I felt like I was going to vomit. I immediately opened my eyes and the vomiting sensation subsided. If I were to vomit here it would be so embarrassing. Not only that Bavani would scold me terribly. Now I cursed myself for drinking so much. How stupid I was. Shouldn’t I know my limit. Not being able to sleep because my head would start spinning I rolled this side and that side trying to somehow fall asleep. I was also sweating profusely because of the drinks I had. The fan on the ceiling was not adequate to ease the heat on my body. The room smelled of sweat. Oh my god I must be sweating so badly I could even smell it. My struggle to sleep continued with the feeling of wanting to vomit every time I closed my eyes. I even contemplated going to the bathroom and vomiting but decided against it. The sound of my retching would wake Bavani up and maybe even the people sleeping in the hall. At the same time my eyelids were getting heavy as the drinks made me want to sleep. I don’t know how long my struggle had lasted because I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep. My drunken stupor was disturbed by a very bad dream.  While I lay there Vikram and Bavani who were completely naked were tightly embracing each other while their lips were stuck together in a passionate kiss. They were standing right in front of me not bothering if I saw them.
 
“Let her go you bastard … Bavani push him away,” I shouted but they both ignored me continued to kiss ardently.
 
Worse than that was Vikram looked at me and smiled contemptuously. He raised one her hands kissed it and then placed it on his cock. My wife too without any shame or hesitation grabbed it in her fingers and started shagging him. She looked at the cock in her fingers and then looked at my face and smiled with disdain as if to show me how much she liked his sex tool. I looked at Vikram’s cock, it was very big and thick and I felt my heart sink. I felt so inferior on seeing Vikram’s cock’s size. How can I compete with that? Bavani’s look seems to say when I have something this big in my hand why would I want you. Next I tried to get up and forcibly separate them but I couldn’t move my hands or legs, it was as if they had been tied down.  
 
Next Vikram spoke to my wife,” Get down on your hands and knees, I’m going to fuck you.”
 
This was not a request from him it was a command. Even I had never demanded her to do anything when I had sex with her. I expected her to react angrily to the tone he used but she just meekly did what he asked. He went on his knees behind her then holding her hips he started to fuck her.
 
“No .. No… stop,” I shouted but either they didn’t hear me or they weren’t bothered about me. Why even I couldn’t hear my own voice. They continued to fuck while I helplessly pleaded with them to stop.
 
My wife smiled at me wickedly. “He’s so good … so big .. sss.., you go back to sleep, don’t disturb us.” She told me.
 
Her breasts were dangling in front of her body swaying along with her body. What was cruel was the chain that symbolised she was married to me was also swaying in front as if it was mocking me.
 
He
 
I was going to where I left my friends drinking. I was very happy at this moment. There was still a little after orgasm cum leaking onto my boxers. My cock had had a wonderful feast. The sex had been even more delightful than I had expected it would be. What a body, what ardour, what a pussy … what a woman. Who said beautiful women would be too conceited to be a good fuck? The thinking was that they would feel that since the man is getting someone as beautiful as them the man should be thankful for that and they don’t have to do anything. But Bavani proved all that was nonsense. The way she clung on to his body, the way she reacted and responded to his touches, everything was superb. Even in that difficult situation of having sex while there was a fear of discovery she enjoyed the sex and also gave him so much pleasure. It looks like she needed good sex as much as I needed to seduce and enjoy her voluptuous body. That was clear in the way she gratefully rained kisses on my face after she had orgasmed. She probably didn’t have a wholly satisfying sex life through her husband. Her need must have been slowly gnawing at her over the years. Ina sense I had been lucky. Probably she was at a stage where her frustrations had grown to a level where she was vulnerable to seduction. If say this had happened about two or three years ago she may not be at a stage where she was ready to cheat. Also, the way she sucked my cock … that was surprising. Even a prostitute wanting to please her customer so as to get a bigger tip would not have been able to give as good a blowjob. But the tightness and heat of her pussy, the clutching of my body in the throes of passion were all those of a sexually starved married woman enjoying real bliss for the first time. Everything was wonderful except for one thing. I missed the loud erotic moaning and whimpering of a woman enjoying rapturous sex. Those shrieks of pleasure would have made my own enjoyment greater. This was not going to be the end but only the beginning.
 
She must be able to freely express her desires and pleasure she was in. “Fuck me darling …. Shove your big cock inside my cunt… Arrrgghhh … fuck me like a bitch … I’m in heaven darling..” How I long to hear her scream out words like this as my cock pummels the depths of her pleasure hole.
 
With these thoughts running in my mind I went to where I left my friends. There was no one there. The table had been cleared. There were no bottles or glasses left. They had two bottles of alcohol how could they have finished it so fast even though there were seven of them. I must have been away less than an hour ago. I looked at where Mohan and his gang were sitting. I saw a man help Mohan walk back to his room just at that moment. The way Mohan was wobbling as he walked indicated that he was very drunk. I looked at my watch … good god I had been away for almost an hour and a half. Had I been having sex for so long with Bavani. I was enjoying the pleasure so much I had lost track of time. I remembered that we had been kissing and pawing each other as we lay together in one another’s arms as we basked in the warm glow of after sex. Even then I had taken so long. I kissed Bavani goodbye after dressing up while she put back her clothes on. Thinking of Bavani reminded me of how her erotic she looked with her tousled hair and her face reflecting that of a woman who had just engaged in satisfying sex. That made my cock stir again. I just don’t seem to get enough of her. I went to the large room allotted to the friends of the bride’s brother. All of them were knocked out sleeping in whichever space they could find. There was one small place for me to lie down. I lay there for a while but unable to sleep. My mind was still occupied by the intense lovemaking with Bavani. I suddenly made up my mind and quietly left my sleeping friends behind and left the room.
 
I went to the room where Bavani and her husband were sleeping and peeked into the room through the window. Her husband was not on the bed with her, rather he was sleeping on a mat on the floor. I saw his face, his mouth drooling slightly as he lay there fully drunk. It looks like he won’t be able to get up anytime soon. Shall I call to Bavani to come here? I could ask her to open the door for me. No, that won’t work. She would probably refuse saying her husband was there. I saw her husband get back to the room later with the help of a friend. There was an off chance that the friend would have left Mohan in the room and have quietly closed the door and left. In that case the door may not be locked. Let me try my luck. I slowly sneaked my way to her door and tried to open it without making any sound. Today continued to be my lucky day. It opened as I twisted the handle and pushed. As I slowly closed the door again there was a very slight sound. Bavani turned around to see. Seeing me there she got up and sat on the bed in shock. Before she could say anything I quickly walked to her. She too quickly got up from the bed.
 
“Vikram go away … what are you doing here? My husband is here.”
 
I ignored what she said and quickly hugged her. I whispered into her ears,” Look at your husband he’s completely knocked out drunk. Even if thunder breaks here he won’t wake up.”
 
She looked at her husband’s condition and knew what I said was right. “Even then I’m scared, not now Vikram please.”
 
My hand was rubbing her breast as I kissed her on her neck. “I can’t sleep Bavani, I keep thinking of you.” As I said this I pulled her in closer to me rubbing my body against hers.
 
“I was thinking of you too but this is risky, he may get up.”
 
By this time, I had the front zip of her housecoat down and was kissing the top of her mound. “Don’t worry he won’t get up, not in the condition he is in”
 
“Okay then just five minutes then you go,” she said as she held my head up in her two palms. This was what I wanted .. I kissed her passion as she kissed me back. I pulled one of her breasts outside and sucked on her nipple. It instantly became erect in my mouth. She started moaning softly.
 
“I’m so hot Bavani, I want you again … now.”
 
“What? Again? We just finished and you are ready again? It’s too risky darling,” she said but her resolve was weakening.
 
“Bavani my beautiful queen. I need you so much I’ll always be ready for you. Don’t you have the desire too?”
 
“Yes, I want it too but ….,” she hesitated to go on.
 
This was all I needed to hear. The time for words were over. I started kissing her again. Our lips ground together as passion took control of her too. While continuing to kiss I tried lifting up her housecoat. She didn’t resist, in fact she broke off the kiss to help me take it off her body. She had no inner garments on and she fully naked in front of me once more. As she unbuttoned my shirt I undid my pants. Soon my clothes were strewn on top of her housecoat on the floor. That we were both aroused showed by our erections …. her nipples and my cock. We kissed again as she held my cock with her palms underneath the rod as she fingers slid on the skin inside out. I made her lie down on the bed again, the same place where we had mated so eagerly not even half an hour ago. My face was in between her open thighs as I sucked on her cunt lips. Even though she had washed her pussy there was the faint smell of our earlier coupling. As I licked and sucked on her pussy she pressed my head down forcefully as she softly moaned out her pleasure. As sexual tension built up inside of her she locked my head with her thighs.
 
