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For xxx with Bavani?

You have to wait and see. The readers of the Tamil version will know but I don't want to reveal much here now. 

you promised earlier Bavani would again wear low saree showing her navel and some skimpy blouses...waiting for her to show skin to her lover once again...and also waiting for more degradation of Bavani in the world of lust and adultery

That would happen later but here among relatives and in a wedding she has to dress conservatively. This would be a fairly long story so everything will develop over time. 


As I am trying to give a bigger update I am not posting what I had already written till now. I hope to post one by tomorrow night.

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Chapter 10 (continued)

 
Husband
 
She is voluntarily coming to tell me somethings that was meant to ease my suspicions. This itself was suspicious. Is she really telling things as it is? Those few minutes when I saw them talking closely together didn’t seem that way. The impression I got was it was not an interaction between two friends, rather by the way their eyes spoke to each other it was more like a conversation between lovers. Or was this again the result of my overactive imagination? Others were not paying much attention to them so it was only to me it had seemed that way. But then only I knew of Vikram’s intention and my wife too seems to be slowly drawn to him. Therefore, my observation of them would be keen and more critical. Women  getting attracted to a man like Vikram was no great mystery. He was naturally gifted with the looks and body for that. Then again my wife could also be telling the truth. By the way that girl Smitha and Vikram talked jovially to each other indicated there was mutual attraction between the two of them. I even saw them exchange phone numbers. It was so natural that two attractive people of the opposite sex get attracted to each other. That would apply to my wife and Vikram too wouldn’t it? My wife was just as attractive as that Smitha.
 
Some other doubts now arose within me. Bavani said that Vikram wanted her to find out about Smitha’s family but when Vikram himself was able to talk so freely with Smitha why did he need my wife to do that? He himself could have easily asked all those directly from Smitha. It made no sense for him to want Bavani to do that for him. I tried to look at this from all angles before I ask this to Bavani and potentially make a fool of myself if she gives a logical reason. One thing could be that because Bavani had refused to do this for him he decided to talk to Smitha himself. Now another thing came to my mind. I had overheard his friends say that Vikram had met with Smitha the previous night. Apparently they had been talking together for at least a couple of hours. (Or were they doing more than talking I don’t know) Vikram could have easily got to know everything he wanted to. Besides this Vikram didn’t seem to be the diffident type anyway. He would have dealt everything by himself. Having these doubts in my mind I decided that it was time I directly clear it up with my wife.
 
“Bavani could you come here a moment.”
 
“What is it dear?
 
“You were saying that Vikram asked you help to find out details of Smitha’s family didn’t you?”
 
“Yes, that’s right,” Bavani replied.
 
“Look here, see how closely they are talking to each other then why did he need your help, it doesn’t seem reasonable,” I said pointing out to where Vikram and Smitha were happily talking with each other.
 
I looked at her face keenly to see her reaction. I expected to see some tension or confusion or even some stammering from her but there was none of these in her reaction. She very coolly replied,” he didn’t ask me this today, he asked me yesterday.”
 
Bavani looked at Smitha and Vikram talking and I was looking at her face. Did I detect a hint of irritation on her face?
 
“Because I refused he told me that he had talked to her on his own last night. He was bragging to me how he didn’t need my help and that he and Smitha were getting along very well.”
 
“Oh, is that so,” I replied. What she said was logical and answered all my doubts. Yet, my feeling that something was not quite right, refused to go. Not being sure whether to be happy or unhappy is a cruel feeling because you feel helpless by not knowing what your next action should be.
 
I looked at my wife as if I was seeing her for the first time. There was something different about her today. She was always beautiful especially when she was all decked up like this today but there was something else there. There was a glow to her face that I did not notice yesterday. Beautiful face with doe like eyes and sharp elegant nose, luscious wide lips along with a very seductive body. That other men would admire her was natural and okay as long as they limit it to just admiration. I am not like some men who enjoy seeing their wives flirt with other men or sometimes even have sex with other men. I have always been true to my wife and I expect the same from her. I was aware that I had an erection during the time I was dreaming that Vikram and my wife were having sex. That was a reaction that happened when I was not conscious and could have been for any reason. I needed to test myself now to know about my true self. I looked at my wife’s face, her sweet red lips and I looked at Vikram’s smiling face, a young virile handsome man. I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined that last night while I was knocked out sleeping they were tightly embracing each other and engaging in long wet kiss. I didn’t feel any sort of arousal nor did my penis get erect, rather there was only a feeling of disgust in me.
 
I am very aware of my character even from the time of my early age. I was from an upper middle-class family and didn’t lack for comforts of life. Even then I would not share my toys either with my younger sister nor with my elder brother. At the same time, I would not touch what belonged to them. Even when I was in college I would never copy from anyone during exams but at the same time I would never copy from anyone. I always tried as much as possible to be straightforward. This character of mine caused my parents to be nervous. Their concern was that I was so inflexible and unwilling to adjust and this was going to be an issue going forward both in terms of my career and my family life. As far as I was open and honest I saw no reason for me to bend from my principles for others. This was what I was and I was comfortable with myself in that. I know during my college days I was known as dull and boring because of this.
 
He
 
From the time this morning when Bavani had shagged my cock for a few minutes my state of arousal never seemed to alleviate. Why did that relative of hers had to come at that time. I was thinking that if given a bit more time I could have persuaded Bavani to come with me behind somewhere hidden and I could have had hurried sex with her. Let her explain away her crumpled saree. I believed with a little bit of smoothening down with the hands the crumple wouldn’t be obvious. From these two days I felt Bavani was resourceful enough to explain it away. She wouldn’t have had enough time to clean up fully after that hurried sex. It would have given me great thrill to see her walking around in the marriage hall with the remnants of my sperm soaking in her pussy, especially to see her talking with her unsuspecting husband. Now I know that I cannot be satisfied without my cock exploring the tight cunt of my married lover. I must fuck her one more time before I go back to Bengaluru after the wedding, but how? Last night everything worked out fine with only a little bit of planning on my part. Moreover during night time almost everyone was deep asleep, especially after the tiredness of the preparations and function of the evening. But now it was different. It was daytime and everyone were up and about. Even Bavani was not sure if she and her husband would be returning home this late afternoon/ evening or staying another night. During the night time there would be a chance but this time surely Mohan won’t fall for the same trick. He definitely won’t go drinking so that was going to be a challenge. Something will come up I felt confident. I had never been confident that I would be having sex with a sexy married woman but that somehow happened. So, luck was on my side. Something would come up I was sure.
 
Now I was here laughing and talking with Smitha but my thoughts were filled with Bavani and what happened this morning. Those thoughts had caused my cock to become fully erect but unlike this morning it was still restrained by the boxers I was wearing and no dent was visible over my dhoti. When I thought of Bavani holding and caressing my cock I felt small jolts of pleasure within me. I looked at Smitha’s hands. True enough she too had beautiful, long slender fingers. I imagined her holding my rod and caressing it the same way Bavani did but there wasn’t the same feeling of pleasure in that. To be fair to Smitha I had never experienced how it would feel if she had held my cock and shagged me as I had with Bavani. If that had happened then maybe there would be a memory of that pleasure ingrained in my memory. But for now, we, both Bavani and I, were using her as a tool that would enable us to enjoy ourselves together once more. Smitha was very beautiful too but I didn’t have the same desire to have sex with her as I did with Bavani. That didn’t mean that if an opportunity rose to have sexual intercourse with Smitha I would not go for it. But even though I have already enjoyed sex with Bavani my desire for her was undiminished. The sex I had with her had been that enjoyable. As they say forbidden fruit tastes sweeter. An old incident had shaped me that I have become addicted to this type of pleasure.
 
Bavani would have told her husband by now what I had told her to tell him as per our plan. My hope was that he would become a little careless and not watch us like a hawk as before. Opportunity was not going to happen as easily as it did last night and so only if her husband were to be inattentive we may get a chance to fulfil our amorous desires one more time. After the marriage ceremony was over food was being served to relatives and guests who attended the wedding. The ladies or men from the bride or groom’s family didn’t have anything much to do now because the caterer to whom the contract was given took care of everything. Several times I and Bavani would share a secret look, exchange a meaningful smile of course always being careful that we are not observed. I especially was always careful when her husband was around. I would look at her hips on purpose and she would pull her saree to hide it. Or at her breasts and she would playfully admonish me with a stern look. I had seen her fully naked so there was nothing for her to hide from me but these small ‘games’ made us happy. I was so eager to be with her that I even thought of gesturing to her to meet me at upper floor where there were three rooms that could be used for changing clothes, freshening up etc. A quickie would have been fantastic. Sometimes a hurried mating with the fear of discovery would make the sex thrilling and very pleasurable but I decided against it as the risk was too great. Surely someone would notice our absence, especially Mohan. Anyone could come up at anytime and there was no explaining away why the two of us were there in a locked room. Also, there was no back exit either for a quick getaway. My policy was to never take a risk when there was no escape route. Even this morning there was the side entrance through which I could escape. It was just that Mohan’s relative had come too close and if I had rushed out she would have seen the shadow of someone rushing away. This would have caused more suspicion then me staying there and explaining the reason for me to be there.
 
As time went by more and more guests started leaving till at one point only close relatives and friends were left in the hall. I was thinking hard on how to get Bavani alone and have another round of pleasure but nothing came to my mind. It looked like it would be an unfulfilled desire for me. I got help from an unexpected source. The Brides father announced that a group of them have to accompany the bride and groom to the groom’s house which was in the same town. Mohan car was one of the cars that was designated to ferry people there so he had to go too. He didn’t mind that because Bavani was to go with him too. But one of the ladies said that there must be at least three women waiting at the bride’s home to take the ‘aarti’ when the bride and groom return. Bavani was one of the ladies told to stay back. Mohan protested asking why not some other lady stay back instead of Bavani. He even offered that someone else drive his car and he would stay back with Bavani if she was definitely required to stay back.  But to his great disappointment and my equally great happiness he had to go and Bavani was staying back. My friend, the bride’s brother was also one of those who had to go. I stayed out of the way so that Mohan doesn’t see me still waiting at the hall. After he had gone I came out from where I had stayed away from view and walked close by where Bavani was. We smiled at each other, I happily and she shyly.
 
Smitha’s friend and her parents were driving to Chennai directly from the wedding hall and so Smitha had to leave with them. She came to me to say her goodbye. She stood very close to me as she spoke. I could feel Bavani’s eyes on us. As was natural for women I knew she was a little jealous of Smitha more so because of her interest in me. As the car moved away Smitha gestured with her fingers to her ear telling me to call her. I just smiled and nodded in return. Bavani was to go back to the house with some of her husband’s relatives. I quickly left and reached home before them. Bavani, her son and the others reached there a few minutes later. Everyone had got up early, it had been a hectic day and one could see that almost all of them were tired. I was alert and active because of the adrenaline running through my veins in anticipation of having sex with Bavani once more. It would be at least an hour before the people from the groom’s house would return. So, some of the people here went to their rooms to take some rest while some others stretched out in the hall itself. As Bavani’s son had got up early he told her that he wanted to sleep and Bavani led him to her room for him to sleep.
 
I quickly walked up to her and whispered,” as soon as he has slept meet me at the terrace. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
 
As I started climbing up the stairs to the terrace I saw Bavani look at me as she walked to her room. I had decided not to try and have sex with Bavani in her room because it was daytime and anyone may see me entering her room and then not coming out. Also, any of the other ladies may come to the room to call her at any time. If she wasn’t there they would presume she was at the bathroom or elsewhere but if they were to see me and her in the room it could lead to big problems. I was eagerly waiting for her but there was no sign of her coming. Time seemed to move slowly with every minute seeming to be like an hour. Almost twenty minutes had passed and she still hadn’t come. I decided to go down and investigate. Just as I reached the top of the stairs Bavani was taking the last few steps left to reach the terrace. Enormous happiness filled me.
 
She
 
As I patted my son as I put him to sleep I was debating on what to do. My initial intention had been only to sleep with Vikram once to experience something new. I had believed I got easily switch back to my old routine life after that. How wrong I had been. We had sex three times last night and each fornication had been exceptionally pleasurable yet my sexual hunger has not been appeased. In fact, it only seems to have increased now that I had experienced that heavenly rapture. There had been this sexual tension brewing this whole morning. Vikram had added oil to the fire by suddenly coming behind the stage and then making me caress his cock. Though I had protested the feel of that hot hard flesh was so arousing. If no one had come to disturb us I don’t know what I would have allowed myself to be persuaded to do. Now he is asking me to meet him at the terrace. There was no doubt what would happen if I go there. If I go there it would also show him that I wanted the same thing. This opportunity was something that had risen unexpectedly. I expected that my husband would be with me from now on till we left this place and was resigned to the fact that my illicit sexual adventure was over even though Vikram had made me hot from this morning. Should I go or should cut it off once and for all now. This was already beyond what I had planned to go. I cannot become addicted to this forbidden sex but it is oh so tempting. My son had long gone to sleep yet I dawdled. The time was limited and it had already been nearly twenty minutes since Vikram had told me to meet him alone. If I delayed some more it would reach a stage where it would not be possible for me to go even if I wanted to.
 
I peeked into the hall. There were a few people either resting or half asleep. Many had retired to the rooms allotted to them. It looked like the only two people wide awake were me and Vikram. We were so much in the grip of lust that sleep was the last thing we wanted to do.  The urge was too great to resist. I got up and as I was walking towards the door there was a knock from someone. For a moment I thought that Vikram had lost his patience and had come to the room.
 
“Bavani, are you awake,” It was the voice of the bride’s aunt.
 
“Yes, aunty coming,” I said and went and opened the door.
 
She told me,” remember Bavani you, Sarla and Jothi have to take the ‘aarthi’ when the bride and groom come here.”
 