“Ohh Vikram … lick me darling… oh .. oh .. oh…,” she started mumbling her words slowly becoming incoherent.
 
I liked how her love bud had pushed out from it’s hood. Every time the tip of my tongue would press against it she would shiver and when I slurped it in she would moan. Two of my fingers were effortlessly sliding in and out of her hole now. These experiences were new and wonderful for her and I didn’t want her to ever forget it. After about ten minutes of this I knew she was about to explode by the way she would crunch her stomach and lift up her buttocks. But I just wanted to get her ready before I shoved my cock into her cheating cunt. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed, my cock hard and ready for her pussy. But she had other ideas. She went down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. She was the first woman who seemed to like the taste of my manhood so much she wanted to suck it again and again. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she looked at me puzzled. I took hold of her gold chain and wound it around my cock.
 
“Hey don’t do that. This is sacred,” she said.
 
She tried to pull it off my cock but I held her hand and prevented her from doing so. When she had given me her vagina what is sacred about it anymore. “No, I want you to suck my cock with it around my shaft. You belong to me now.”
 
She hesitated for a few moments then started sucking my cock again. I held her head and mouth fucked her. I made her sit up in a minute or so. I was more interested in fucking her while her husband was in the same room. She sat on top of my thighs facing away as my cock slid in once again into her hungry vagina. She moved her body up and down as she rode my cock in reverse cowgirl style. I grabbed her jiggling tits and squeezed it as she jumped on my hard rod. She held on to the edge of the bed for balance as moved faster. This caused the bed to rock slightly. It was like she was doing dual duty. Rocking her sleeping child and pleasuring her lover. My cock was long enough for us to fuck in this way in comfort. It would not have been possible for Mohan, with his shorter penis, to easily have sex with his wife in this style. For the first time in my life I was fucking a woman with both her husband and son sleeping in the room. I reached around and started rubbing her clit and Bavani started moaning a bit more loudly.
 
“Ang… ang … ang… god ..god… god…”
 
Bavani, softer, people may hear.”
 
“Idiot you are doing this to me and want me to control?”
 
I laughed softly as she continued to moved up and down on my lap. There was one way to supress her moans. I took my fingers off her cunt. It was coated with her own pussy juice. I put my fingers into her mouth and she sucked on my fingers without hesitation as she continued to ride me. I now let go of tit and started rubbing her clit while she sucked on the fingers of my other hand. That was it, she soon shuddering in another orgasm. My only fear was she would bite hard on my fingers because of the pleasure that was gushing through her body. I let her enjoy the orgasm till she relaxed once more. Turning to me she sat on my knees and pulled my face to hers as she gratefully kissed me.
 
“Thank you darling, that was out of this world,” she said still breathing hard from her exertions.
 
I got up and we hugged each other tightly while we shared a deep kiss as only two very aroused lovers could. I looked at her husband lying there not knowing I had just fucked his wife for the third time this night. What a drunk fool he was. Then a very lewd idea came to me.
 
I kissed Bavani once more before telling her,” look we are being very unfair to your husband.”
 
“You rascal, you had been trying to seduce me this whole day and now after fucking me you are trying to make me feel bad.”
 
“No Bavani, hear me out. I didn’t mean it that way.”
 
“Then what? She asked me.
 
“We both are enjoying ourselves but the poor guy is not getting anything.”
 
“So?” she asked me.
 
“Let’s bring him in too, let’s have a threesome with him.”
 
“What?” She almost shouted out loudly not being able to believe her ears. “Have you gone mad?”
 
I was not crazy I knew what I planned to do.

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Hope hubby gets into action by sucking his wife's dripping Pussy/Ass   and may be Vikram's tool to
Wifey showing how to suck ,talking dirty dialogues, criticizing hubby's small tool by insulting him etc.
Pls make it so.
---- Hubby semi consciously active mind making him think it is his dream.

The episode you were anticipating though not exactly like you had wanted.

Superb

Thanks

Wonderful....
Simply awesome....

Thank you very much

excellent

Thank You

Amazing

Thank You

Amazing writing besides many unbelievable / impossible fucking or foreplay events without noticed from others.

Not sure if yours comment is appreciation or criticism but I'll take it as appreciation and say thanks.  :)

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Chapter 8 – continued

 
To say that I was shocked was to put it mildly. What type of crazy notion was this? I and my lover having a threesome with my husband. No way would my husband ever tolerate this.  I think he would rather kill me .. or Vikram .. or both. Forget about threesome sex, even if he sees us together like this being naked, he would be looking for a machete to chop us to pieces. Even though I was shocked at what Vikram said I was still standing there holding his big cock in my hand while Vikram was kneading my breast. Which husband would tolerate his wife doing this with another man … unless of course the husband was a cuckold, then the husband would be aroused by such a sight but I firmly believed my husband was not like that? As I had just a awesome orgasm my husband would have seen my sticky release fully coating Vikram’s triumphant cock. To my husband it would be like it was mocking him showing him how much I welcomed having that hard, big flesh inside me. In a place where it was supposed to be exclusively only my husband. But the reality was that this big sweet rascal had given me more pleasure than my husband’s normal sized penis had ever had.  
 
“Just look at your husband, look at how he is sleeping,” Vikram told me.
 
I looked at my husband. He was so drunk that he didn’t even know his dhoti had come undone at the waist. Not only my husband’s thighs were exposed, even his underwear can be seen.
 
“Why did he have to drink so much,” I muttered under my breath. He looked so undignified sleeping like that.
 
“Don’t curse him Bavani, if he had not been drinking so much would we have been able to enjoy this wonderful sex?”
 
What Vikram said was true, if my husband had not got drunk I would not have had this tremendously blissful experience with Vikram but still seeing him lying down like this was disturbing. “Yeah, but still I don’t like him to lose his dignity.” Even I felt what I said was so hypocritical. What could make a man lose his honour and dignity more than his wife having sex with another man without his knowledge.
 
“You did not get what I meant, look at his underwear,” Vikram said.
 
This is when I focused on it. There was a bump there. It was not because of the normal contour of his private part. He was actually having an erection. How could that be when he was so drunk?
 
“Your husband is having an erection and if you listen carefully he is mumbling something. You know what I think … I think he is having an erection dreaming of Smitha. I’ve seen how he looked at her.”
 
Is Vikram purposely saying this to tease me and make me jealous or was he seriously saying this I didn’t know. But I couldn’t help getting upset and a little angry because I didn’t like the fact that my husband admired another woman or was aroused by her. At the same time, I was aware how hollow this outrage was when I was guilty of cheating on my husband and enthusiastically having sex with a man younger than me. At the same time, I was confused. Was I upset that my husband was attracted to another woman or was I upset that there was another woman here capable of attracting my husband and my lover and whose beauty rivalled or maybe even surpassed mine? This feeling of jealousy and inadequacy made me understand how my husband’s feelings must have been too. It also made my feelings of guilt resurface again. But as an antidote to that was the very impressive manhood of my lover still in my hand and the fresh memory of the ecstasy I had been in. Vikram pulled me towards where my husband was as I resisted being afraid of whatever Vikram may have planned in his mind.
 
“Don’t be afraid dear, come with me, nothing will happen,” he reassured me as I allowed myself to be led by Vikram.
 
It felt very strange but at the same time exhilarating to stand near my husband while my lover and I were completely naked. Now I could see much more clearly that indeed my husband was having an erection. What was the real cause I couldn’t guess?
 
“Bavani, take out your husband’s cock, I want to see it.”
 
“No Vikram, I don’t want to .. don’t ask me.”
 
“Why not? He asked me.
 
The logical answer to that was it was embarrassing to do that in front of my lover but also inwardly, whatever said and done, he was my husband and I didn’t want Vikram to mockingly look at my husband’s penis because I knew it would pale in comparison to the virility and size of Vikram’s cock. So, I answered,” It’s risky, what if he wakes up?”
 
“No don’t worry, he won’t. He’s too drunk for that.”
 
“No Vikram, why do all that? Take me back to the bed and put your big cock inside my pussy and let’s enjoy another round of sex,” I tried to entice him away by pulling him to come with me.
 
He was having none of it. He had something on his mind and he only wanted for that to happen. “My darling Bavani, do as I say. This will be more fun for us, believe me.”
 
“Why are you so stubborn Vikram. This is like playing with fire.”
 
Seeing I was still not agreeable to what he proposed he came up with another tact. “Okay Bavani, I will stand near the door, if it looks like he is waking up I’ll slip out by the door. You can always say you are in the mood and you want sex with him. Surely he won’t get angry for that.”
 
“Vikram, listen to me. I want to have sex with you now not with my husband.”
 
“Just try it Bavani. This would be a thrilling experience. We may never get a chance like this again.” As I kept refusing he continued to badger me till I reluctantly agreed. Truth be said I was getting slowly aroused too by this type of sexual adventure that I had never tried in my life. My sex life till I met Vikram had been staid and come to think of it now a little boring.
 
As Vikram stood near the door, his hand on the handle, ready to go at the first sign of trouble, I slowly and hesitantly placed my hand on my husband’s underwear band to pull it down. My husband stirred and I immediately froze but my husband didn’t open his eyes and continued to sleep. I tried again. This time he didn’t move. It was true, his penis was fully erect even when he was in this drunk state. Who or what was he thinking of for this to happen? Now Vikram came and sat beside me. I was so scared but at the same time it was so thrilling. Vikram took my left hand and placed it on his cock. This was another first for me. With my right hand I was shaking my husband’s penis, with my left hand I was shaking the much bigger cock of my lover.
 
“Look at my cock and look at your husband’s,” Vikram said. He needn’t have told me to make a comparison because I was already doing that. Vikram had purposely sat close to my husband so that I can clearly see how much more the difference is and impressive Vikram’s cock is in comparison.
 
He pushed my head down towards his cock. The rascal wanted me to suck his cock while I was shaking my husband’s cock. What was even more disgraceful was I had no shame whatsoever. I too readily sucked Vikram’s cock as I pleasured my husband. Vikram himself pulled back his foreskin so that my tongue and lips would now rub on his exposed sensitive reddish bud. This cock had only just been inside my pussy therefore the sticky liquid from my cunt was generously coated on it. For the first time my tongue tasted my own cunt fluid. I didn’t feel disgusted but rather I sucked his cock with relish. Not only was I in sexual heat this sight would have made Vikram aroused beyond measure.
 
“Suck, you sexy slut … I’m seeing your husband’s prick for the first time … how could he make you happy with that.”
 
My mouth was full of his cock, how could I answer him. He was insulting my husband but I was happily continuing to suck his cock. But what to do nature decreed that this was what I would get through my marriage. Not just me but this is the fate for a majority of married women. So just like them I too adjusted and attempted to live happily with what I had. Afterall, the men having substantially larger than normal sized penis were just about only five percentile of the men population in society.
 
“Don’t worry  darling I’m here anymore to give you the pleasure you deserve. The cock you are sucking will take care of all your needs.”  
 
This situation was really kinky. I was sucking on my lover’s dick while shagging my husband. I felt Vikram’s fingers enter into my pussy. What a disaster it would be if my husband was to suddenly wake up and see what was happening.
 
Vikram pulled out his cock from my mouth. “You be on all fours like this I’m going to fuck you from the back.”
 
I remained as he told me with my husband’s erect cock in my hand, shamelessly inviting my lover to poke me from behind. Vikram kneeled behind me on his hands and knees. I felt the head of his cock rubbing on my pussy lips. Yes, he was going to shove it inside … and I was holding my husband’s cock as he was about to do so. I started shaking my husband’s cock with every effort to give him as much pleasure as possible. It was at least the fair thing to do. While I was betraying him and enjoying this adulterous pleasure with my lover I could at least give my husband some pleasure in return.  
 
“Aw ..ffff….,” I almost fell forward on my husband because of the force with which Vikram slammed his cock into me. I know that Vikram was fully aroused now by the vigour with which he fucked me. Why wouldn’t he be aroused. What could give a bigger ‘kick’ than fucking someone’s wife while that man lay in a drunken stupor. Kinkier still was the wife was pleasuring her husband at the same time. I was being pushed forward each time Vikram shoved his cock inside my pussy with full force. I had to steady myself so that I don’t fall on my husband. My husband who had been mumbling under his breath while sleeping slowly started talking louder. I was shocked and surprised when I could actually hear what he was uttering.
 
“Vikram … don’t … please no…”
 
His thoughts were not on Smitha as Vikram had suggested but it was on Vikram, but why?  My husband’s next words were even more shocking.
 
“She’s my wife … you can’t do this.” There can be no doubt here. My husband was talking about me.
 
“Babani  no … no … don’t touch his cock .. no.” My husband had known all along that Vikram had been trying to seduce me. Did he suspect me too? All this time I’ve been thinking I’ve been very careful and discreet but now I was not too sure. My god, what is happening?
 
“Don’t Vikram, don’t’ …oh no .. it’s in.” Both Vikram and I stopped moving because my husband had suddenly moved quite a bit. He raised his head from the pillow. His half open eyes were looking at us. Vikram had his hands on my dangling tits with his cock deep inside my cunt. What is my husband going to do? This is terrible. Vikram pull out … I wanted to shout but only a strangled groan came out of my mouth. My eyes were directly meeting my husband’s eyes. Only now my panic eased a bit. My husband’s eyes were glazed, probably unfocused or not focused clearly. He was probably in an even less than semi-conscious state.
 
My husband’s head fell back on the pillow and his eyes closed again. But he was still restless. Probably he was even now dreaming that Vikram and I are having sex. If so was he having this erection because of it? Maybe jealousy would make a man involuntarily or make him unable to control from reacting like this. This may just be just a physical reaction. My husband’s next words confirmed what I had surmised to be true.
 
“Vikram .. don’t … don’t fuck her …Bavani  no don’t moan.”
 
It was clear what scenes were running in my husband’s mind. Vikram was fucking me and I was enjoying it. I was concentrating on what my husband was mumbling that only now I became aware that Vikram was now pumping his cock inside my pussy with renewed passion. How erotically stimulating it must be for Vikram to hear my husband suffer in jealousy while my husband was dreaming that I and he were having sex.
 
“Ang… ang.. ang.. ang…,” I had been moaning continuously too. There was no denying that this was a completely erotic situation for me too.
 
I now decided I would do one thing. I bent forward and took my husband’s cock in my mouth. I started sucking his cock with all efforts to give him as much pleasure as possible. We, Vikram and I, had made my husband so much the last few hours. He had been conscious that Vikram wanted to bed me but had not been able to know for sure if he had succeeded. Now it made sense why my husband had looked around the terrace to see if anyone was there when he had come up to look for me. Now I know the reason too why he had asked if I was alone. His worry had been so great, his insecurity so much that even in this drunken he was dreaming, no, having a nightmare, that Vikram was fornicating with me. The thing was that dream was really happening.
 
“Please forgive me dear… I’ve made you suffer but I need this marvellous pleasure that Vikram was giving me at least once in my life.” I was going to make up for this for my husband. No more does he have to beg me for a blowjob. I will do that for him every time and it won’t be just out of duty but with the desire to give my husband the pleasure my mouth gave Vikram. I will make love with full passion with my husband and make sure he enjoys it very much even if I myself don’t get an orgasm. I will make sure my husband has the best sex a wife could give her husband. But for now, I wanted to enjoy this thrilling adulterous sex with my lover.
 
I took my mouth of my husband’s cock and moaned to Vikram,” Fuck me darling sss.. fuck me and make me cum.”
 
I again started sucking on my husband’s cock as Vikram’s groin thudded into my soft buttocks again and again. This erotic scene must have been so sexually charged that Vikram’s hard flesh felt like it must have become bigger than before. The blood gushing into the hollow sacs of his cock must have been so great, his arousal so intense that Vikram’s cock must have swollen to a proportion it had never before. I could feel the head of his cock knock on my cervix. My husband’s cock would never have reached up to that. Vikram was fucking parts of my vagina that were still virgin because my husband’s cock had never reached those depths. I pushed my hips back wanting more of Vikram’s pleasure pole as deep inside me as possible.
 
“I’m fucking your wife’s cheating cunt Mohan … you are not dreaming… look how she is enjoying it.” Vikram spoke to my husband who possibly could not have heard any of it.
 
“Yes dear .. I want him ..just this once I’ll enjoy with him,” I said and got back to sucking.
 