“Okay, have I got to get ready now?” I asked hiding my disappointment.
 
“No, not yet, it will take more than half an hour so you have to be ready then. They will phone me before they leave the groom’s house so you only have to prepare then. I’m going to my room and try and sleep for a short while.” She said showing her irritation of having had to get up very early this morning.
 
I had no such irritation though I probably went to sleep much later than her because I was enjoying wonderful pleasure with Vikram and went to sleep only around three am. This was very good news, she won’t be disturbing me for sometime then. I really didn’t have to sneak out because almost everyone was half asleep. As I was about to reach the top of the stairs Vikram was about to come down. As I reached up he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. I hugged him tightly and rained kisses on his face. I would have surprised even Vikram with my display of passion. He would have expected me to say no, I can’t come … this would be too risky or words to that effect but here I was showing more eagerness than him.  Our open-mouthed kiss was wet, slobbering and filled with lust. My tongue forcibly entered into his mouth as our need for each other evident in the feverishness of the kiss. He was grabbing me tightly as our bodies engaged in the act of love and sex even though we were still fully clothed. Gone were my worries of my saree becoming crumpled, what remain was only pure need for sexual gratification.
 
He would not really know the reason for my display of this aggressive passion. There were a few reasons for that. Even though he had told me the reason for his display of closeness to Smitha it had still made me jealous. Logic told me that this was ridiculous. I had no hold on him and no right to have either. I was not ready to give up my family life for him even though he had drowned me in pleasure I didn’t know existed till now. But there was this natural possessiveness that at least for these two days he was mine and mine alone. From the joy I was going to give him now he should not even have a single thought of her. This was also going to be the last time I have sex with him. After this I would want to go back to being a faithful housewife so, I wanted to treasure this memory of intense sexual joy forever in my mind. For that this mating as to be an unforgettable experience for both of us. He had lit the fire of desire in me this morning and only he could douse it otherwise that would be a regret for me always.
 
“My darling, looks like you are just as much in the mood as I am,” he said in between kisses, his elation evident in his voice.
 
“You are the one who did this to me from the morning and now you’re asking this hmm .. lover,” I said as I gently bit the nape of his neck.
 
We again engaged in another long and deep kiss. His hand was squeezing my breast while my hand was rubbing his groin as our lips ground together. “Come baby, let’s go behind that water tank, no one can see us there,” he said his voice dripping with passion that needed my body now.
 
“No love, Aunty may call for me anytime. I can hear it from here and will say something and manage. Also, we can hear if anyone was coming up the stairs,” I said wiping my wet lips with the back of my hand.
 
Vikram also accepted my reasoning as right. I undid the bottom two hooks of my blouse so that I could lift up the front of my blouse and bra and free my breasts. This way I could put it back on very quickly if needed.
 
“You wanted to drink from these this morning now is your chance … suck darling, suck my tits.”
 
As I fed my ardent lover he hungrily drank from my nipple where no milk came out. “sss …. Yes,like that … aww … slowly dear don’t bite hard … Ohhh …  no marks darling, with the suspicion my husband is having now he would surely look for that.”
 
I pulled my nipple from his mouth. “Why Bavani … was it painful?”
 
“No lover, look after this too,” I said as I fed him my other nipple.
 
While sucking he was caressing my stomach causing my muscles there to shiver there. I reached inside his dhoti searching for my lovely little boy. Vikram while continuing to suck on my nipple he pulled down his underwear and released his love tool. It sprang out eagerly wanting the pleasure from being caressed by my fingers. My fingers started rubbing the length of that sensual flesh. As my hand pulled the sensitive skin up and down I rubbed the exposed reddish bud with my thumb. I held his cock at the head with my forefinger and thumb forming a ring around it. With my rest of the fingers holding his rod lightly I started pulling his skin up and down. From the way his cock was throbbing in my fingers I knew he was having great pleasure. Just as not every man knows how to rub a woman’s clitoris to give her pleasure and bring her to orgasm the way it naturally comes for a woman, similarly not every woman knows how to masturbate a man the same way a man knows how to give himself self-pleasure. Probably Smitha won’t be experienced enough to make Vikram breath hard in pleasure when she strokes his cock the way I’m doing it. Probably another reason why  some young men want to enjoy sex with an experienced married woman. His pleasure giving tool felt so hot and ready in my hand. It was time for me to make it hotter in the guise of cooling it down. His cock was so big and beautiful, just perfect for the act of love and lust.
 
“Why is my sweet boy so hot now … is it because I cheated him and didn’t suck him this morning?” I said still playing with his joy stick. I would always suck my husband’s penis for his pleasure but now I wanted to suck Vikram’s cock for my pleasure.
 
“Yeah, he was so disappointed, you could have at least sucked him for a few seconds,” Vikram said hoarsely.
 
“I was worried about messing up my make-up and refused but now I’ll remedy that my love,” I said as I squatted in front of him.
 
The last three times I had sucked his cock it was always in the dark. First in the darkened storeroom, then behind the kitchen in the late evening and finally in the middle of the night in my room. Now for the first time the hard, rocklike staff that transported me to so much joy was right in front of my face, in the daytime when I could see it clearly. The bulbous head, the shining skin as it was pulled so tight because of his huge erection and the bulging veins running along its length. It was saliva inducingly even more beautiful and arousing up close. A cock worthy to be sucked … to have my soft lips wrapped around it. It was a cock that would make a woman want to taste it.
 
“God it’s so hot and beautiful,” I couldn’t help opening praising his magnificent genital.
 
“Suck darling I have been waiting this whole morning for it. I long for the day when I lie down on the bed and let your mouth pleasure me for so long that your jaws would ache.”
 
“Really, can you last so long?”
 
“If I put my mind to it I can,” he said and I knew it was not some arrogant boast. He was just stating a fact.
 
My husband wouldn’t be able to hold on even if he puts his full mind to controlling himself. I took his cock and pulled his foreskin back fully. He had such a huge erection and blood gushing through his cock was so great that his reddish bud was almost a shade of purple. This baby making tool had become so familiar to me in this last two days. Now was the first time I could clearly examine it. There was a small mole on the underside of his cock. They say that having a mole there was some sort of indication of good fortune for the cock. No wonder it has successfully conquered my pussy but also a few before me I guessed.  I kissed it showing my love for it, licked it showing my taste for it and then sucked it showing my lust for it. The thickness filled my mouth. This would be the last time this would be in my mouth so I wanted this memory etched in my mind. He held my head and gently fucked my mouth as I gobbled that blood engorged shaft. My fingers gripped his thigh. His tensed muscles were so hard that my fingers found it difficult to there. His testes were swaying the way my head was swaying. He if he didn’t shoot his life fluid into my mouth his precum was seeping on to my tongue. Our time was very limited so I didn’t suck for more than two or three minutes. As I got up Vikram squatted. He pulled my saree up while I pulled my panties  down to my ankle. As his face reached my pussy I covered his head and upper body by my saree.
 
“Open wider Bavani and bring your pussy to my face,” came his muffled voice.
 
I opened wider and flexed my knees. I know he had tasted many pussies before this but after today no other pussy should have tasted as good as this for him. I felt his tongue snake inside my pussy. He held on to my buttocks as he licked me. He slurped in my juices as he licked me. I moved my hips back and forth as I rubbed my pussy on his lips. I would not have shown my desire by rubbing like this with my husband. He may have thought that I was a lewd woman with low morals. But I needn’t show any such restrain with an adulterous lover. My arousal was sufficiently heightened that I moved away and made him stand up. I needed him inside me now. He opened the front of his Dhoti and sat on the top of the stairs. His long thick shaft was pointing upwards waiting for me. I sat on his hips as his hard rod slid inside of me. I rode this bucking stallion which was snorting as it fucked me. My swaying tits were tempting his sexual hunger some more. He rubbed his face on my tits as I continued to ride my handsome lover. We both knew we didn’t have much time so we concentrated on quickly reaching our orgasms. We locked lips as we strove towards the peak of pleasure.
 
“I’m going to come baby … aahh.. aahh… don’t hold back come with me,” I told Vikram.
 
He wasn’t near yet I think because he suddenly started pushing his hips up fast wanting to come with me. I needed to egg him on. “Fuck me hard darling … you do it like Mohan never could … oohhh”
 
“Faster baby .. faster .. I’ll never forget the sex with you darling Ohh Baby,” I moaned. I was going to come anytime now and I was hoping he would too.
 
That’s when I heard the voice,” Bavani … where are you?” It was the aunt. Oh no I needed to go but I was too near my peak to stop now.
 
“Faster baby faster,” I whispered as I rode him faster. “Bavani !!!” the voice called out again.
 
“Fuck bastard … Cum, “ I said as I kissed him fiercely.
 
“Oh my god yess…,” I started bucking as I came and I felt Vikram shoot at the same time. I couldn’t even wait for him to finish completely as I got up quickly. He continued to spew out a bit more on to his own thighs. I used Vikram’s underwear to quickly clean up, pulled up my panties, put back my bra and blouse, smoothened my saree as much as possible and ran downstairs.
 
“Oh, there you are Bavani, quick get ready they’ll be here in ten minutes,” the aunt said.
 
Good that will give me time to properly clean up before they come.

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Chapter 10 was supposed to finished with my this update but since it took too long I posted what I had already written. Now I am posting the final section of that chapter.

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Chapter 10 – continuation , final part of this chapter.

 
Husband
 
Every minute that I had to be waiting in the groom’s house was like standing barefooted on hot coal. Everyone was gaily having an animated conversation on this happy occasion, that is happy occasion for everyone except me. The worst thing was I had to also maintain the pretence that all was well with me too. But every minute I was there I was tortured by the thought that I had left my wife at the mercy of Vikram. (I did like to think that my wife would have also wanted this). I suffered in silence as there was no way I could hurry the people here to go back to the bride’s house. One thing that gave me a bit of peace was that Bavani would be busy with the other women in getting ready to welcome the bride and groom back. Surely with so many people there, that too now being day time, nothing can happen there I consoled myself by giving myself a bit of courage and hope. Finally, after what seemed to be many hours but was in fact slightly less than an hour, everyone was getting ready to leave. Before anyone else I was the first to walk to my car. ‘What Mohan, what’s the hurry’ asked the bride’s father. How could he know about my anxiety? There was a rogue there determined to seduce my beautiful wife. Given this opportunity what all could he be doing with my wife I thought with trepidation. When we reached the house Bavani and two other ladies took the ‘aarti’ for the bride and groom before they entered the house. Everyone was happily laughing and talking including my wife. I noticed that the front part of Bavani’s saree was crumpled a bit, it seemed like she had tried to smoothen it by her hands. Why was it like that? My suspicions were raised once more … I have become a person who started suspecting everything. I quietly walked to where my wife was.
 
Making sure nobody else overheard I softly said,” Bavani, why is your saree wrinkled like this?”
 
There seemed to be some stress on her face. She looked at her saree as if seeing its condition for the first time. I don’t know why but I had the feeling that she was doing this to buy time as she thought of what to say.
 
“It is isn’t it … hmm why?” She had a puzzled look on her face. Then her face cleared as if she found the reason. “Oh yes, Avinash was very sleepy so I had to carry him to the room. He is already four so it was not easy. I laid down with him hugging him till he slept. Probably that why.”
 
She seemed to have a reasonable answer to everything. She seemed to be too clever. As soon as these thoughts came I scolded myself. Bavani could actually be telling the truth. I have become this jealous, suspicious husband that people usually ridiculed. In the initial stages of my marriage I was a bit fearful because of the beauty I had married. I knew naturally men would be attracted to her. Many would want to seduce her but Bavani had never given me cause to worry all this time, that is till now. For the first time she had been friendly to someone who was trying to seduce her. This is it I can’t be on tenterhooks anymore not knowing for sure if something was going on between Vikram and my wife.  My original plan was to stay one more night here but now I decided that I wanted to leave today itself. I believed .. or wanted to believe that nothing had happened between them yet though my wife may be slowly falling a victim to his wiles. A lot of the relatives and guests would be leaving today. There would be less people around and therefore less chance of being found out and more opportunities to meet alone. So, before something really happens between them I have to leave this place. Let me not let this be a test of Bavani’s resolve or her morals. I didn’t want to acknowledge that my thoughts were all as if my wife had really fallen for Vikram’s charms and she was just looking for an opportune time to sleep with him. These thoughts were degrading not only for my wife but also for me. I should feel ashamed for thinking like this but I was not in the mind to worry or care about it now.
 
The parents of the bride tried their best to persuade me to stay another night but I refused. Today was going to be the first night for the bride and groom, I didn’t want it to be the first night for Vikram and Bavani. I lied that some important office matter just came up and I had no other option but to leave early.  I quickly changed into normal clothes of T- Shirt and pants from my kurta and dhoti I wore for the wedding. Bavani insisted she needed to take a bath first before leaving. Again, my suspicion of why she needed to do that but it could just be that with the wedding and subsequent events she was just sweaty and needed to freshen up. She dressed up in a simple churidar and was soon ready to leave. Even now with a minimal of make up she looked gorgeous. That beauty was all mine and I needed to protect it. After we had said our goodbyes and had got into my car that scoundrel Vikram still had the audacity to come up to my car window to speak to me.
 
“I’m disappointed sir, I thought you would stay one more night and I could freely have a long chat with you,” he said with that smile of his that bordered on arrogance.
 
I know exactly why you don’t want me to go I said to myself. But to him I said,” sorry Vikram, I just got a call, something that only I needed to look at had suddenly cropped up, so I have to go.”
 
In my mind I said the only vital thing that had cropped up was to safeguard my wife from your wicked clutches.
 
“Bye Avinash … madam,” he said looking at them. For a moment his eyes locked on to Bavani’s eyes.
 
It was just a fleeting second but there seemed to be a spark .. a secret that was exchanged between them or so it seemed to me.  What could be the reason?” I tortured myself once more. I drove back home with confusion and contradictions once more dominating in my mind. Soon my son and my wife were asleep in the car. I looked at my wife’s lovely face. It looked so peaceful and there were no signs of guilt there.
 
“Bavani were you prepared to cheat on me? Or had you already betrayed me?” I thought to myself. Was this action of mine too late? As they say have I shut the stable door after the horse has bolted? What I was afraid of was that I’ll never be sure of this and would be always left wondering. My wife and son were sleeping but my mind was in too much of a turmoil to feel sleepy. When I reached home it was already dark, the way my heart was at this moment.

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waiting for the next chapter, awesome writing.

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superb writing skill

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superb update as usual , Thanks.

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Now the real story starts... Very eager to know what happens next.. please post next update soon...

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Awesome update.

Bhavani is behaving like a perfect slut. She has no guilt and sleeping peacefully as if nothing happened. She is a perfect partner for Vikram. They both are made for each other. While Bhavani does not care about others (her husband) when it comes to her pleasure, Vikram goes one step further and takes pleasure in others pain. They both high libido as well. They will make a perfect couple I think. They can show heaven and hell to each other. Let see how it goes.

Poor husband, he is exactly in situation which Vikram wanted. Neither he knows full truth nor he can ask Bhavani. He is going to suffer big time.

One thing I always like in your story you balance everything at the end. So hopefully husband find his peace at the end.

Bavani is thinking this is going to be one big sex adventure and a one off thing. Her inner wants have been given free rein, can she now pull it back? The end will show what awaits everyone for their actions. 

Hi game40it 

She - she just tasted the forbidden fruit and enjoyed the taste of it fully. Now she not even feel guilty for the illicit affire. She is a slut.

Husband - he fooled by his wife and betrayed, lied, manipulated, cheated. Let's see how strong and brave he is. 

He - he got what he wants and how he wants it. He seems to enjoy others suffering and pain more than sex.


Thank you for the update. 

Vikram wants to feel superior for that he has to flaunt to the husband that he had seduced and slept with his wife but he cannot to that primarily because of the consequence for the wife. So, the next best think is to create this doubt in the mind of the husband.

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Chapter 11 – Vikram’s flashback

 
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I had to thank my lucky stars that I had decided to attend this wedding of my friend’s sister. I was in two minds but my friends persuaded me to attend. It was so fortunate that I allowed myself to be persuaded. If I had not come I would not have seen that beautiful and sexy housewife Bavani. In my life I had seen and/or met several very attractive women but I had never before felt this irresistible attraction for a woman that I had felt for with Bavani. Why .. I couldn’t explain. Looking at her did something for me that I had not felt before. They say that once in a while an instant strong connection happens between total strangers (between a man and a woman) that is unexplainable. This was one of those instances. Apparently Bavani had the same type of feelings too. This compelling reaction within me was what caused me to make an effort to seduce her. Though I didn’t have much faith in being able to do it, I was so besotted with her that I knew that I have to at least try. That Bavani too was vulnerable to seduction and she too felt an attraction towards me was a wonderfully pleasant surprise. That we would consummate the feelings we had for each other in the space of not even two complete days was totally unexpected but we were both glad we did because it was so euphoric.
 
You cannot always blame the woman alone when she strays from her marital vows. Her husband too has an unwitting role in it and this had been utilised by men like me for ages. Bavani was not the first woman to give in to her desires and she won’t be the last either. The truth of this was first taught to me by my love guru who was the one to take my virginity. She was the prime reason for my feelings towards women. She was the one who created the path I chose to go she shaped my own desires and attitude for women. Now I started recalling how my sex life first started. This happened many years ago but those times are still fresh in my mind till today. On that fateful day classes in college were stopped due to some strike for what I don’t remember now. I was not one to join in the protest so I decided I’ll get back home. The distance between my college and my home was about four to five kilometres. Usually I would take the bus to college but walk back home in the evening. So, even though it was early afternoon then I decided to walk back. It was again fate that made me do it that day. The first one and a half kilometres or so from my college to my home was on a road with trees on both sides of the roan and houses on either side. So even in that afternoon because of the shade provided by the trees it was quite pleasant to walk by. It was getting close to twelve in the afternoon and most of the houses had their front doors and gates closed probably mostly empty with the people gone to work or some old folks left at home. Traffic on the road too was very minimal with that being the back lane to the main road and it being a residential area. I was walking on the right ride of the road with the traffic coming towards me and I decided to cross the road to the other side. There was a lone car coming in my direction on the opposite side. It was still around fifty meters away so I decided to briskly cross the road before it reached me. That car soon passed me and out a habit I glanced into the car and got a fleeting glimpse of someone looking at me as the car passed.
 
The surprising thing was the car rapidly slowed down and stopped about twenty-five meters away. I didn’t think much of it at first. Probably someone going to one of the houses there I thought. As I was getting near the car the door on the passenger side suddenly opened and remained open without anyone getting out. That made me look through the rear windshield into the car. There was only the driver in the car and that too it was a woman. Also, it looked like she was looking at me through her rear-view mirror. The first thing that occurred to me was could this possibly be someone who I knew or who knows me. Maybe she wanted to give me a lift because of that. As I reached the car I hesitantly looked inside. There was an aunty sitting there who I had never seen before in my life.
 
She smiled at me and said,” get in.” I still hesitated not knowing if I should or not. As if wanting to make up my mind for me she repeated,” come on, get in,” in a insistent tone.
 
That was when I made a very important and very correct decision in my life that is I got into the car. Overcoming my hesitancy and I must admit slight fear I got in and closed the door. She smiled again and I could see she was pleased. The car started moving from that place. Getting into a stranger’s car was a bit risky but she was a woman all alone inside the car and I was a strapping young male so what could possibly happen. In spite of me reassuring myself like that my heart was racing. Overcoming my trepidation, I took time to observe her. She looked like someone who was around twenty-nine or thirty years old (later I came to know that she was thirty-three). I was only twenty years old then and for me she was an aunty. She was a modern aunty with her hair cut shoulder length and left loose with only a hairband over her holding her hair in place. I couldn’t see her eyes as she had sunglasses on but she was one who took care of herself by the way she had her eyebrows shaped and make up on. There was a strong smell of perfume on her. At that time, I was no judge of women’s perfume but seeing on how nice the smell was I presumed it must be an expensive one. She casually dressed in white t-shirt and blue denims. The brand on them indicated they were expensive too. The whole set up of her indicated she was a high society woman. My eyes automatically went to her next prominent feature. Her breasts were on the larger side. I only then noticed the slight amused smile on her lips. She must have noted me appraising her but I couldn’t see that as she had her dark glasses on. Embarrassed at being found out I quickly averted my eyes and looked straight ahead. In those few seconds I had noted that she was a woman who was not overly attractive but had fairly okay looks. She had put on make-up that enhanced her looks and made her look more attractive. Was it possible she was a call girl? But I immediately rejected that thought. Call girls don’t go picking up men from the roadside and that too in their own expensive car. Moreover, a college student was not going to be a viable customer for them.
 
  Now she spoke again for the first time after I had got into her car. “Did you like what you saw?”
 
I hung my head, embarrassed that I am being made fun of. “Don’t be afraid, look at me as much as you want. I won’t be upset with you for that,” she said with a laugh.
 
I felt so shy that I still refused to look at her. “Why this nervousness? Come on relax,” she said as she put her hand on my thigh and comfortingly caressed me there. I was so tense then that a woman rubbing my thighs for the first time in my life didn’t cause any reaction in my manhood.
 
“What’s your name?” She asked me.
 
“Vikram,” in my agitated state I told my real name and it didn’t even occur for me to lie.
 
“Hi Vikram, I’m Sandhya, are you in college?”
 
“Yes,” my answers were monosyllabic.  I was too nervous to say more.
 
“In college hmm … you’re here … are you cutting classes?”
 
“No, there is a strike going on.”
 
“Ahh finally, a whole sentence in reply instead of just one word. Why? Do I scare you? Am I so horrible to look at?”
 
I finally screwed up courage to say,” No, nothing like that. You are beautiful.”
 
“Ha .. ha .. ha .. why the nervousness then? I’m not going to eat you up.”
 
Now I became a little calmer as I too shyly smiled. My heartbeat was slowly getting back to normal. Now I once more turned to look at her. I didn’t know where she was going, she didn’t ask me where I wanted to go. She continued to just drive.
 
“Have you had your lunch? I shook my head to indicate I had not. “Come, we’ll have lunch together, I don’t like having lunch alone.”
 
She didn’t wait for my response, soon the car was parked in front of a ‘star’ hotel. “Leave your books in the car and come with me.”
 
We sat in the restaurant of that hotel. Being afternoon in this type of hotel, only four tables were occupied by customers. The waiter came and gave each of us a menu book. I just sat there without opening it. This was the first time I was sitting in such an expensive hotel and I was not feeling comfortable.
 
“Do you want to order for yourself or shall I order for the both of us?” She asked me.
 
“Please, you order for me,” I said. I wouldn’t even have known what to order.
 
After she made the order and the waiter had gone away Sandhya looked at me once more and smiled. She had her sunglasses stylishly over her head above her forehead. I could see her eyes for the first time. She had beautiful eyes, maybe her best feature. She looked over me up and down as if seeing me for the first time.
 
“You look pretty tall Vikram, what is your height?”
 
“I’m six feet.” I was actually five feet eleven and a half inches but telling that would be difficult so I just added another half inch to my height and said six feet.
 
“That tall huh, looking at your body, you surely must be a sportsman, am I right?”
 
“Yes, I play both football and hockey for my college.”
 
“For sportsman everything must be strong isn’t it hmm … are you strong Vikram?”
 
Not knowing what to say to this I remained silent in embarrassment. “We’ll see how strong you are this day,” she murmured under her breath to herself.
 
Hearing this it confirmed what I had been suspecting all along. My penis also slowly started getting strong. The food we had ordered came. As we were eating I felt her feet brush against mine. First I thought this was an accident but when her toes started rubbing my toes I knew she was doing it on purpose and testing my reaction. Now there was no doubt left on why she had picked me up. How else would I react? I had a high sex drive but no means to satisfy that except through masturbation. I hadn’t even kissed a girl in my life yet, but now an attractive aunty was attempting to seduce me. Excitement was rapidly growing within me. After we had finished our lunch, about an hour later I was in her posh apartment for the first time. My eyes were looking around the tastefully furbished apartment.
 
Seeing that she said,” the servant goes back around twelve noon and my son only comes home after four thirty.”
 
My eyes spied the family photo hanging on the wall. “Your husband..?”
 
“Don’t know if that man will be back after nine thirty or ten thirty … everyday after work he has to go drinking with his friends and come back home drunk,” She muttered with vexation.
 
“Aunty, he looks very smart.”
 
“Yeah .. yeah .. smart … what’s the use if packaging is very good but the stuff inside is useless.” Then looking at me she said,” here too the packing is good, will you too disappoint me like him or make me happy.”
 
What can I possibly say to this? I myself am a novice at sex. How can I assure her of anything? As she walked up to me my heart started beating rapidly again. She put both her hands on my shoulders and asked,” do you want me Vikram?”
 
With the nervousness I was in words got stuck in my throat. She pulled me to her and hugged me closely. Her large, soft breasts were squeezed against my hard chest. Her lips pressed against my lips as she kissed me. My lips remained closed as she kissed.
 
Sandhya stopped kissing me and asked,” Vikram have you ever kissed a girl before?”
 
I felt awkward that till this age I hadn’t even done it. Seeing me shamefaced she smiled in delight as she asked,” Does that mean you are still a virgin?”
 
Being unable to answer her I hung down my head in shame but her face bright with a joyous smile. “My god, my very first virgin. Even my husband wasn’t one at the time of our marriage.” She held my face and rained kisses on my forehead, cheeks and lips. “My dear boy, I’m going to make you very happy.”
 
Sandhya was the one who showed me how to kiss. “My sweet boy … keep your lips open slightly … not so much … yes, yes like that.” She tilted my head slightly while tilting her in the opposite direction. Her lips caught my lower lips as she rubbed her lips against it half sucking it. Understanding what I had to do I did the same to her upper lip. For the first time I learnt what an opened mouth kiss was. Slowly I felt her tongue enter into my mouth. This was the first French kiss of my life. The kiss lasted around three minutes. In that time, I got to know not only the taste of a woman’s lips but also of her saliva. When our lips finally parted they were both wet. A bit of her lipstick smear was stuck around my lips. Sandhya rubbed it clean with her finger and then rubbed the tip of her finger on my lips. She then slowly pushed her finger into my mouth.
 
“Suck my finger darling … yes like that.” I sucked her finger like she told me to. I didn’t know much so I decided I will do whatever she tells me to do.
 
Now her middle finger also entered my mouth to join her forefinger. As I sucked them both she looked at it with lust filled eyes. “Shall I suck you now?” She asked me.
 
Hearing this I jerked a little. What is this goddess of lust going to suck? Did she mean my cock? It had been fully erect from the time I was kissing her and was bursting to come out from my pants. But she took my first two fingers in her mouth and sucked it the way I had done for her. Seeing my fingers grabbed by her soft heart shaped lips was so erotic for me. I have seen how the scenes where the male actor’s cock is sucked by the female actress in blue films. At that time, I had longed for a time when a girl would suck my cock like that. Here this aunty that I had just met was promising me that delight by demonstrating her sucking skills by sucking on my fingers. But she continued to suck on my fingers. When will those red lips be sucking my cock I though yearningly? As if in answer to my thoughts her fingers grabbed my cock over the zip pf my pants and squeezed and caressed it.
 