“You hear that Mohan, she’s my slut now,” Vikram’s pumping even got faster.
 
All three of us were engulfed with pleasure but only one person was suffering anguish along with the bliss. My cunt muscles were grinding on Vikram’s hard flesh as a prelude to another orgasm. I’ve never had so many orgasms in one day in my life. A little more and we would be pushed past the edge. Our bodies were undulating together in fast rhythm. I could feel my husband’s cock stiffening harder in my mouth. We were ready to explode in pleasure. It was my husband who unwittingly gave the stimulus.
 
“Don’t shoot in her Vikram …. Oh nooo…”
 
Vikram did exactly that. I could feel his hot sperm spurt out and hit my cervix as he held his jerking cock deep inside my pussy. I raised my head, face titled to the ceiling, eyes closed, mouth open, lips quivering and breath gasping as that made me shudder too as intense pleasure shot through my body. I felt my husband’s cock jerk too in my hand. His sperm too shout out like a fountain. I don’t think he had ever come in such force. My husband too must have had tremendous pleasure.  All three of us had climaxed at the same time. This is what Vikram had meant when he said that we should have a threesome.  As Vikram pulled me around to him we kissed with unbridled passion. Even he I think had never had experienced something as erotic as this. Needless to say, this is an experience I will never forget in my life. I looked at my husband, after that orgasm he seemed to have quietened down and he was sleeping now without mumbling in his sleep. Vikram and I had been kissing while we both were on our knees. He got up now. He got up now. His half erect cock was sticky and wet and right in front of my face. This beautiful symbol of male virility had given me so much of pleasure. Pleasure I didn’t even know existed. I gratefully took in into my mouth and sucked it clean. There was no squeamishness whatsoever. I would do anything for my lover who had taken me to heaven.

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Fantastic

Thank you

Ahh, an opportunity missed.

If wifey can take in repeated white protein from Vikram, surely she could have shared it with her unconscious hubby.

When is there an conscience in cheating? Conscience comes after doing the cheat only.

Heart always wins over Mind no?

Actually in the Tamil version the husband won't even be semi conscious. Everything would only be a dream for him. Here I made it as he was semi conscious but eyes glazed and not really knowing what was happening. Bavani is conflicted. She wants the thrill of the new experience but feels a bit guilty doing it. She consoles herself that this is a one off and she can go back to being a faithful wife after that. 

Is this thread going to be cuckold genre?

No, the husband definitely will not be a cuckold. Normally in my stories the husband will not be a cuckold though in a couple of stories when there are multiple male characters I've written with one of the characters eventually turning into a cuckold. 

Ur stories are a CumFest

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very good

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Thank you everyone. Sorry I can't reply individually this time. I was pressed for time.

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Chapter 9 – Night of Bliss  

 
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When Mohan mumbled out ‘Vikram, let Bavani go’ I almost shot out my load into Bavani’s tight pussy. This was what I wanted. This was what that made it so erotic. He clearly suspected that I had seduced his wife and she too had willingly given herself to me. Yet he couldn’t confront either of us as he was absolutely certain or had any proof. This must be so disturbing for him. He must be suffering inside with this nagging doubt gnawing at him. So much so even in his drunken state the dream that was making him mumble in despair was that of me and Bavani fucking. Once this nagging doubt had got a hold in his mind it is forever going to be a disturbance to his peace of mind. Knowing this, made fucking Bavani all the more sweeter. I looked at Mohan’s face as my cock slid in and out of his wife cunt. What if he was not so drunk now and saw how much his wife liked my cock that she was thrusting her hips back wanting my hot rod as deep in her as possible? He would have been shocked to see how his wife’s cunt lips clung on to my hard cock flesh as it was pulled in and out along with my cock. He would know then that this was something he could never give his wife.
 
I was not interested in making a husband a cuckold though of course there was a thrill in fucking a woman in front of her husband while he masturbated, pulling on his puny cock while his wife’s pussy was being pounded by her lover with his big hard prick. The greater thrill for me was to be secretly fucking the wife of a jealous and suspecting husband. A totally unsuspecting husband was no fun because he would be ignorant of everything going on and it would just be me bedding his wife. Similarly, a cuckold would be deriving pleasure from seeing his wife fuck with another man. But a man who when he sees you will suffer thinking that you have been mating with his wife when ever he was not around but still couldn’t say for sure would be thrilling. The smirk he sees on you face would make him think it was disdain for his stupidity and weakness. It is like the situation where the wife is talking to her husband over the phone while her lover’s cock was pounding her pussy. Her sudden uncontrolled shrieks or moans would confuse and even raise the suspicion of her husband but the wife somehow manages it by coming up with a credible excuse for her cry. I know how pleasurable it would be for the lover at that time and this desire of mine was something like that.
 
Now our sex culminated in a wonderful experience for all of us. From this afternoon I had shot out my sperm four times. Once on the floor of the terrace, once inside Bavani’s mouth and the floor behind the kitchen and twice into Bavani’s cunt. I can definitely say that this orgasm was the best of the lot. What pleasure … it went on for so long. Similarly, it must also have been the fourth orgasm for Bavani. Once when I ate her cunt in the storeroom upstairs, once while we fucked near the window while keeping an eye on her husband, once on the bed and finally now in front of her sleeping husband. This must have been the best for her too by way of how her body had spasmed. I slowly pulled out my cock from that newly cheating cunt. Her pussy lips still clung on to my cock as if reluctant to let go of my sex organ. When my cock fully pulled out those beautiful sex petals remained slightly agape as if inviting my cock back inside. A little bit of my sperms leaked out from the opening. Because this was the fourth time I had an orgasm over the span of a day the flow had not been so copious. Nevertheless, as Bavani turned to kiss me she held her thighs tightly together to prevent more leakage. Her fervent kisses and then her sucking my cock clean reaffirmed how immensely satisfying the sex had been. Holding her hand over her pussy she got a small towel from her bag and wiped her cunt clean. She then wiped off her husband’s splattered sperm which had been on the floor and on his thighs.  Now her husband’s and my seminal fluid were together on the same towel. Seeing this I started laughing softly.
 
“What are you laughing at?” Bavani asked me.
 
“Nothing it’s just that do you know the reason sex therapist give for a husband wanting to have very aggressive sex with his wife when he had learnt about his wife’s adultery? It’s not only because he wants to prove himself to his wife.”
 
“Only you know these types of matters, what do I know … better you yourself tell the reason,” she said staring at me with mock anger.
 
I laughed before answering. “Their theory is that it is something long ingrained in the male DNA. When a male sees a rival had mated with his female he would procced to vigorously have sex with the female to displace the sperm of his rival and replace it with his own thereby ensuring that his progeny is borne by the female.”
 
“So why are you laughing for that now?” She asked me.
 
“Well, your wiping your husband’s sperm over mine, replacing my sperm with his, what good is that going to do on the towel?” I laughed again.
 
“Idiot … idiot ..,” She scolded me but showed her love by kissing me deeply once more. “Is that why you finished inside of me without using a condom. You want to make me pregnant is it?”
 
Even without me answering this she could make out a deep-seated wish. Every man would want to make a woman, who he is strongly attracted to but belonging to another man, bear his child. This would be the ultimate vindication of his manhood.
 
“Well forget it my dear boy, I’m not such a terrible woman. If I have a second child, it would only be through my husband.”
 
“But you didn’t protest or stop me from filling your pussy with my seed?”
 
“So that’s why you thought I’ll be agreeable to it. The reason I didn’t stop you is because I’m on birth control. My husband and I don’t plan to have a second child yet.”
 
I wasn’t very disappointed with her answer. I plan to prolong this to a long sexual affair even if she was planning on this being a brief sexual encounter while we were here. I’m going to show her all the different erotic pleasures of sex. The bliss must be something that gives her immeasurable happiness. She would first start by getting fond of the man who had transported her to such rapture along with that slight resentment will start to form at her husband who had denied and was incapable of giving that pleasure. Slowly that fondness would turn to something more and then there would be a strong possibility of she herself wanting to create a strong bond between them by bearing his child.
 
But to her I just said,” No I didn’t intend anything like that. I just wanted that the first time we made love there shouldn’t be some artificial thing being an hinderance to our full enjoyment. I wanted the joyous touch of skin on skin.”
 
She readjusted her husband’s underwear and we walked together hand in hand as lovers would back to the bed. We were both still completely naked. We lay down together on the bed with her head on my chest and her fingers caressing my body. One of her thighs were over mine with her thigh just brushing against my now flaccid cock and testes. Her pussy lips were pressed against my thigh. As we spoke we would kiss now and then, sometimes she suck my nipple a bit. Her fingers were busy either caressing my stomach or playing with my cock. All this while her husband and child were deep in sleep.
 
“I have a doubt,” she asked me,” you bought ice cream for my son with the intention of getting to me didn’t you?
 
I just smiled abashedly. “You rascal, all the time I was thinking you did it because you were fond of my son.”
 
“Of course, I was fond of your son but I was fonder of his mother.”
 
She bit me on my chest for that. I didn’t mind that. These small love bites are going to be a testament to my manhood.  “You had targeted me from the beginning didn’t you? But why? Didn’t you find any other woman to seduce?”
 
“Tell me Bavani, is there a more beautiful woman than you here?”  I could see she was pleased with that by the way her eyes glowed.
 
“Don’t try and sweet talk me. Sure, there were, like that Smitha for instance. She seems to like you too.” I could catch a hint of jealousy in her tone.
 
“She is as beautiful as you I agree but you have something more, an oomph, a sexiness that is an instant magnet to every man. That she doesn’t have. Good looks can fade with age but the glamour and sexiness will remain. When both of you are in your forties young men would pay no attention to her but they would still try to get your phone number if they could.”
 
She was so pleased at what I had said she started kissing me with great passion. As our kiss never seemed to end my cock responded by once again coming to live in her fingers. She looked at it with astonishment and said,” will this thing ever calm down?”
 
“How can you expect that when your beautiful fingers are holding it?”
 
“So, shall I take my hand off?”
“Okay do that,” I said.
 
“Really? Sure?”
 
“Yep, but I want your mouth to replace your hand.”
 
“Chee.. dirty fellow,” She laughed blushing.
 
“Please darling, I love it when you do it.”
 
“From the time of my marriage it looks like I have not sucked my husband’s penis this many times.”
 
“That’s how it should be. Husband getting this pleasure from his wife should be limited, her lover should never be denied this pleasure by her.”
 
“You would say that wouldn’t you,” Bavani said kissing my lips lightly.
 
“Okay, it’s getting late, have to wake up early tomorrow for the wedding,” Bavani said trying to get up.
 
I grabbed her, not letting her get up. “Bavani, I’m in the mood, how about another round.”
 
“You’re always in the mood. It’s getting late. Look it’s past two thirty already.”
 
“Please Bavani, let’s do something different. Let’s do a sixty-nine.”
 
“Please Vikram, it’s getting late, you go and let me sleep.” Though she said this I could see her getting interested.
 
I turned around and pulled her on top of me with my face on her pussy. They were still wet from our last sex session. I was aware that she had only wiped it to clean it not washed yet but when she can suck my cock just after we had sex then I can lick her too. As I started licking her cunt sucking on her clit I heard her moans. This is what I liked about her she gets into the mood quickly, an indication of a woman with high libido. Soon something wet surrounded my cock. She had taken my cock in to her mouth. For a woman who had not been too keen on giving her husband oral sex this desire to do this for me was very pleasing to me. This time she was deep throating me with my cock head pushing into her throat. When a woman wants to make her man happy everything she does for him is done with relish and desire. Her pussy smelled of sex … the sex that we just had had. Her clitoris started popping out of its hood by the teasing by the tip of my tongue. I was going to enjoy this night of illicit love as much as possible because I don’t know when I can enjoy the pleasures this luscious body the next time. She became rapidly wet and my cock back to its maximum girth. We were now ready for the third round of the night. She quickly turned around, reached down to grab my cock. She looked at my face and smiled. Her face showing the craving that always immediately aroused my own lust.  She sat down slowly, her pussy completely swallowed my cock with a grip and caress that seems to special to her folds of intimate flesh. Her hips moved up and back as her pussy slid over my cock measuring its length then when her hips moved back in my cock snugly buried itself in the warm embrace of those pleasurable folds of flesh.  Each time she slid up and down the pleasure poured through my body. She must be having the same pleasure because of how her own eyes swooned.  While she was riding me, she started kneading her own breasts.  
 
“Oh Bavani.. baby … so good ..so good … humph … Mohan is a lucky man…”
 
“Even on my first night my husband only did me twice,” She gasped as she rode me.
 
“What a waste, I would have fucked you at least five times,” I said as I held her hips and pushed my hips up to meet her thrust.
 
Our lovemaking this time had to be fast as we were aware of the limited time left for us. She bent down and kissed me sucking on my lips voraciously while just moving only her buttocks up and down. This housewife had all the moves. I couldn’t get enough of her not only because she was beautiful and sexy but she made love too with so much of passion. Definitely I would be going to her city just to have sex with this sex angel. Her pussy gripped and milked my pole probing into her love tunnel. I realised that I won’t finish fast with her on top. I turned her around and got on top of her. I can’t be here till early morning. People may get up early to prepare for the wedding. Me pumping from on top would enable me to finish faster.
 
“Fuck me Vikram … fast darling..” She moaned shamelessly.
 
We fucked kissing with passion and caressing each other as our naked bodies rubbed against each other.
 
“Ohh .. do it Vikram aahh..”
 
“Open your legs wider baby, Bavani oh yes what a sweet cunt you have.” I pulled up both her legs hooking them under my elbows with her thighs now held at the side of her body. This way my cock was going deeper than ever.  The bed was rocking once more as my hips moved rapidly, piston like.  She grabbed my head as she hurriedly sought to kiss me. She was about to cum and I too concentrated hard wanting to join her. Our lips locked as her fingers clawed on my back. Our locked lips muffled our groans pleasure as our bodies convulsed together once more. When I sneaked out of the room I left behind a very tired but sated housewife sleeping peacefully. The sex with Bavani had been so unbelievably good, so much more pleasurable than even what I had expected that I wanted more. Somehow I must enjoy this delectable wife of Mohan at least one more time before we leave this place.

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Sensational.....
Superb.....

Thank you.

No No Author:
          Now it is just repeated sex with no disturbances.
          Fucking for so long with no disturbance? Hubby still not woken up?

NO NO NO

:) I know that particular episode would seem repetitious. You must remember that I had already written this episode in the Tamil version and I didn't want to change it though of course I could have just written they had another round of sex before Vikram left and then gone on to the next chapter. Also I wanted to establish how much Vikram desired Bavani that he was sated with enjoying her once or twice but he wanted her more and more. So much so he could perform many times with her in the short time available. Remember all this happened between somewhere close to twelve midnight and three in the morning.  Criticism was fair but I just wanted you all to know my thinking.  

Same thought there

Refer above in my response to Givemeextra

Excellent update as usual...Bavani is fast turning into a slut...let us see what sexy attire she wears for the next days marriage party...I am sincerely hoping for a daringly low saree below her deep navel and a complete backless blouse with loads of jewellery...and wearing that, Bavani will have a dirty sex when the actual marriage is going on...and hoping to see Bavani becomes a cum slut in the future as well for her lover

There won't be an after wedding party but things that you wanted may be in the future episodes.

Exactly what I was thinking

Refer to response to Givemeextra.

Awesome

Thank you.

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Chapter 9 (continued) Part 2 – Aftermath

 
Husband
 
When Bavani woke me up it was five thirty in the morning. I found it so difficult to even open my eyes. My head felt very heavy. I held my head with my two hands. I still had the head spinning feeling to some extent. One thing though my dream was still vivid in my mind. It was as if it had been really happening. Was it really only a dream? The feeling that they were having sex here while I was sleeping felt so real to me. Why am I thinking so badly about my own wife she is not that type, I have been married to her for six years so I should know or do I? I cursed myself for not only thinking badly of my wife but also for my own confusion. I did see Vikram going with his friends to have their own drinks party and Bavani was sleeping all alone when I came back. Moreover, she had not wanted me to go out drinking and tried her best to stop me. If she had any plans to have illicit sex with her lover she wouldn’t have done that.
 
Just as if reading my thoughts her voice broke my chain of thoughts and brought me back to the present. “I told you not to go drinking, did you listen to me? Now you are the one who is suffering,” Bavani scolded me. I was glad she was scolding me and not just remained silent being happy I had gone away. Her words reflected more of care than anger.
 
“Aww … don’t scold dear, I still have a terrible headache.”
 