Now I’ve had the experience of several women having played with my cock in their hand, the latest being Bavani but at that time it was a new experience for me. That was the first time in my life a woman was holding my cock and even though there were clothes between her fingers and my rod it felt so wonderful to me at that time. Words wouldn’t be enough to describe how I felt at that time. It also seemed that Sandhya was making an assessment on the size of my manhood. My cock was throbbing and pushing against the clothes and against her hand. She must have liked it very much as I guessed by the way she caressed and squeezed my rod. Sandhya was looking at my face as she did that. Seeing my facial expression as I gasped in pleasure her lips widened in a smile with my fingers still inside my mouth. All this was very new to me. In my imagination, sex was something where the man and woman kisses, he sucks her breasts and she sometimes will suck his cock. After that he puts his cock into her vagina and fucks till he comes. In the blue movies the women also seem to come always so it was not a very difficult thing. But here Sandhya was doing somethings differently and we had not even really started.
 
“Vikram this was your first experience of kissing a woman on her lips , how was it?”
 
“It was super aunty.”
 
“Vikram, I’m going to be your lover so you can call me baby, darling, honey or even just Sandhya but not aunty okay?”
 
“Okay aunty,” I replied.
 
She looked at me with mock exasperation trying to hide the smile that threatened to break out. Realising my error I quickly corrected myself,” Yes Sandhya.”
 
“Hmm that’s better,” she said as she gave a peck on my lips.
 
We started kissing again and this time I knew what to do. I even boldly pushed my tongue into her mouth but surprisingly she broke off the kiss in less than a minute. I became anxious that maybe I was doing something wrong.
 
“Vikram, don’t you like my body?”
 
“Why are you asking that aunty? I like it very much.” When Sandhya suddenly asked this I out of anxiety unconsciously reverted to calling her aunty instead of Sandhya as she wanted.
 
“Then why are you not touching my body when we kiss?’
 
“Sorry Aunty I …”
 
“That’s another thing you’re calling me Aunty again , it’s Sandhya.”
 
“Sorry, I don’t know anything … I don’t know what to do,” I said innocently.
 
She looked at me with a certain fondness. She took my hand and pulled it inside her t-shirt and placed my hand on her bare hip. She had sweated a bit and the flesh felt cool. The heat from my hand actually warmed up her flesh.
 
“Now caress me wherever you like, feel whatever you want to feel. You like my breasts don’t you, then play with them the way you like.”
 
She took my other hand and placed it on her soft rounded buttocks. “You like this too don’t you, squeeze press .. do what you want. Your hands shouldn’t stay still.”
 
After saying this she put both her arms around my neck, went on her tip toe and pulled my head down to kiss me passionately. Like a parrot taught to repeat what has been taught I let my hands roam all over her body. I rubbed small circles on her navel, I liked the soft flesh of her stomach. I squeezed her breasts which was still in the confines of her bra cups. She had a fold of extra flesh on her hips that I pressed and caressed. Her fleshy bottom was too large for me to hold though I massaged them as much as I could. All the while Sandhya rubbed her breasts and her vagina against my body as we kissed. I must have done good, or so I thought because after about ten minutes of this she held me by my hand as we walked hand in hand to her bedroom.
 
Inside the bedroom she told me,” Undress me Vikram, women like that. Only one condition, you have to kiss every part that you expose.”
 
This was the most delightful task anyone could have ever given me. As I attempted to pull her t-shirt off she raised both her hands to assist me. I didn’t know what to do with the T-Shirt in my hands. Seeing my confusion, she said,” just throw it on the ground. This is time for amorous passion not niceties.”
 
I did as she said. I was reaching to unhook her bra when she stopped me. “What did I tell you? You have to kiss every part you expose.”
 
I stood for a moment a little confused on what to do. Then decided I’ll just kiss her all over till he tells me to stop. I kissed her shoulders, the flesh there was very smooth. I kissed the top of her breasts (the parts that were not covered by her bra cups). I kissed her stomach her hips and then instinctively did another thing. I started licking the places I kissed. Sandhya moaned her appreciation for my initiative.
 
“Enough Vikram, now take off my bra.” Seeing my struggle, after all this was the first time I was doing it, she turned and showed her broad back to me.
 
The bra was pulled so tightly across her body that I had a bit of difficulty undoing the hooks. She held the bra cups in her hands, preventing them from falling down. “Bring your hands in from and hold my tits,” she said. As I put mu arms around her to hold her large breasts she shrugged off the bra and threw it on the floor.
 
I had not seen her breasts yet but I was holding and massaging them. She leaned her head back placing it on my shoulders as she enjoyed my massage. “Good Vikram, press them, play with my nipples. They are yours now.”
 
I couldn’t wait when she would turn around because I knew what I was expected to do. Kiss the part that I had exposed. Finally, she did turn back and let me have a look at her breasts. There was a bit od sag in them but for me at that time those were the most attractive tits in the world. I kept staring at them wide eyed. The first pair of breasts I’m seeing up close.
 
“Hmm Vikram, you know what to do.”
 
I did indeed. I lifted her breasts in my palms and kissed the nipples one after the other. She shivered slightly when I licked her. I was doing things that came naturally not knowing if that was right.
 
“Suck it Vikram, become a child again, drink from my breast.”
 
Sucking was something that need not be taught. I suckled on her breast as she ran her fingers through my hair. Sandhya had, what I later learned to be, puffy nipples. That is the areola and nipples are together puffed out and it meant I took not only her nipple but part of the surrounding flesh into my mouth as I sucked. This was different from Bavani who had protruding nipples. Each was good to suck in its own way.
 
After a while she took my face in her hands and said,” Vikram, you suck good. Now take my pants off.” She had skin tight denims on that accentuated the shape of her thighs. It was with a bit of difficulty that I peeled it off. She had lacy panties on that showed a darker triangular shade in front. I was to later learn that the darker shade was due to her pubic hair. As I was about to squat to kiss her exposed thighs she stopped me. “Not now Vikram, let me undress you first.”
 
My shirt came easily off my body. She ran her fingers appreciatively over my body. “My, my, you really have a strong body Vikram,” she said as she gently scbangd my skin with her long fingernails. When they ran over my nipples they stood up erect. I realised there was pleasure in my nipples too when they were teased. She undid my pants and let it fall to the ground. She looked at the large bump in my underwear straining to get out.
 
“What do we have here, let me see,” she said but she didn’t pull down my underwear but rather caressed and massaged my cock over my inner garment. I was impatient for the first touch of a women’s fingers on my private part.
 
When she finally pulled my underwear down my cock sprang out fully erect and drooling in front. The drooling was natural as I was very aroused and excited because of my very first encounter with a woman.
 
“Oh my god … what have we here … so big .. so strong..”
 
She held my hot flesh in her fingers as she gently squeezed my cock. This very first woman’s touch on my cock was like heaven to me. Just her fingers holding it was giving me pleasure.
 
“Wow Vikram, how big is this?”
 
“I don’t know,” I replied.
 
“What a boy you are … I thought the first thing every male did was to measure how big they are?” she teased me. “Okay, we’ll remedy that, just wait a bit.” She left me with my erect cock pointing out at a hundred and twenty degrees upward angle. She went and rummaged through a cupboard there before coming back with a tape. She was going to measure the size of my tool and I was eager to know it too. She squatted in front of me and started shaking my cock for a while. Later I came to know she wanted to make sure my erection was at it’s maximum.
 
“It’s seven point four inches and …. five point five inches thick .. wow. Even looking at it I knew it was very thick but this much .. simply super.”
 
As she continued to shake my cock she looked up at my face. Seeing the disappointment there she asked in puzzlement,” what happened dear, why this look?”
 
“No, nothing,” I replied but she could easily read the expression on my face.
 
“Don’t lie Vikram, something is bothering you. Out with it.”
 
I hesitantly said,” they say big means eight or nine inches but I’m not so big.” I didn’t hide my disappointment now.
 
Sandhya started laughing. “What are you going to do with something so big?’
 
I didn’t say anything but remained silent. If I had said the bigger the cock the more the woman would enjoy she may have laughed at me more.
 
Seeing me remain silent she asked me,” tell me Vikram what do you think the average penis size is for the white man?”
 
My only knowledge of it was what I had seen in blue films. I didn’t want to say anything and make a more fool of myself. “No, I don’t know?”
 
“Never mind make a guess.”
 
Finally, I said,” about eight inches?’
 
“Where did you get that notion?”
 
“From Blue films,” I truthfully replied.
 
“Ha .. ha .. ha .. no darling, they did a research survey in the US. The average size was only five point six inches, not much different from Indians”
 
This was unbelievable for me. I had always had a different thought. “God promise my dear boy, men usually exaggerate. There is a five percent who have very large penis and five percent who have very small. The rest fall into the average. You are on the larger side. What’s the use of having something bigger than that?”
 
I was feeling happy inside but was still a little doubtful. “Why do you say that, I’ve read in sex stories that the bigger the men are the more the woman enjoys.”
 
She really laughed out loud now. “That’s just that , only stories. A woman’s vagina is only around three and a half inches deep and even when we get very excited it doesn’t expand to more than seven inches. Most pleasure spots for women are in the front part of the vulva. So, don’t worry my sweet boy. Average size is more than enough. Actually, thicker cock gives better pleasure than longer.”
 
Hearing a woman like this say ‘cock’ was erotic to me. I was fortunate that my first lover and sex guru was so good that I got to mature into my sex life without unnecessary hang ups.
 
“Vikram, do you know how many pleasure spots we women haven in our pussy?”
 
I didn’t want to seem like a total dunce so I tried to recall what I had heard about. “Hmm.. the clitoris?”
 
“Good boy, yes .. but there is more, the G spot, the U spot, the A spot, I’ll show you all my handsome young lover.”
 
So many places? I’ve not heard of any of this. One thing though, I now knew I had an impressive manhood and that made me very happy. “Sandhya, I’m scared. I don’t know what to do and I’m afraid you won’t be happy,” I blurted out my fear.
 
(That is no issue my boy, I’m going to enjoy teaching you all about sex. You are going to be my toy boy,” I thought to myself).
 
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you everything Vikram. Just remember one thing, you must not be selfish and you must want to make the woman enjoy the sex, then everything else will happen.”
 
That was the most important lesson she taught me. Make sure you make every effort to see that the woman enjoys the sex. That was what helped me with all the women I had seduced.
 
“You want to make me happy don’t you Vikram,” She said smiling at me.
 
I just smiled back indicating that was what I wanted too.
 
“Enough of talk my dear let’s go to bed now.” Sandhya removed her panties and she led me to her luxurious bed.
 
When we both lay on the bed that was the first time I was seeing a fully naked woman because she had removed even the panties that she had worn. She was a buxom woman but for me at that time she was the sexiest woman in the world. Her pubic mound appeared slightly raised and was covered with fine pubic hair. She pulled me to her and we started kissing. Remembering, the lesson I had learned before my hands mauled her body as we kissed. Kissing a naked woman and rolling on the bed for the very first time is something no male will ever forget.
 
( I’ve got to do everything for him first. Make him enjoy and have his orgasm. Being his first time, he will be overly excited and probably finish very fast. The second time around he will be more patient. I can show him how to please me then.)
 
She made me lie down on my back and said,” You just lie there and enjoy baby, I’ll show you pleasure you couldn’t have imagined.”
 
I lay there in eager excitement for my mature lover to transport me to a new world of sexual pleasure. Seeing me drooling my pre-cum she smiled and said,” Am I making you so excited my darling?”
 
She pulled my foreskin back till my full reddish bud was exposed. She then slowly and methodically started running her fingers up and down my shaft. She would gently scbang my sensitive cock skin with her beautifully manicured long painted fingernails. I would squirm in uncontrollable pleasure as I saw that most erotic and arousing sight. That very first experience was what that ingrained in my brain the thought to associate intense sexual pleasure with a woman having beautiful long fingers and painted fingernails. So much so it became a fetish for me. As she stroked me I continued to squirm and moan in pleasure. I had held my cock so many times when I masturbated but the pleasure now when the delicate fingers of a woman holding and stroking my cock was way beyond the pleasure I had then. There was simply no comparison between the two.
 
Sandhya now bent down and started licking my cock. The first time the pink tongue of a woman teasing my cock. She licked from the top till the very bottom to where my balls were. I had to thank my lucky stars that there had been a strike today otherwise I would never have got a wonderful chance like this. She licked my cock fully cleaning and tasting my precum but because she was also stroking my cock in between more of my fluid flowed out from my tip. She was driving me crazy by just doing only this. I yearned for the moment she would take my cock in her mouth. All the times I had seen blue films where the women would perform a blowjob I would imagine how wonderful it must be but today I was going to find out but Sandhya was taking her time and I was too scared to ask her to do it. As if reading my thoughts, she finally opened her mouth wide and took the head of my cock into her mouth.  

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Chapter 11 would be fully dedicated to Vikram's flashback. It would be in three parts. It will be needed to show how Vikram's character was shaped and the lessons he learnt. After that Sandhya won't be a part of this story except maybe as a reference in passing. 

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Don't think any one was interested about the background story of Vikram , This updates and possibly the next one has broken the flow of the story

yeah, my suggestion would be to focus on bhavani n vikram's affair n its impact on the husband than on the characters backstories...

I agree.. this is just unnecessary diversion from the good going story.. plz focus on bhavani.. Vikram and husband without any background..

100% agree
We all know by now, Vikram has a great tool and uses it to give at most pleasure. His background not adding much.

This is a rewriting of my story from Tamil so I was following more or less the original plot. I felt a little background of Vikram was necessary. From how he is now, originally he was just like any other young man with same likes, dislikes etc. Contrary to his image now initially he too floundered in sex as any inexperienced young man would. It was to show that he was not all shallow in character and his behaviour was shaped by these events. It will be important to validate how he behaves at the climax of this story.  If many feel this detracts from the main plot I could shorten this portion but would still have to write about some of the events that had happened.

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Wonderful...

very good

Waiting for the next update..

Let the author write with actual plot....
He is amazing writer and surely vikram past must have some impacet on the future of the story....
So let us all wait and watch....

Thank you. I felt I needed to do some character development of Vikram and hence this sub plot.

good update dear author. Thanks

Thank you all. I had been writing the update for my Tamil story and so could not write any thing on this story or respond to the comments. The Tamil story would have two or at most three more episodes and I can fully concentrate on writing this story afterwards. I had started on my next update of this story just yesterday. It would take another two days to complete or maybe if time permits a little earlier.

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Chapter 11 – continued

 
My first experience of a blowjob was mind blowing. I couldn’t even have imagined how the pleasure was going to be like. My fantasy, my dreams were all coming true. I had always imagined my first sex experience was going to be with a girl around my age but this … sex with an older woman was something I had not even fantasied about. She sucked me for what seemed a long time but I was hoping she would never stop. Finally, when she took her mouth off my piece of meat it was drenched with her saliva.
 
“You are not lying to me are you? You are still a virgin?” She asked me suspiciously.
 
I got a disturbed when she asked me like that, I was so unsettled that I reverted to calling her aunty.  “Why do you ask aunty? I swear all this is new to me.”
 
She could see that I was not lying. “It’s just that an unexperienced young man would have finished by now but you seem to hold on without any problem.”
 
I smiled shyly trying to avoid looking into her eyes. How can I tell her the reason for my, this professed prowess? “No aunty it’s because I… ,” I stopped as I couldn’t find the words to tell her why.
 
“Go on, tell me.. why did you stop.”
 
“No aunty .. it’s nothing,” I was too embarrassed to tell her the reason.
 
“You are hiding something Vikram, I know it. What ever it is you can tell me. I won’t think badly of it.”
 
I was hesitant because I had to admit to something that was shameful for me to admit at that age. As she expectantly looked at my face as she stroked my cock I decided to open up.  “It’s that I masturbate almost everyday sometimes even two times a day. “
 
“Why be shy about this? This is nothing, all boys your age do it.”
(You have so much of desire for sex is it, good I’ll use that)
 
“It’s just I stop when I feel like finishing and then continue so to last long.”
 
She laughed and said,” Well if you please me you don’t have to resort to that anymore.”
 
“Now you explore my body,” She told me.
 
Like a small boy who had been given his favourite toy I caressed her body all over. I touched her where she told me to, kissed her where she wanted me to and on my own licked her body because I was so hot for her at that time. She moaned appreciating my efforts.
 
“Now Vikram, do what I did for you,” Sandhya said as she lay on her back with her thighs opened wide for me. I was going to taste a woman’s cunt for the first time. It was something I had dreamt about from the time I became interested in sex. I was slightly apprehensive whether a woman’s vagina would smell and that I may be put off by it. But her pussy was clean and the smell coming from it arousing. I did what I had thought licking a cunt meant, I literally pushed out my tongue and licked there like licking an ice cream.
 
“No darling boy, it’s not just that, suck there, suck my inner lips but gently … mmm like that … now put your fingers in lie you are fucking me .. no, no, … not like that … a little up hmm yes like that..”
 
I didn’t know then that there was much more to cunnilingus then just licking. That first time I didn’t do it very well but well enough for her to get some pleasure. Over the course of many months she let her body be my learning aid as I slowly learnt how to please a woman in this way. On that day though I made up for my lack of skill by my enthusiasm. Finally, the time for the thing I was waiting for arrived. She pulled me up and lovingly kissed me.
 
“Now Vikram dear, I want you … I want your virginity .. Are you ready? She said as she ran her fingers through my hair.
 
I was more than ready,” Yes,” was all I could croak. I eagerly got in between her open legs. This much I knew what to do but floundered when I tried to put my cock into her pussy hole. This would have confirmed to her that I was a novice in this and still a virgin.
 
She came to my rescue. She lodged the tip of my prick at the entrance to her treasure hole and said,” now push it in but slowly .. you are big.”
 
As I slowly pushed down she pulled me to her. My full cock slid into her moist opening which tightly gripped my pole and just like that I was no more a virgin.
 
“Wow I feel like you are poking into my stomach Vikram sss…”
 
This felt so wonderful for me and I immediately started moving fast and aggressively.
 
“Wait .. wait …Vikram, stop,” she held me tight not letting me move. I stopped everything I was doing and looked at her face. I was scared I did something wrong.
 
“Sorry … did I do anything wrong?”
 
“Vikram do you have to go somewhere quickly?”
 
She asked me this so seriously that I answered her. “No .. why are you asking?”
 
“Then why your hurry? Don’t hurt the woman, make her enjoy.”
 
My over enthusiasm was because this was my first time but Sandhya guided me, slowing me down, encouraging me when to move faster even when I feel like I’m getting near making me stop moving my hips but making the arousal not subside by continuing to caress each other and exchange kisses before continuing to move. Not only that day but over the course of our relationship she taught me the ways to give pleasure to a woman.
 
Whatever said and done that first time I came before she did. Not knowing that and having experienced superb pleasure I enthusiastically asked her,” how was it for you Aunty? You enjoyed?”
 
She just smiled in response. Even at that time I could understand that she hadn’t reached her orgasm. I felt down and inadequate at that time. “Sorry aunty, you didn’t like it .. I couldn’t stop from finishing.”
 
Seeing my long face, she smiled kindly at me. “Who said I didn’t enjoy? Not reaching orgasm doesn’t mean a woman didn’t enjoy the sex. Don’t worry too much my dear boy.”
 
My disappointment was still evident on my face. She cuddled me lovingly and for me at that age I was ready to go again within five minutes. This time I was very happy when Sandhya suddenly grabbed my body hard as if wanting to crush me and moaned loudly. I realised she was having her orgasm. After that I felt a looseness in the grip of her pussy on my cock. I was so happy that I pumped hard and shot my load into her. That was the start of our intimate illicit relationship. In the next three years I had sex with Sandhya much more than her husband would have. She shaped me in things that became erotic for me. She would talk with her husband on the phone while having sex with me. For me at that time it made the sex very enjoyable. This was what I wanted to do later with the women I had sex with, what I want to do with Bavani too. Especially wives engaging in double meaning talk as I fuck their wives. After seeing a video of a man and woman having sex in a car I had asked her if we could do it. One night she asked me to come out when everyone was sleeping. She took me in her car to a remote place where we parked and letting the car engine run and the air conditioner on we got completely naked and had a wonderful romp in the car. The next day she said she had a big task in trying to clean the car seat as my sperm had leaked on to the seat. I don’t know if I would be able to fuck Bavani in Mohan’s car but I certainly planned to fuck Bavani in my car. She wanted to buy me expensive clothes and gifts but I refused because I won’t be able to explain that away to my parents. Instead she would take me to expensive hotels where she would book a room for us to enjoy ourselves and appease the hunger in our body before we would have food at the same hotel and appease the hunger of our stomachs. During that period my appetite for sex was completely taken care by her so much so I had no interest in any other women. Every type of sex I wanted she gave me. Showed me where to touch and caress a woman to give her pleasure. In short she made me the lover I became.
 
We had become so close during that time and it could be said that I was even a little in love with her. That day when she first picked me up, she had done it on an impulse. It was a spur of the moment thing. What had driven her to do this was her growing frustration with her husband who had been completely neglecting her. It had hurt her more because their marriage was a love marriage that they fought for against the wishes of their parents. Now after a few years of marriage they had completely grown apart. So, her husband was the reason for her to get close to me and paradoxically he was the reason for them to get close again and for her to break off her affair with me. Because of his heavy drinking habit, he had a stroke at the young age thirty-nine. That was when he became dependant on her. The love she used to have for him and which had been driven away deep into her came forth when she saw the helpless state he was in. He needed her even for simple tasks and she felt good to be needed again by her husband. They re-found the reason they fell in love the first time. The relationship of marriage was not dependant on sex alone though it played an important role. An important part is interdependence between the couple. Over time he recovered to a large extent physically mentally he was deeply affected. He came to know the value of his wife again and he started showing his love for her once more. She started reciprocating.
 
“Pity him Vikram, he needs me now,” she told me. As we had become close whenever she called me by name along with Vikram  she would add darling , baby, dear boy etc but now it was just Vikram and I noticed that difference. “He really needs me now and I need to fully put my attention on taking care of him.”
 
Before her husband could have taken care of her sexual needs but for him drinking with friends gave him greater pleasure. She decided she would seek it elsewhere. Now he was not capable of engaging in sex (at least not yet) but she didn’t need that sex anymore, his display of love for her was more important to for her. That was when I came to know that the feeling of love was stronger than the need for sex. I also came to know that it was almost important to understand a woman. I got a new found respect for her and I did not want to cause any trouble in her life by insisting on continuing to have sex with her.
 
“Forgive me Vikram, at an impressionable age I used you for my own needs,” she said with regret and sadness in her voice. “I’m worried that I have led you down a wrong path and you will have wrong impression of women in general, only one thing I will tell you, keep in mind that not all women behave like me.”
 
Soon she left the city and moved on to her husband’s hometown. While she was here I had all the sexual pleasure I needed but now I started missing sex a lot. Though by now I was quite good in matters relating to sex I did not know anything on how to go about seducing a woman. Sandhya was the one who picked me up and seduced me but I didn’t know the first thing on how to get a woman. My first efforts in this were complete disasters. I’ve had women who gave me dirty (angry) looks, I’ve been scolded a few times when women realised what my intentions were. It was because after my experience with Sandhya I was drawn only towards married women. It was deeply imbedded in my mind that only they are very good in bed so I never made any approach to any girl my age though I was aware that there were some who had shown interest. There was one bad incident where I was beaten up by the woman’s husband and her brothers. That’s when I became withdrawn and very cautious. Over time I started learning on how to read the signals given out by women who are interested. Some were obvious ones when her eyes flutter when you are talking to her, or she crosses her legs while sitting and her knees point to you. Another thing was eye contact. She would look deep into your eyes when conversing that is what Bavani did. The other not so obvious ones were tossing or stroking her hair, caressing objects in her hand both of this Bavani did after she realised I was drooling after her. She stroked her hair in place where her braided hair was already in place and she unconsciously caressed the cups she was supposed to be cleaning. All these signals Bavani gave off gave me hope. So, after Sandhya I finally succeeded in seducing a woman after many efforts that led to failure. The truth was very few women were ready to stray in their marriage though maybe the number of women who were interested maybe more. I also learnt that though some women gave out signals they were interested they did not have the guts to go through with their desire. The first woman I had sex with after Sandhya reconfirmed in my mind that the best women to engage in sex with were married women who cheated. That woman who was cheating for the first time was very fearful and cautious fearing getting caught more than anything but once in the act of adulterous love itself she would display her full passion and be a very consummate lover.
 
She
 
Everything that had happened was just only like a dream. Did I behave in such a way I thought to myself not being able to believe how I could have been that bold. Now in the familiar surroundings of my own home the enormity of what I had done truly hit me. I had lost the most precious thing a woman has to a man who I had only just met on that day. I couldn’t believe I was capable of behaving in this manner. Truly I didn’t know about my own self … what I was capable of. How could I have faltered so easily? Was I such a cheap woman? That too I slept with a man younger than me, granted he was only two years younger than me. Was I so ready to succumb to a man’s seduction? I must have had some aching need in me that even I was not conscious of. All these thoughts came one after another to me but I still couldn’t get clarity on my state of being.  In that different atmosphere in the wedding I had a new type of excitement, a thrill that I was being courted by a handsome young man. I took it as a compliment and let myself bask in that pleasant feeling. I didn’t think it would lead to anything so I thought it would cause no harm. Events moved more rapidly than I anticipated and events and emotions overwhelmed me. After that the immense pleasure that I had experienced with Vikram, the intense ecstasy of the orgasms that I experienced kept me in an unsettled state and easily be manipulated by my young lover who had been adept at creating the situations where he and I could experience the thrilling joy of illicit sex. At that time, I forgot everything. I forgot that I was married. I forgot that I was a loyal wife. I forgot that I was the mother of a child. All that mattered was the deliciously sinful sex. Now back in the familiar surroundings of my home reality has come crashing down on me. The enormity of my betrayal and the accompanying sense of guilt started weighing down on me. What had happened at the wedding was surreal, this was reality.
 
The next day after my husband and son had gone to work and college respectively I took an unusually very long bath. As if I was trying to wash away the sin from my body with the water. I even found it difficult to go into the pooja room. How am I to face the deities after what I had done. Wouldn’t the images of the deities scold me that I was a slut? I was in a very pensive mood. I sat on the sofa, lost within my own thoughts. 
 
“Okay what are you going to do now Bavani?” I asked myself. “Knowing Vikram, he will somehow get your details and contact you, what will you do then?” “You have engaged in this sinful deed once (not exactly once .. a number of times but all within a short frame of time) or you going to continue to betray the trust of your husband?” “Is the pleasure of the body more important than anything else in life?” “Pity your husband, what you did was unfair to him … how are you going to make up for it for him?” The image of my husband’s face and Vikram’s face were fighting for dominance in my mind. Who was more important? .. the husband or the lover?
 
As if on cue I got the message alert tone. I dreaded to look at who it was from because in my mind I knew it could only be from one person. But there was no avoiding it. I had to look at it.
 
As I suspected the message was indeed from Vikram. “Hi darling , how are you … miss you so much.”
 