“Good .. let it ache .. when have you ever listened to what I said? Go brush your teeth and take your bath. I have put on the heater. Come back fresh, I’ll make a hot cup of coffee for you, at least that will help to ease your headache.”
 
Though she scolded me, the care she was showing gave me some peace of mind. How could she have betrayed me when she cares so much for me. “No, I can’t get up.. let me sleep another half an hour and wake me up after that.”
 
“Are you joking? It’s already late now and at this rate we will only reach the wedding hall after the wedding is over.”
 
I looked at her through bloodshot eyes as she was staring at me with her hands on her hips  She looked fresh as she must have already taken her bath. Even fresh faced without any makeup whatsoever she looked so angelic. There was a glow to her face that made it even more attractive. How could I ever doubt this beautiful angel?
 
“I thought I was going to have only one problem this morning that is getting Avinash ready. He won’t get up and make such a fuss. Now you are doing the same thing. How am I to manage if both father and son give problems at the same time,” she complained.
 
“Like father like son isn’t it,” I said trying to joke and make light of it.
 
“Don’t laugh .. what are people going to say if we are late? She said hitting her head with the palm of her hand.
 
Just as I opened my mouth to reply to her someone knocked on the door. “The door is not locked come in,” my wife said.
 
The bride’s father half opened the door leaned inside and said,” Breakfast will be ready in half an hour. All of you get ready and come, okay.”
 
“Look here uncle, he still hasn’t got up and wants to sleep another half hour more,” Bavani complained to him. He looked at the way I was lying down and laughed.
 
“It’s okay Bavani, it’s important the ladies get ready and go to the wedding hall first. Let him sleep some more. When I saw, the way he was drinking last night I knew this will happen today,” he couldn’t hide his mirth.
 
This seemed to be such a normal domestic scene. Wife getting angry at husband getting drunk the previous day. Husband sheepishly trying to console her. A relative making fun of me. How could I have even thought something was going to happen last night. My wife’s demeanour was not that of someone who had engaged in something bad. I felt much better now in spite of my splitting headache. I looked at him gratefully for understanding my situation and allowing me to sleep some more. Only another man can sympathise with another man for the situation I was in. Before Bavani could say anything I covered myself with the blanket and went back to sleep. When I woke up again it was a little more than an hour later. The room was empty and quiet. I presumed that Bavani had got my son ready and had gone to the wedding hall. One of our relatives must have given her a lift to the hall. I quickly got up, or at least I tried to but my head still felt heavy. I went to clean myself up and get ready.
 
The first thing I did was to brush my teeth and then shave. Only when I took off my Dhoti and then my underwear to get ready to take my bath that I noticed something dried on my innerwear. Suspiciously I rubbed it and took it up to my nose. Yes, no doubt about it, it was dried sperm. Does that mean that I had been aroused by that terrible dream? Did it cause me to have an erection? Did I actually leak because of that? What a disgusting thing that is. How can I have been sexually aroused by a dream where another man is having sex with my wife. Am I such a pathetic man to have been sexually triggered by such a dream? My mind refused to accept such a possibility. No, the cause for my erection must have been something else.  First thing I decided was to soak my Dhoti and underwear in a pail. Only then did I see my wife’s bra and panties already soaking in a pail. Normally my wife would have put the dirty clothes in another bag to take back home to be washed. Why did she soak it now? Was it possible that I had sex with Bavani last night and in my drunken state I have no recollection of it now? Come to think of it I vaguely remembered something like my wife holding my penis and shaking it but I had dismissed it as something from my dream. Did it really happen? While the dream was vivid why was this not clear? I just didn’t know what to think. I quickly took my bath, changed into proper attire for the wedding and left for the hall. I didn’t even think to have my breakfast first.
 
When I reached the hall the first thing I did was look to see where my wife was. I looked at where many of the ladies were. I looked at the place wedding ceremonies were taking place yet I couldn’t see her anywhere in those places. Around five minutes would have past when I suddenly saw her. I was shocked and dismayed at what I saw. She was happily smiling and talking with that bastard Vikram. I just stood still watching them. I have seen them talk together several times yesterday but on seeing them today there was a difference that I could discern but could not quite place. Slowly I came to realise that I was seeing a difference in their body language. Before it used to be that of two acquaintances casually having a conversation but now it seems to be a conversation between two close friends … or maybe something more than even that. There seems to be a difference in the way they looked at each other. Again, I had the dilemma of another doubt about my own thinking. Was I unnecessarily reading too much into it because nobody else was paying any attention to them. But then nobody else’s wife is standing closely with a would-be seducer and laughing and talking with him for them to bother. After a few moments I could see that she was saying bye to Vikram from the movement of her lips. Vikram with a broad smile on his face went to join where his friends were standing. I casually walked to stand somewhere discretely nearby. I needed to eavesdrop on their conversation without them knowing. The first words I heard his friends say shook me to the very core.
 
“You crook you didn’t even have drinks with us and went to meet her. You didn’t even come back till we finished drinking. Tell me what were you two doing?” The friend who said that had a smirk on his face. There could only be one interpretation to that look.
 
“Yes, you drunkards, when I came back you guys had finished both the bottles.” This confirmed that Vikram was not with them and he had been away for a long time and he had gone to meet a woman according to his friends. They also asked him this after he just came back from talking to my wife. So, looks like they were referring to my wife.
 
“Hey don’t change the topic, tell us all the juicy details of what happened between you two,” another friend said.
 
“Nothing happened, we were just chatting,” Vikram replied.
 
“You expect us to believe that? You were just talking for almost two hours?”
 
“That’s the truth … why are you guys not believing me?”
 
“Because we know you,” a third friend said and everyone laughed. I felt like everyone was laughing at me because they could be referring to my wife.
 
“You just talking to a girl when you get an opportunity to meet her alone at a romantic time like late night? Before we all get together and kick you out with the truth, what happened.”
 
Vikram just gave them a mysterious smile. There could be a number of reasons for that smile and every one of it would only cause me distress.
 
“Did the both of you kiss?” one fellow asked eagerly.
 
“Of course, how could that not have happened,” this was not Vikram replying but another person interjecting.
 
Their questioning became a little vulgar. “Did you press her breasts?
 
Vikram’s non-committal answer of “hmm,” was worse than if he had said it out loud.
 
The friend who had started the questioning now asked in whisper that was still loud enough for me to hear,” Bro, did you take out yours? Did she hold it?”
 
Before Vikram could answer that my heart was beating a mile a minute. What would his answer be, I dreaded to hear it. Vikram on his part only smiled as an answer but that smile spoke volumes.
 
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I was laughing to myself. I knew that Bavani’s husband was eavesdropping on our conversation.  The riotous dread in his face was comical to me. I was debating to myself on how much longer I should make him suffer like this. Now he knows that I was not with my friends when they were having the drinks. He was already suspicious about me and his wife. That was confirmed by his mumblings while he was drunk. Now he knows that we had ample opportunity last night to get together while he had been drinking.  The burning question in his mind would be whether his wife and I had used that opportunity to have sex last night. Now when my friends confirm that I had gone to meet up with a woman those suspicions would have increased manifold and so would have been his anxiety. It would be like the veins in his brain would burst if he doesn’t find out who the woman was that I had gone to meet last night. I was thinking to myself, should I let him suffer some more or should I ease his pain? I actually had another fear in my mind. What if he just jumped to a conclusion and confronted Bavani saying he knew what had happened last night.  If she too believing that somehow her husband had got to know the truth and she starts confessing and asking for his forgiveness everything would be ruined. I had many more plans in my mind on how I was going to enjoy that beautiful and sexy housewife. This shouldn’t end with a big fight and a commotion now. However, I still wanted Mohan to suffer just a little more.
 
My friends were talking dirty now as the case would be between friends in situation like this. When my friend asked if I had taken my cock out and if she had held it my response was just to smile at first. Then I replied,” how can you expect me to answer that about a girl. Telling others what a girl does out of desire is very wrong.”
 
This answer purportedly not wanting to ruin a woman’s reputation practically confirmed to my friends … and to the listening Mohan, that what they asked was what had happened. It was then that my friends had unwittingly eased Mohan’s suffering.
 
“Look Vikram, she is looking at you. Looks like ‘talking’ with you last night was not enough she still wants to talk some more. Okay you go.”
 
Mohan immediately looked at Bavani but she was busy talking to some ladies and not looking at my direction at all. Confused, he looked at me to see where I was looking. I walked away from my friends, standing at a corner and gestured to Smitha who was looking at me to move away from her friends and come meet me. Only now it would have dawned  on Mohan that my friends were not talking about his wife but about Smitha. Poor guy would have finally felt relieved. Never mind let him have some peace of mind for a while. How was he to know that I had fucked his wife three times last night and more than that he had unwittingly participated in a threesome with us. Even now before he had reached the hall Bavani and I had secretly hugged each other for a few moments.
 
Smitha came up to me and said,” Hi Vikram, looks like you enjoyed yourself a lot last night.”
 
For a moment I was confused. How did she know about me and Bavani?
 
“I wanted to talk with you for a while but you were very busy with your friends setting up your drinks party.” Oh, she is  talking about that I thought, my confusion clearing up. This is how things would be when you are engaged in deceit. Even innocent statements or questions would be misconstrued.
 
“Same thing Smitha, I too wanted to come and meet up with you but you know how guys are, they didn’t let me leave,” I unashamedly lied and put the blame on my friends. Those guys had been so good to have unknowingly sent me off to have blissful sex with another man’s wife.
 
“Really?” Smitha asked. I could see that she was pleased.
 
“Yeah, we haven’t really got to know each other so I thought that would have been a good time,” I said.
 
“Now we may not have much time you know,” Smitha said.
 
“Why?”
 
“I could a lift from the parents of one of my friends who were also attending this wedding. They are going back to Chennai after the wedding and I have to go back with them,” Smitha said rather disappointedly.
 
“Oh, in that case I hope we can keep in touch,” I told her.
 
“Sure, just note my number,” She said as she gave her mobile number.
 
“Thanks, Smitha, I’ll message you. You note my number too.”
 
“Won’t your girlfriend get upset if a girl messages you Vikram.”
 
She was indirectly asking me if I had a girlfriend. All my girlfriends were married women. They were in no position to get upset. Their fear was actually on how to make sure their husbands don’t see the messages I send them.
 
“There’s no one who would get upset as I don’t have one.”
 
“That’s hard to believe, a man like you not having a girlfriend.”
 
“Believe it or not that’s the truth. Won’t your boyfriend get upset if I messaged you?”
 
“Same situation as you Vikram, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
 
“I told you I had no girlfriend, where did I mention anything about a boyfriend,” I smiled at my own little joke.
 
Smitha laughed too. “Vikram, you are too much. You know what I mean. I was talking about me not having a boyfriend not you.”
 
“What a girl as beautiful as you still not committed? I thought the local guys had more enterprise and were smarter than that.”
 
She smiled at first then her face became serious as she spoke,” I did have one before but we broke up.”
 
“Why did that stupid fellow do that. He should have fallen on your feet if needed and begged you not to leave him.”
 
Smitha from her serious mood happy again as she smiled. “He was a coward. When his parents threatened to disown him and not give him any share in their wealth he broke up with me and married the girl of his parent’s choice.”
 
“Good guy,” I said.
 
She artfully raised an eyebrow and looked at me questioningly,” what do you mean good guy?”
 
“Well, it’s one less rival to worry about?”
 
“What?? Are you hitting on me Mr. Vikram? She said, but the pleased look on her face showed her inner feelings.
 
“If I don’t hit on a girl as beautiful as you then how can I be even called a man. If you want nothing to do with me after this or if it is okay with you is left to you? Even if she didn’t have any interest and stopped talking with me after this was of no matter to me. I have already got the woman I wanted. If Smitha is also interested it would be time to find out how sex with an unmarried woman was. After that for a girl like Smitha who had already broken off with a boyfriend once she would be able to deal with another break up.
 
For her part Smitha smiled and said,” Hmm… let’s see how things go.”
 
We continued to chat for almost half an hour more till one of her friends called out,” Hey, enough talking over there girl, come spend some time with us too.”
 
Smitha cursing her friend under her breath said her goodbyes to me and went to join her friends.
 
She
 
Though anyone seeing me would be thinking I was fully concentrating on my conversation with the group of ladies chatting together I was slyly keeping an eye on Vikram and Smitha.
 
I remembered Vikram’s words. “Your husband is suspicious about us so we must make sure to divert his thoughts. Make him think he is wrong in his suspicions only then we can get together again. So, I’m purposely going to concentrate on Smitha. Let your husband think I am interested only in her. But darling, my whole desire is only for you.”
 
I therefore knew why he was spending so much time with Smitha but yet I couldn’t suppress the feelings of jealousy arise. He also told me exactly what to say to my husband so as to get rid of his suspicions. Within me there was a fear that was slowly growing. I had this itch .. this desire to experience a different kind of sex. Now that desire had been fulfilled. Prolonging this after this was going to be fraught with danger. My inner warning signals were working overtime.
 
“You had engaged in an adulterous affair and have got away with it. Don’t push your luck after this Bavani. Break off anymore contact with him,” it warned me.
 
This was what I had wished for in the beginning too isn’t it. If anything happened between us it should be confined to this one time and to here and now. I should not risk my marriage in having a long adulterous affair with him. All this was before having experienced the joy sex with Vikram gave. Now my body craved for more of that. I have a great battle to fight within myself.

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I hope husband would caught their sexual liaison very soon and story must progress with emotion drama too.
it becomes soon boring like many of Indian threads  where wife fucks her lover or lovers while husband stays within few meter radius distance and this goes for months and husband never found about. it's quite illogical. that difference I found between indian threads and literotica.

However indian threads fall under adultery category while I think that all falls under erotic coupling category.

yes, repeated sex has becoming boring , let husband found out and let bhavani make a choice between husband or vikram

If I were to go this way then this story would finish in two or three updates at most. Is that what most of the readers want? If so I can finish it that way. I know that most of the stories here portrays the husband as a spineless coward meekly accepting his wife's adulterous behavior or clueless fools who are totally unaware being humiliated by their wives. Of course the third category is the husband gladly welcomes becoming a cuckold. How did you come to the conclusion that my story would follow one of the above patterns? 

There would be repeated episodes of coupling between the lover and the wife, that can't be helped as it is the nature of the story. How far into depravity would she go? What nefarious plans would the lover come up with to continue to enjoy the wife? What actions would the husband take? What are the consequences that everyone of them have to face? These all form part of the story that I had already written earlier in Tamil. If this is not what the readers want or if it does not interest them then I will rework the current episode I am writing so that the story can come to a swift conclusion. 

It is left to what the readers really want.

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Author,

Don't finish early.

Eager to read in this English version, how depraved wifey can go to satisfy her lust and the Consequences of those actions on her family

Is it Possible - new Male can be added or how about a Female that has been having her eyes on Wifey for long but never got to enjoy?

I am not finishing this early as most people want to read the full version as I had written earlier. In the future not just one but more female characters will come into the story. There would even be challenges for Vikram too.

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Chapter 10 – Plan to deceive

 
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I know what a tough time I’m going to have in controlling myself henceforth. It reminded me of a saying in Tamil which roughly translates to – This is a cat (pussy) that has got to know the (wonderful) taste – meaning it will always want more of it. It is better that I get away from here and back to my safer and familiar environment of my own home as soon as possible. Every time I see Vikram the delectable night we spent together comes to my mind. If he had not shown me such pleasure existed or if the sex had been nothing extra ordinary I would have been more confident of going back to my old routine. Seeing him reminded me of his every touch, the sweetness of his every kiss the pleasures when our bodies writhed together. I too had under estimated the extent to which he would want me. I thought that a man like him would soon lose interest after having achieved his aim and enjoyed my body. I had expected that after that wonderful night together he would have been happy just having that incident as a pleasurable memory … and so would I. But he seems to want a long relationship which actually gives me the jitters. Another reason for that was I was so weak in resisting him. Even as I was talking to the other ladies the incident of this morning, just less than a couple of hours ago, kept repeating in my mind. There was a changing room allotted to the bride just behind the stage where the wedding ceremony was to take place. Seeing me there alone clearing up after the bride had finished getting ready Vikram had sneaked up there. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall, pressing his body against time. I got very scared as this was playing with fire.
 
“Vikram let me go, people would have seen you coming here ..god please,” I pleaded with him.
 
“No one saw, see there,” he indicated a side entrance that led from the back part of the hall directly to the room behind the stage.
 
“Still, my silk saree will get creased badly, people would notice please Vikram dear .. let me go.”
 
“Hmm, doing it while you’re decked in your silk saree would be good too. Then seeing the mess your saree is in people would guess that you must just have had wonderful sex.”
 