Seeing it caused a flutter in my heart but I forced restrain on myself. I had dodged a bullet then by not getting caught. If something like that had happened I would have probably hung myself in shame. What about my husband? If I had been caught in a compromising position with Vikram by any of our relatives what a scandal it would have been. How would my husband have been able to bear the humiliation? He would have to have faced deriding comments behind his back and maybe sometimes to his face itself. What if he took his own life because of this? What would have happened to my son? He would have been the brunt of everyone’s ridicule while growing. The legitimacy of his birth would have been subject to question. Lust at that time had made me do things unthinkingly but now I am facing cold reality. This is threading dangerous waters. I should give Vikram no encouragement. Yes, the sex had been unimaginably wonderful but that has to be the past from now on. I can’t jeopardize the well being of my marriage and family for the selfish reason of satisfying my base sexual needs. I chose to ignore it, chose not to respond to him in any way though my mind and my body reminded me of the pleasures that awaited me if I was only ready to relent a little in my resolve. (But I didn’t think of blocking his number, maybe deep inside I still wanted to be pursued) I needed time to get rid of this desire for him.
 
He kept messaging me a few times and when I still didn’t respond he started calling me on the phone. I knew that the call from the unknown number was from him. Several times my fingers itched to answer him. I fooled myself by saying to myself that I only wanted to attend the phone to tell him not to disturb me anymore. That was true too, he was disturbing my peace of mind and my resolve by the reminder of the heavenly joy I experienced with him. Luckily I was in the comforting surroundings of my own home and my resolve stood firm though it wobbled now and then. To stop myself from thinking of Vikram I would gaze upon the photo of my husband on the wall. But this caused another reaction within me. Seeing his kind face made the guilt I felt stronger. I had cheated him I had given to another man that which should be only his to enjoy. I made a resolution that I would make up for what I did by giving my husband pleasures he didn’t have from me before. In that way at least my guilt would lessen a bit. That evening when my husband returned from work there was a little reserve in his communication with me. The closeness we had before our trip for the wedding was now gone. This wasn’t anything to be surprised about. I was aware that my husband had his suspicions of the relationship between Vikram and me. He was especially suspicious of Vikram who did not try to hide from him that he was besotted with me. That someone as virile and handsome as Vikram wanted me so much was very pleasing for me at that time. I own sense of self worth and ego was boosted so much. But now I’m paying the price for it. A slight rift had formed between my husband and I. It would now be up to me to repair it. I knew my husband didn’t know that I and Vikram already had sex. He had his doubts but he was not sure. I knew this because if he had known there would have been cataclysmic crisis at home now. He is not the type to simply turn a blind eye to something like that. I know my husband and I know his tolerance level.
 
One thing was deep down he would want to believe that nothing had happened yet. That was the only thing that would allow him to continue to be with me now. I have to reinforce that belief within him. I had to earn back his complete trust. I should see to it that my little tryst with Vikram doesn’t harm the harmony of my family life. In a moment of weakness, I had let my desires take over but now that has to be firmly put in the past. That was because Vikram can only be a part of my past, there was no future with him. That night I myself sought to have sex with my husband but he didn’t seem to want to.
 
“Sorry Bavani, after the long trip back yesterday and the heavy work load in office of today I am a little tired.”
 
This was the first time he was rejecting me for sex. It showed the hurt he must be feeling. My heart welled with sympathy for him. I had … my behaviour had caused this. He had turned and sleeping showing his back to me. My remorse, pity and sympathy were disturbing me very much. I longed  to hold him in my embrace and cuddle him hoping to wash the hurt away but he had shown his rejection of me by turning and showing his back to me. My emotions at that time were too strong just to simply let matters be as that.
 
I placed my hand on his shoulder and gently massaged him. “My poor dear, you’re so tired … rest darling, I’m always there for you.”
 
Maybe he didn’t want me to touch him at that time but he couldn’t just have pushed my hand away. He would have to explain himself then. The problem simmering inside would have to come out in the open. He was not ready for it and neither was I. Anyway, if he had confronted me I would have denied everything and would have also shown that I was upset with him for doubting me. He let me massage him. I was gentle and soothing in my massage. Slowly my massages turned to caresses. A woman can be very seductive when she wants to and there was nothing wrong in me wanting to seduce my own husband. I wanted to do it because he had suffered so much mentally for two days. Time for him to forget everything and lose himself in the pleasure I was going to give him. After a while he turned to face me. He looked deeply into my eyes. I was hoping he would only see the love I had for him in my eyes. (what transpired between Vikram and me was lust not love). We made love then. After two days of fornicating with a stranger I was now making love with my husband. He kissed me much longer than what we were usually used to when we had sex. I held him to my chest as he fondled and drank from my breasts. I caressed his face, kissed his head and cooed to him as suckled on my breasts. I kissed him all over his chest before teasing his nipples with my tongue and lips. I made him writhe and moan in pleasure as I wanted all his sufferings to be a thing of his past. For the first time he didn’t have to ask me, I myself took his penis in my mouth and very lovingly sucked it. I made sure I didn’t bring him quickly to the brink stopping and kissing around his groin before starting again. Finally, when he entered me I gave my body with as much passion as I could muster. My husband moved with a speed and strength he had not shown before. As my husband was moving in me I tried everything I could I in not wanting to think of Vikram at that moment. My concentration was so great in avoiding thinking of Vikram that I couldn’t immerse myself in the sex with my husband. When my husband had his orgasm I too moaned and hugged him tight pretending I too had an orgasm. Today it was important that my husband had a lot of pleasure. I was not upset or disappointed that I did not reach my climax. I kissed my husband lovingly after we had finished. I lay with my head on his chest as I tried to doze off.
 
“Please god, at least now give me the strength to resist all temptations and be true to my husband,” I prayed silently.   

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Excellent update this time. The husband should try to spy on his wife, I  think Bhavani will continue her affair again .

There can be two possibilities now -

1. Bhavani continues her affair and her husband spies and finds out her wife cheating and then divorces her. (he does not seem like a person who will forgive her wife )

2. Bhavani keeps ignoring Vikram and his calls and then Vikram to spite Bhavani sends a photograph/video to her husband.

Out of the two possibilities , the first one is more probable

Bavani has dared do what she shouldn't have. Now completely changing back to the Bavani of old is nigh impossible but there won't be any blackmail involved.

The movement she starts praying to some god hoping to save her from cheating - it shows she has lost control of her own body/mind

Surely, situations can only go opposite to her so-called prayers now.

Hope Vikram-Bavani is not an free fuck fest and there are challenges for Vikram re-entry and eventually enjoying Bavani's Body

Quite true, after going so far prayers are not going to help.

Write in your Own way but no blackmailing pls

There won't be. 

Awesome

Thank you

Great update, please continue...

Thank you and will do.

Super excellent update

Thank you very much.

Fantastic story

Thanks

You sir, are an amazing writer. All updates are simply superb! I just thought the background regarding Vikram could be avoided.. but that's your call as an author.. I can only imagine what the original in Tamil must be like!

Thank you. I just wanted to flesh out Vikram's character a bit more as he forms a major part of the story.

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Chapter 12  - Vikram’s suffering

 
Husband
 
Finally, I was back in my home. I felt relief, a bit more confidence and peace here. This was my place. Everything here was under my control. But what about my wife??? Is she still under my control or is that a thing of the past? Even though I am back home now it doesn’t mean I should let down my guard. It is still very pertinent that I observe her actions, see if there are changes in her behaviour. The changes can even be subtle but I must not miss it. Is she still my old loyal wife or is she now Vikram’s adulterous lover? Without knowing a definitive answer for this I could never be at peace with myself. I cannot just ignore what could have possibly happened by just hoping that she hadn’t strayed and try and live happily with her. That is not my nature. I cannot pretend everything is well and live my life by not wanting to rock the boat. There was this nagging doubt in my mind that something had happened. There were some changes in her that I had noted. There were times where she had avoided eye contact with me and I felt a certain uncomfortableness in her as she spoke to me. Also, she had been more silent with me than usual as if there were things weighing in her mind. Was this guilt, or was she trying to understand her feelings or was it a simple fact that after three days of hectic events she was just tired and was not wanting to talk much? If it was guilt then my question was to what extent had she gone for that guilt? Was she feeling guilty because she had felt an attraction for another man and she felt disloyal even thinking of another man perhaps thinking of engaging with him sexually? Worse still was she feeling guilty because she slept with another man? I had to know. The first I can forgive, the second?? I really couldn’t say now what I would do in that case. In any case I couldn’t just blame her for conversing normally I too was partly to blame. With all these doubts in my mind I too could not engage in a normal conversation with her. I felt like I could burst out in anger any time. There were so many questions, so many doubts, so many suspicions all causing me to be in a very disturbed state of mind. It fully made me realise that for the honour and peace of mind of a man the part played by his life partner is so crucial.
 
The next day I tried my best to immerse myself in my work. That would help me to push aside the events of the past two days albeit temporarily. Even then during whatever breaks I had my thoughts kept harking back to the events that happened at the wedding. Why did I have to go drinking? Did anything happen between Bavani and Vikram at that time? Why was that fresh glow on Bavani’s face the next day? Was it just the happiness of the wedding celebration or something else? I came back in a morose mood but did not want to reveal that to Bavani so I tried to act as normal as possible. But my state of mind being what it was it was so difficult for me. Bavani approached me for sex that night. This itself was something new. It was usually I who did that. But I didn’t feel like touching her. That body could have been sullied by Vikram’s body tightly pressed against it. I just couldn’t get myself to touch that body now. But she kept caressing and massaging my body. I wanted to push her hand away but that would have meant confronting her with my suspicions and doing that now without concrete proof would not solve anything. She could just deny everything and I would have no way of proofing otherwise. My wife’s soft hands caressing me was soothing too for my hurt mind. Then a thought struck me that made me a little happy. Maybe she was in need of sex now because her desires may have been provoked by Vikram but she did not engage in any wrongful activity with him. Her guilt was because she had been aroused by Vikram’s efforts to seduce her but having controlled herself then she needed sexual relief now and who else can she turn to except her husband. It would be wrong to reject her now when she must have controlled her desires with difficulty. By rejecting her now this would be like me pushing her into Vikram’s arms. I turned around and took her in my arms.
 
We kissed passionately, more passionately than we had done for a very long time. Her ardent kisses made me think that perhaps my train of thoughts were right. Vikram may have evoked her desires but she sought only me to satisfy them not him. She sucked on my lips .. she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We kissed a long time before she made me suckle on her breasts. She hugged me to her chest like she would our child. Her moans and caresses couldn’t be of a woman who had done something wrong. I was determined to meet her needs. I fingered her vagina as I sucked on her breasts and I was happy to note how wet she became. She held my penis and stroked it lovingly as she sucked on my nipple. She had never so actively participated in sex with me. Was this desire because of Vikram’s actions. These fingers could not have possibly have held Vikram’s cock could it? If she had done that then Vikram’s arrogance would have been insufferable. Already when he felt that my wife was slowly succumbing to his seduction he would have that sneering look on his face as he loked at me. So, even if she had not fully had sex with him but had stumbled in her resolve where she had gone to some extent with him such as kissing him or stroking his cock …. or even taking his cock in her mouth he would have enjoyed the humiliation he was causing me and thereby the pleasure would have doubled for him. Had my wife gone up to that extent? The agony for me was I didn’t know anything for sure. She also for the first time sucked on my cock without me having to beg her. She did that with so much of love. Was this because of the guilt of having done this for Vikram? No, it cannot be … it shouldn’t be. I took my time when I had sex with Bavani. I took longer than I normally would when I made love to her. The determination and drive were strong in me. I should banish all thoughts of Vikram from her mind. The sex between us has to be good and I have to renew the closeness of our bond.
 
“Faster dear … so good darling … that’s so great ssss… ohh baby .. Mohannn….ooohhh…” If she had not mentioned my name I thought her moaning could very well be while thinking of Vikram.
 
I started moving very fast with a great deal of vigour. I didn’t know where I got such energy. My wife kissed me passionately while moving her hips to meet mine. The grip of her vagina walls was so tight on my penis. I had seen Vikram’s cock, if my wife’s pussy grip was so tight for me how much more it would be for a man with an equipment like Vikram. I should never allow that to happen (hopefully it hasn’t happened yet). I couldn’t even imagine Bavani and my wife being in the same position as I and Bavani were now. That is Vikram on top of my wife fucking her while she had her arms and legs around his body. That image only caused agony to me not any type of arousal. To get rid of that image in my mind I fucked Bavani even harder than before as if venting my anger on her pussy. Yet her response to this was only to moan louder. My thinking was that Vikram had succeeded in making her want him but she had resisted because she didn’t want to or was afraid to cheat on me. Now she needed sex with me now to satisfy the lust he had ignited in her. With my never before displayed forceful fuck she should not be imagining that this was Vikram who was banging her. Her moans should not be because of that.
 
“She is mine, she belongs only to me, that shouldn’t be,” I thought angrily to myself as my hips moved with increased speed.
 
Yes, she was mine. She had never hugged me with so much of desire before. This new found display of passion was definitely because of what had happened at the wedding. This was her inner battle against whatever desires that Vikram had ignited in her and I was determined that it was only going to be me who was going to take care of that. I was so happy when she gripped me hard and moaned loudly at the same time I was having my climax. Her loving kisses and she sleeping with her head on my chest showed how satisfied she had been. She needed me at this time and I needed to be there for her. I accepted that Vikram was more attractive when compared to me. I also knew for a fact his private part was very impressive. That my wife or for that matter any woman who is pursued by such a man would flounder in her resolve. That was what made me have my doubts on her and even now the doubts have not completely gone away but I felt a bit better now than when I had an hour ago. Nevertheless, I am still going to be cautious. I was the senior manager in charge of accounts for my company I didn’t want another man to be accounting for my wife’s sexual pleasure.  
 
I looked at my wife as she lay with her head on my chest. Her hair was dishevelled a bit. She had the tiredness on her face of having engaged in a vigorous sexual intercourse. Yet looking at her now, her shapely leg dbangd over my thighs. Her large breasts pressed against my stomach causing the flesh to bulge out and be partly visible and the thin sheen of sweat over her body. She looked so beautiful, so desirable. No wonder that Vikram had eyes only for her at the wedding. I could understand not just him but any man getting attracted to my wife. But there is a limit to the admiration. No other man except Vikram had tried to seduce her. Vikram should never see her like the way I am seeing Bavani now, that is lying naked with her head on my chest after engaging in sex. That privilege should only be reserved for me. I am going to do everything I can to see that Vikram does not succeed in his nefarious intentions. I can see that Bavani is struggling to control her emotions and not fall for Vikram’s seduction. I have to be her strength in helping her from stumbling. I have to be watchful from now onwards and thwart every effort made by Vikram. Though I was determined to do this I till now had no idea of how to go about it. One thing, I have to be observant of any changes in Bavani. No matter how she tries she wouldn’t be able to cover her emotional state completely. I lovingly stroked Bavani’s hair as we relaxed and I didn’t know when I finally dosed off.
 
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I didn’t expect this in the least. I didn’t for one moment think that Bavani would stop all communications with me after she goes back home. When we had sex Bavani was so involved with me not just physically but emotionally and had enjoyed sexual pleasure that she never had before. More so she had even admitted as much to me. That being so this sudden change in her was unexpected. Her reactions as her body convulsed in pleasure showed that I had succeeded in showing her heaven that her husband had failed to. I still remember her words to me.
 
“It was like a pleasurable current shock passing through my body my love. I’m a married woman and that too older than you but you have given me a lesson in sex, that such sexual pleasure exists my dear darling.”
 
“When there is a beautiful woman with a voluptuous body like you I get inspired that any lesson that both of us enjoy is possible,” I had replied.
 
We had cuddled and cooed like this after sex. The marks caused by her teeth and fingernails was a testament to the immense pleasure that had caroused through her body as my hard cock was exploring the depths of her pussy. That is the badge of honour for a man showing his virility and manliness in taking a woman to heights of sexual pleasure. I had wrongly calculated that she would be yearning for this pleasure again and again. She obviously had a higher moral value in her than I had thought. As she had succumbed to me in a matter of hours I had made a wrong assumption about her. Obviously she had been in a particularly vulnerable state of mind at that time. The reasons I can’t know or say but somehow everything had fallen in my favour then but now back in her own home her core values were coming to the fore. The reason I had succeeded there could be manifold.  Maybe at that time she and her husband may not have made love for sometime and my obvious interest in her may have triggered her own desires. She may have liked the way I approached her and made her feel young and wanted again. She may only have wanted to enjoy the feeling of being wooed but my sudden sexual ‘assault’ on her may have pushed her to another point. She may have thought that at the maximum I would only try to sweet talk her and make her succumb to me and in that case she would easily be able to handle me. Me being physical was something she wasn’t prepared for and it must have triggered long suppressed desires. Thank god I had been brave enough to be decisive otherwise I would not have had that wonderful night of bliss with wife cheating for the first time in her life. These were all just conjecture but I don’t think I was far wrong. There is no man born yet who knows for certain the workings of a woman’s mind and the reasons for what she does.
 
Now from her action now (or lack of it) it looks like I would have to seduce her all over again. This time around I had some advantages that would help me and one big disadvantage. I can talk about sex directly wit her. I need not hide the fact that my intention was to have sex with her. She has already lost her chastity to me so there is nothing to preserve. Having cheated once, cheating again is not a major step. She now knows how delightful and pleasurable adulterous sex is. Having had such close sexual intimacy it would be easier to rekindle that closeness. These were all my advantages. The major disadvantage I could think of was that she may have had a curiosity or a desire to experience sex with someone else or experience how forbidden sexual pleasure was. Having tasted that forbidden fruit she may have decided that that was enough. She may not want to jeopardize her marriage or family life by continuing on this risky path. There won’t be the need to experience or find out driving her desire anymore. She may have genuinely decided that this was her one and only bold sexual adventure and this is it .. no more after that. In that case I would have to work hard and get her tempted again. For that her husband must again get set in his routine life of giving more importance to work and career. Sex with him would have to be just so-so,  or better still unsatisfactory. She should be reminded how sex with me was in stark contrast considerably better. The pleasure she gets from her husband must pale in comparison to her memory of the pleasure she enjoyed with me. I was aware that her feeling of guilt would be strong now as she was back in her familiar surroundings but over time this feeling too would erode slowly. I have the time and I have the patience. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have bothered if it was just some woman I had been able to seduce. I would have had my desire to have sex with her and I wouldn’t have bothered if it needed a great more effort to sleep with her again. But Bavani was not just any ordinary woman, she had that rare combination of beauty and sultriness and added to that she fucked like a dream. I want more and I’m determined to have it. I had so many plans on enjoying sex with her so, that voluptuous body will be mine again.
 
I was not in a position to take absence of leave from work and go and see Bavani. The situation at work was such. I already had taken off to attend the wedding (I’m glad I did as otherwise I wouldn’t have seen Bavani) and now I can’t get off for some time. Weekends were out because her husband would also be home at that time. That was why I had intended to keep Bavani’s sexual fever going through my phone calls and messages but how to do that if she doesn’t reply to either. One thing though, even though she doesn’t respond to my messages I was sure she would be reading them. I would have to use that for my advantage.  It was not that if not for Bavani there was no one else to take care of my sexual needs. I had one person in the apartment next to mine. Her name was Girja. She was a woman who at age of thirty-five was in her sexual peak. She needed sex three to four times a week, her husband needed it one to two times a month. Someone was needed to fill in the gap. She had a eleven year old son Thanu, who was generally busy playing with his friends and would ignore me and a six year old daughter Pallavi who was very fond of me. She would always be chatting with me saying … uncle this .. uncle that .. as young children were wont to do. I would regularly buy for her chocolate bars but my personal chocolate bar was reserved for her mother. Girja had a very nice body but her face was just okay. The reason for her body being as such was because of her height of five feet eight inches that was tall for Indian women. Her husband Rahil was of the same height but when they stand side by side she would appear taller, probably because her husband was on the heavy side. Opportunities with her were quite easy as her husband’s work entailed him being out of town regularly. In those days I would be her husband. So, the point was I was not lacking for a sex partner.
 
It has now been three days and yet no communication from Bavani. I had been calling her a few times everyday but she wouldn’t pick up. One thing, I made sure to call her only during the day time when her husband would be at work. I didn’t want to disturb her or be a nuisance by calling her in the evening or night. She may get frightened that she would get into trouble with her husband. It would be all the more motivation for her to avoid me completely. Since I knew she would read the messages I send though she wouldn’t reply I tried to be at my persuasive and erotic best in my messages. I would tell her how much I missed her, how I can never forget that memorable night together. I will tell her how her beauty haunts me and doesn’t let me sleep at night. At the same time, I would also describe how the softness, the delectable caresses that we enjoyed and how I suffer not having that pleasure anymore. I would describe the pleasures that awaited us again if she would only relent. My intention was to arouse her so that she would somehow be pushed to reply but I only succeeded in arousing myself. Bavani was not responding and my only relief at that time, Girja had also not sought me for sex. I was getting frustrated and I needed a woman. Paid sex was out of the question for me. I could never understand how one could get pleasure from that. Bavani was dominating my thoughts and I needed someone to at least allow me to imagine I am with Bavani while I have sex with her. Girja didn’t come probably because her husband must be around otherwise she would have been that ‘someone’. Just as I was sitting frustrated and cursing Bavani’s stubbornness my door bell rang.
 
Like she was godsent Girja was standing there with her daughter Pallavi. “Hi Pallavi girl, how are you? Hi Mrs. Girja how are things?”
 
Actually, after saying hi to her daughter I should have told Girja,” thank god you are her, I really need a fuck,” but with her daughter being there I couldn’t say that even though at six years old her daughter may not fully understand what I had said.
 
“Hi uncle, you were away weren’t you, I missed you,” Pallavi said in her young innocent voice. I looked at her mother’s face, her mother’s eyes also said she missed me.
 
“I missed you too darling (the darling was for both the mother and the daughter but only the mother understood that), come in, come in,” I invited both of them in my apartment.
 
“Wait here honey,” I told Pallavi and looked meaningfully at Girja. She batted her eyelids as if to say ‘okay honey.’  I took out a bar of cadbury chocolate and gave it to Pallavi.
 
“Thanks uncle,” Pallavi said as she gleefully opened the wrapper. I looked at her mother as if to say I have something that you like better. I must keep Pallavi busy so I can be busy with her mother.
 
“Isn’t Pallavi’s father home Mrs. Girja?”
 
“He has got a business meeting today and he told me he will come back late after dinner.”
 
“Where is Thanu?”
 
“He has gone for tuition class, only she doesn’t have anything,” she said indicating her daughter. I could see she was irritated by this.
 
I could understand her irritation I too needed sex so I will do something about this I thought myself. “Pallavi I have got a new cartoon CD do you want to see it?” Just to get undisturbed time with her mother I had to spend money on things like this.
 
As Pallavi settled herself in front of the TV I pulled Girja with me to the kitchen. As soon as we were in there we embraced each other as we kissed hard. She quickly pulled down the shorts I was wearing. I had no underwear on as I was at home so my cock immediately popped out. This  reminded me of how Bavani had taken out my cock but on that day only thing it was not in the kitchen but outside behind the kitchen.
 
As she was stroking my cock she asked,” has this been a good boy at the wedding … there would have been a lot of cute young girls there.”
 
Yes, it was good with all the young girls there it was naughty only with a very cute married woman I thought to myself. Girja lifted her housecoat up over her hips. She too had no underwear on. She had come prepared too I thought. She had a small bristle of hair on her pubis. She has the habit of shaving every three to four days once.
 
She placed my hand over her cunt. “See how wet I am,” She whispered to me. I would have preferred to be touching Bavani’s cunt but this has to do now.
 
“Your husband is here why don’t you ask him to service it,” I said.
 
“Bullshit, that man won’t even be able to see past his bulging belly and see his silly cock while standing up how the hell can he service me.” Mohan was not like that though he was not a fat man, a little soft fleshed maybe but not fat but I would have loved Bavani to say the same thing as this about her husband.
 
Girja was very proud about her body, I know that. Ordinarily many women put on weight when they give birth to a child but Girja even after two kids has maintained her shape well so she was very disparaging about her husband who had not bothered to look after his body. Bavani was slightly a bit more fleshier than Girja but for me that was sexier.
 
“If you want me to fuck you get my cock ready,” I told her as my cock was still at half-mast.
 
In the past year and a half Girja would have sucked my cock over a hundred times so I knew what she would do after she took my cock into her mouth. I opened my legs slightly wider ready for it. She put the tip of her forefinger up to the first digit into my arse hole. That made my cock jerk in her mouth. I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her lips shape was very similar to Bavani’s lips. I concentrated only on the lips, imagining that it was Bavani’s lips that were latched on to my cock meat. That made the pleasure greater for me.
 
“Enough of sucking you bitch get on the table and get ready to be fucked.” When would Bavani be ready to do this again for me I thought wistfully?
 
As she lay down on the table she also pulled out her breasts from her housecoat. It was neither very big or very small but just right for her body. But it was too small for me to imagine it to be Bavani’s boobs. She lay with her legs opened ready for my cock. With one forceful push I shoved my full cock to the hilt into her waiting pussy.
 
“Amm .. hamm…,” she moaned as I started fucking her. She pulled my head to her chest. I started sucking her nipples one after the other in turns as my hips pumped hard.
 
“Your husband is working so hard to take care of you but you are such a slut not bothered about it and just want my cock.”
 
“Forget that man, just fuck me … only your cock has been my heaven for this past one and a half years.” Isn’t that the same for Bavani, shouldn’t she too want me for the next year and a half or two. I was fucking Girja but my mind was fully occupied by Bavani.
 
“Your daughter is here, what if she sees you like this getting your pussy plumbed.”
 
“When she becomes an adult if her husband is useless she too will need a man like you, that’s a right for every woman, she’ll understand then.”
 
“You are talking like this about your own daughter you shameless slut,” I said as I continued to fuck her. One thing I know if Bavani had a daughter she would never say anything like this.
 
As I was fucking her on this position my cock was easily rubbing up against her pussy walls. When she reached her orgasm, she pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Her cunt was not as tight as Bavani’s cunt but still was pleasurable to fuck.
 
“Vikram pull out when you are ready to cum, it’s not safe for me.”
 
Girja had not undergone any family planning so we would have sex without any safety measures only on her safe days but on other days we would use a condom. Today seems to be an exception. I hope one day Bavani too will allow me to fuck her on the day she could get pregnant.
 
After a few minutes I too was ready to come. “Bitch, get ready .. I’m going to shoot.”
 
She pushed me and squatted in front of me and took my greasy cock into her mouth and started sucking very fast. My sperm gushed out into her mouth as she gulped it down with relish. Girja was good at sex, she was much more experienced than Bavani and knew many ways to please a man. Yet even after I had finished just now the satisfaction was not like that with Bavani. Now I seem to need Bavani more than she needs me.
 
Just then we heard Pallavi’s voice,” Mummy .. Uncle where are you two?” Girja quickly got up and shoved her tits back in as she let her housecoat fall down from the hips down her legs. As Pallavi walked in I was just about able to pull up my shorts but my still partly erect cock formed a tent in my shorts and also caused a wet spot there. Pallavi’s eyes seemed to go there.
 
“Uncle what’s that .. chchee uncle has to go to the bathroom eee..” Both Girja and I were in shock not knowing what to say. 