“Idiot, I’ll kill you … let me go you buffalo.”
 
“You look simply gorgeous today … look what you are doing to me,” He said as he suddenly pulled my hand and pushed it into the opening of his Dhoti. All the friends of the bride’s brother wore Dhoti and the same coloured shirt for the wedding as per their planning.
 
I pulled my hand away. This was way too risky. Lust had gone to his head and this would only be trouble. Our relatives are just about fifteen feet away on the stage, anyone could come in here anytime. He tried to kiss me but I moved my head away.
 
“Don’t Vikram, you’ll mess up my lipstick, I won’t be able to explain that away,” I said as I tried to push him off my body. We were talking in whispers because the people were too close by. He was mad, he refused to let me go and pulled my hand back through the front opening of his dhoti. I was surprised to feel that his penis was outside, I didn’t know when he had done this. Even in this precarious situation my fingers instinctively wrapped around that hard, tubular flesh. I have been doing this so much lately I thought to myself. The lack of guilt and the desire to play with his love pole was shameless. My hand was automatically pleasuring him while I was still pleading with him.
 
“Please dear, we’ll see if we get another better time but not now … go Vikram, you’re my sweet darling aren’t you? Please.”
 
“Okay then, at least suck me for a few seconds then I’ll go.”
 
“Are you joking? I don’t want you to even kiss me because you’ll mess my make up … now you want me to give you a blowjob. Idiot, idiot … go.”
 
At that time a voice called out,” Anni (sister in law) where are you? We need you here.” There was sound of footsteps approaching.
 
I panicked and pushed Vikram away from me with all my strength. That was the voice of my husband’s cousin. Relationship wise she would be considered to be his younger sister. Just as she walked behind to where we were Vikram managed to hide his penis back by pushing his dhoti front back in place. There hadn’t been enough time for him to put it back into his boxers. His erection had not subsided yet and his cock was large enough to still cause a slight dent. I was praying she wouldn’t notice it. She was taken aback when she saw Vikram being there. It took a few seconds before she recognised him.
 
“You’re Balu’s friend aren’t you? (Balu was the bride’s brother) What are you doing back here?”
 
I was too panicked to know what to say. I hoped Vikram at least would come up with some excuse. “I was looking for the gents, when I saw the door there (he said pointing to the side entrance) I thought it must be somewhere behind here.” It was not much of an excuse but that was the best he could come up with at that time.
 
“Oh .. it’s not here, you have to go to the back of this building,” She told him.
 
“Thank you,” then turning to me he said,” Sorry Mrs. Mohan, I came through the wrong entrance and intruded.”
 
“I..It’s ok.. okay,” I stammered.
 
After Vikram had walked away she looked at me and asked,” Anni, your saree is crumpled a bit, what happened?”
 
As Vikram had pressed his body against me the front of my saree had creased slightly here and there but nothing so much that I couldn’t explain it away. “You know I was helping to clear things here earlier it must have happened then.” She had noticed this little thing. Luckily I had not allowed Vikram to kiss me. She would definitely noticed even a little bit of smudge in my make up.
 
“Okay Anni, let’s go, they want you on the stage.” Then noticing my hand, she said,” What’s that? There seems to be some oil or something sticking on your fingers.”
 
Shit.. Vikram had been leaking his precum and I didn’t have enough time to clean it. I quickly took my handkerchief and started wiping my fingers and palm before she could really see what it was. Luckily she herself had given me the lead on what to say. “You’re right, I was putting the oil for the lamps earlier wasn’t I, it got stuck on my fingers then.”
 
She looked at me (it looked to me like speculatively) for a few moments then said,” Okay Anni let’s go.” As I followed her my mind was racing. Was she suspicious? Did she notice anything wrong? .. like dent in front of Vikram’s Dhoti? Maybe she didn’t buy the excuse Vikram gave. “All this was his fault, why did he have to come like this?” I cursed him in my mind. It was awhile before I became calm again. She seemed to have forgotten all about what had happened behind and was talking gaily with our other relatives.  
 
Later when we got the chance we were conversing as if casually. I was smiling casually but my words were scolding him. At least he had the grace to be sheepish. Our eyes locked as we spoke. I hope no one noticed the current of lust that passed between us. Outwardly our expression was that of two friends talking and smiling casually but internally there were a torrent of emotions within me. I don’t know how it was for him. Last night I had been starring into his eyes like this. At that time his face was much closer to mine. His face had shown at that time the strain of the effort that his hips were making along with the joy he was feeling. He must have seen the expression of seeming agony on my face but in reality it was the outward expression of the ecstasy I was in. He told me then of the plan he had to assuage the suspicion my husband had and also on what I was to say to my husband.
 
“You look gorgeous as ever but different,” Vikram said.
 
“Different? How?”
 
“You are dressed like a conservative family woman but yet you look so desirable.”
 
He was referring to my dressing today. Gone was the low hips of yesterday night in place was a decently dressed housewife.  Yesterday the intention had been different. He had aroused my desires so much that I had become a seductress. I had dressed to raise the erotic temper in him. The reward for that was fully reaped by me last night when he made me drown in a sea of delight. Today I needn’t be a seductress anymore. He knows the pleasures of my body as I know his.
 
“This is a family wedding function with relatives and close friends, how else did you expect me to dress?”
 
“Well it was the same last evening but you looked so sexy then.” I had no answer to this. I was in a different mood then.
 
“So, I’m not attractive to you now is it? I teased him.
 
“Of course, you are If not I wouldn’t have come looking for you behind there.”
 
“You are too much in a hurry you know that. You nearly got me in trouble.”
 
“How can I help myself Bavani. I see this gorgeous woman and I can’t control myself.”
 
“You had me three times last night, aren’t you satisfied?” I said hoping to hear sweet words from him. Yesterday I wanted a new sexual experience but today I wanted to hear words of endearment otherwise I was nothing but a body for him to use to satisfy his sexual urge.
 
“No chance, my hunger for you will never be satisfied Bavani, you have such a hold on me.”
 
“You know this can’t last Vikram but thanks for not just taking advantage of me and using me.”
 
“For me you are a love goddess. My lips would worship every inch of your body.”
 
“Don’t darling … don’t raise my mood again,” I said even as I felt my nipples expand and push out against my bra.
 
“That’s what I want darling … keep you in this mood as I suck your lips, tits, stomach, thighs and your pussy.”
 
His words were reminding me of the night we wallowed in lust together and I said as much. “Don’t Vikram, it’s reminding me of our night of love.”
 
“It was great wasn’t it. You darling have the most desirable body … the sweetest pussy.”
 
“You too my lover, I’ll never forget that love tool of yours,” I thought to myself but didn’t say out loud.
 
“Don’t turn and look but your husband must have walked in recently, I just noticed him looking at us.” When I heard Vikram say this I had a jolt in my heart.
 
“Luckily he has come late and we got time to be together for a while at least,” Vikram said. He is late for all the important things I thought to myself.
 
“Okay Vikram let’s better not continue talking … I’ll do as you say, Bye lover,” I said as I walked away. As I walked to where a group of our relatives were my husband’s cousin was looking at me. The same girl that caught Vikram when he came behind the stage. Again, a jolt to my heart. This girl may get overly suspicious if I keep meeting and talking with Vikram. I better watch out for her too.
 
The earlier incident behind the stage and our conversation now had reawakened my needs. If an opportunity arises later today and even if there were some risks I know I will do what Vikram wants because That is what I want too.
 
Later when I was talking to my husband I said,” This Vikram is too much. You know I was talking with him earlier?” I said knowing fully well that he had spent his whole time keeping an eye on Vikram and me.
 
“Yeah … what about it?” he asked. I could see he was irritated even hearing Vikram mentioned by name.
 
“That idiot asking me about that girl Smitha’s family. I said I didn’t know and then he has the audacity to find out from other women about her.”
 
My husband still had a doubting look on his face. “Why does he want to know that?”
 
“Apparently he is very interested in her. I was friendly to him because he seemed to show affection to our son. Now he is taking advantage and asking me for help in these types of matters. Is it my job or problem to help him? Young men these days huh ..” I said haughtily, perfectly playing the part Vikram wanted me to.      

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Hi everyone, I am also currently writing the Tamil version of my story 'The Impact of Lust' and I had been busy writing that the past few days. That will probably finish in another two to three updates and I can concentrate and write longer updates on this story. In any case my next update will be on this story and I will be starting on it now.