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Chapter 12 continued

 
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Finally, all my tasks that I had to do this morning had been done and I can now take a bit of rest. My husband and son had gone to work and college. Right now, till I would be having free time till my son, who would be the first to return home, comes back. I just had to tidy up the house a little before I could take complete rest. I felt I needed to get a bit of sleep as I felt a little tired. Last night I and my husband again had sex. The frequency of our sexual intercourse had increased quite a bit in the last two months plus since we returned from the wedding. It seems like only when a third person comes into a marriage that this type of sexual renewal happens. Since my husband had this fear that Vikram may somehow get me he has been showing greater intimacy to me. This had slowly diminished over the course of our years of marriage. He was taking greater efforts and care when we make love now. I have to admit that the sex with him was better now. I would even have been completely satisfied with my sex life if he had taken these efforts before this. But there was one thing I couldn’t shake off, that is I now knew that there was better sex than this. I know it was not fair to compare the efforts of my husband against a virile stud of a young man equipped with an impressive tool and with the expertise and stamina to drown a woman in pleasure but there was no avoiding it. It had been over two months, two months and 16 days to be exact, since I had that sinful night of delightful pleasure but the memory still feels fresh. Only I know the struggle that I undergo everyday in avoiding answering Vikram’s calls or messages and he would till now call and message everyday without fail except for the weekends when my husband was at home. It was only at the weekends I have greater peace of mind because I had no temptation that I needed to resist. Strangely enough though I would also feel a little emptiness on those days as if I missed the sound of him calling or the seductive messages he sends me. It was only the last three days that there was no call or messages from him. Maybe he had finally given up? But why is that causing me to feel a bit depressed? Isn’t that what I wanted … to be faithful to my husband henceforth.
 
I was hoping that I would eventually prevail in my struggle. That Vikram would be just a memory for me. That night in my husband’s uncle’s house was just an episode in my life. Why oh why did he have to be such a wonderful lover? Why did he have to show me the immense pleasures of the body a woman can enjoy and indulge in? Most of all why did I succumb to his wiles, if not I would have to endure all the problems and struggles I am going through now. The nights were worse, especially if he had sent some very truly tempting and erotic messages to me that day. Sleep would not come my mind would be free but not idle. The words he sent and his pleas would cause a stirring within me. Though I try to avoid it but I would turn to my husband for relief on those times. My husband too would not reject me at those times. He had his suspicions about Vikram and maybe he is aware I’m going through a struggle because of temptation. I’m sure he would be thinking that so far I had only been tempted but had still remained faithful to him. So, he would want to aid me in my struggle to be true to him. Little did he know the number of times that I had tried my best to avoid thinking of Vikram as he was making love to me … and had failed. What made me feel more guilty was, at those times I had imagined it was Vikram who was fucking me, the sex had been more pleasurable and I had almost always attained my orgasm. My husband would be very pleased those times because he would feel that he was the one who caused me to enjoy the sex. Even then, having achieved an orgasm I would still have that small disappointment that it had not been as mind-blowingly pleasurable as the real thing with Vikram. In a way all of my husband’s efforts had come a little late but at least he was trying and I have to be his strength in this effort. All this I told myself with a gnawing fear I can’t trust my own will. As I was ruminating on all of this I was jolted out of my thoughts by the sound of doorbell ringing. It was unusual for anyone to be calling at my home at this time of the day. I went and opened the door and stood there stunned.
 
“May I come in Madam?” asked a broadly smiling Vikram.
 
What?  … How?? My house .. how did he know .. how did he get here?? “How did you get here? Why did you come? Oh No,” my words came out in a torrent of alarm.
 
“Are you going to make me stand out here and question me like a security officerman or are you going to ask me to come in?” he asked with his usual teasing tone.
 
Only then the realisation came that I was talking to him where others could see a stranger talking to me. I quickly looked around, luckily no one was about at that time except for some pedestrians walking by on the road. I didn’t know what to do. It would not be wise to ask him to come in (he won’t keep quiet if he is alone with me behind closed doors) at the same time he would not budge from here of that I was sure. I can’t shout at him to go away as that commotion would draw unwanted attention. Whatever said and done I can’t just let him stand there and talk to him. 
 
“Why are you giving me so much of problems shhh … quick come in before someone sees you?” He was just waiting when I would say that. He triumphantly entered my house and I quickly closed the main door.
 
He did the first thing I expected him to do, as I shut the door he grabbed me from behind.  I shrugged him off and moved away from him. “Stop Vikram, don’t do that anymore.”
 
He didn’t expect to react with such vehemence and I could see the surprise on his face. He immediately changed tack. “Why do you make me suffer so much? You don’t pick up my calls, you don’t answer my messages … these two months have been so difficult for me.”
 
“When I didn’t respond or reply you should have known not to disturb me anymore.”
 
“Don’t be so cruel to me Bavani, you don’t know how much you mean to me. Even though you were rejecting me I took so much of efforts to trace where you were and come and see you … I had too, I suffered too many nights without seeing this beautiful face.”
 
I know he was glib of tongue, he had to be otherwise where would he be successful in seducing women especially if that women belongs to someone else but I couldn’t deny that his words had a melting effect on me. Nevertheless, I have to put a stop to this. “I’m sorry Vikram, I just don’t know why I did that then … what my mental state was but now I know how wrong this is so pleas….” Before I could say anything further he quickly stepped towards me and grabbed me as his lips smothered any further words that could come out of my mouth, only the sound ‘hmm’ ‘hmmm’ came out.
At first I tried to push him away with all the force I could muster but he was too strong. He was always a good kisser and his kisses were slowly melting my resistance. From trying to push him away my hands were now just idly on his body even that soon changed has the kiss gained in intensity and passion. Soon I was hugging him tightly and kissing him back. Realising he had broken my resistance he hugged me even tighter as he kissed me. His tongue had been wanting to enter, now I let it .. not only let it but sucked on it. After months his fingers were once again testing the softness of my breast. Only after he was sure that I had completely surrendered to him did he stop kissing me.
 
As he kissed me on my ear lobe he whispered huskily,” When you have so much of desire why were you avoiding me?”
 
“In a moment of weakness and desire I did something that was so wrong … is it right that I continue to do wrong? No, I should forget all that had happened and stop all this.” Even as I said this I felt it was so ridiculous because belying my words I was voluntarily in his embrace.
 
He kissed my lips again for a few seconds before he asked,” Can you forget these kisses? He then said as he pressed on my tit,” Or is it possible for me to forget the sweetness of these ripe fruits …. or would our bodies ever forget how they made love to each other?”
 
“We are engaging in more and more sins … what I’m doing is unfair to my husband.”
 
“Have you not looked after him? Did you not do as he asked or did you deny him when he wanted to have sex with you? What is it that you have not done for him?”
 
“But still … I’m giving to you this body which should only belong to him.”
 
“You are not his slave. When you take care of his every need with care and desire then any of your doing for your own happiness cannot be wrong.”
 
“If he gets to know this it would hurt him very badly.”
 
“If that’s your main worry then we will be very careful and make sure he never knows.”
 
Before I could come up with any fresh arguments he shut me up with his kiss. That kiss drowned out whatever arguments that would have formed in my mind. Our passionate kiss was transporting me to that very first night of eroticism that we shared together. As if in a trance I led him to our bedroom. In less than a minute both our clothes were lying on the floor as for the first time we were eyeing each-others naked body in bright light. (Even at the time of afternoon after the wedding we were in the somewhat darkened area of the top of the staircase with the door to the terrace being closed.) His impressive manhood stood upright majestically. The memories of the joy it created inside my body came seeping back in to my mind and with that wetness seeped back into my womanhood. Vikram was also seeing my naked body very clearly and fully now. All the swells and curves, all the contours were there as a feast for his eyes.
 
Vikram let out a small wolf whistle. “Wow my beauty … unbelievably sexy ..your body .. can’t believe you’re a mother of a four years old boy.”
 
While looking at my body with lust he started stroking his big cock. I’ve very rarely seen my husband do this and in the dark of the night I hadn’t seen Vikram do it in the room on that night. But seeing a grown man doing it was incredibly erotic especially when it was the sight of my body that was causing him to do that. At that moment I felt what he had said to be true, I too felt that I was incredibly sexy. Soon this ‘sexy body’ was going to be a prey to that man flesh’s hunger. Now here in this place I need not exercise any control in expressing my joy and emotions. I can enjoy the joys I experienced with him at the wedding once again and this time without any restrains, reservations or restrictions. He came close to me and took my hand in his. My hand replaced his on his cock. I lovingly started stroking it. The feel of that hard, hot flesh on my cool fingers was so good. It has been so long since I had done that.
 
He looked down at his groin to see me pleasuring him. “Woo..Bavani, you have grown your fingernails and manicured it just the way I like it … yes darling yes.”
 
I looked down at my hand running up and down the length of that look virile meat. Back then he telling me that he liked a women’s fingers done this way had registered in the back of my mind. All this time while I told myself I was not going to have anything to do with him anymore I had been unconsciously preparing myself for him like this. I had said to myself I was doing it for my husband but in fact I had been only fooling myself. All this time without being aware I had been waiting for a day when he would come and see me. Maybe I always knew deep inside that it was inevitable that Vikram and I would not be able to resist our desires and we would seek to enjoy the pleasures of forbidden lust once more.
 
“Come baby lets get on to the bed.” Only now I came to the realisation that I was in my bedroom. The bedroom I shared with my lawful husband. This was somehow a place that should not be sullied. I and Vikram can have sex anywhere else but not here. My husband shouldn’t have to sleep in the same bed where Vikram had been fucking me. We should be moving to a spare room but I couldn’t say anything to him. I let him carry me to the bed. As he rolled me on the bed I lay there waiting for him to join me. He came on top of me and I pulled him towards me as our lips locked together. There was no need to be careful not to move around for fear of waking up my sleeping son. We rolled over the breath of the king-sized bed as we continued to kiss passionately … sometimes he on top and sometimes me on top. I had not been impassioned in this way on the bed with my husband but then we had never been this passionate in the heat of lust at any time. The closest we as husband and wife had come to this was only recently. Even then the prime cause for the change had inadvertently been Vikram. The way Vikram suckled on both my tits in turn made my glutaral moans fill the room.
 
“Oh .. oh … suck darling ..ahh .. ahh .. suck … bite aww … softly … yes..”
 
That night or the following day, in the bride’s house, I could not give free vent to my feelings in this way for fear of my moans of pleasure reaching others ears.  But now I wallowed in the lustful breastfeeding of my young lover boy. Now he too didn’t need to hurry. He tasted every inch of my body leaving a wet trail of saliva. My body writhed and shivered under the ministration of his experienced tongue. It was not long before his face was buried in between my open thighs. I could only see the top of his head but I could feel the tip of his tongue slowly taking me to heaven. I moaned loudly as not just his mouth and tongue but also his fingers were searching and teasing every pleasurable spot in the centre of my feminine being. The loud moans were the pent-up release of frustrated passion of not just the last two months but also of that night when I first experienced the pleasure of illicit coupling.  He moved to the side of the bed where my husband would usually sleep. Lying face up he pulled me over his body to continue to drink the nectar I was leaking just for him. His huge member was right in front of my face. I was seeing clearly the veined, hard flesh throbbing right in front of my eyes. His intimate tool that had changed my life forever was right there in front of me. His tongue probing my treasure trough reminded me of what I had to do. His cock was so hard and swollen that his foreskin was half way down the bulbous head. His raging lust was evidenced by the wetness of his cockhead. I licked his joy fluid. It was a taste that I was not unfamiliar with but something that I had not tasted for a long time. I massaged his testes causing him to ooze more for my tongue. I stroked his long shaft as I took turns to gently suckle his two testes. I then took his thick joy stick in my mouth as I continued to stroke it. His hips moved up in small jerks wanting to fuck my mouth. This was the difference with my husband. I had sucked my husband’s penis in this very same part of the bed. He would lay there passively as I suckled on his tool. He wouldn’t move much for fear that he would finish fast. But Vikram would want his cock to explore the depth of my mouth to my throat. There was no chance that he would lose control and release his seed prematurely.
 
Today there was no need to hurry. Our oral sex lasted a long time, the longest I’ve ever had with anyone. Even in this foreplay our love juices flowed so freely showing how much we needed each other. This room is going to reek of sex. Already our nostrils were filled with the strong smell. For us who are engaged in this immoral mating the smell was intoxicating and arousing but to others, including my husband, it would be a foul smell. Vikram only stopped after I had cum in his mouth. I was ready again to betray my husband and in this time in our own bedroom. The forbidden erotic creaking sound of the bed by the force of our adulterous coupling would be heard for the first time today in my bedroom. This would be a change that can never be undone. Vikram was going to fuck my brains out in my own marital bed. After this even when my husband makes love to me here I can never erase from my memory that I had screamed out in delight as my lover had fornicated with me in this very same bed. He flipped me on to my back and I waited for him with legs eagerly spread open. He got in between my legs stroking his hard, thick rod that was ready to invade my body again after over two months. He rubbed the bulbous tip on my pussy lips with the smooth bud of his rod splaying open my labia and causing a pleasure sensation by the friction of his moist bud against my swollen love bud. This time I watched his love tool with fascination as I was going to be able to clearly see for the first time that huge love weapon spread open my wet tiny opening as it slid in once more. Before in the dark I couldn’t see but could only feel my love hole being stretched open as something huge invaded my body but this time I will be able to both see and feel.
 
“You made me wait too long Bavani, now I’m not going to leave you till your pussy is sore.” Though that sounded like a threat it was more of a promise to make up for lost time and wallow in the sinful pleasure that we both missed.
 
“You’ve made this pussy yours by your masculinity and virility … do what you want,” I thought to myself as I held my thighs open by holding below my knees.
 
His wonderful hard flesh was entering in my most intimate part after a long time. I was about to swoon from the pleasure. My eyelids grew heavy but I forced to keep it open as inch by inch his rod slid inside of me. ‘aah .. hmmaa..’ what pleasure. Even by just entering into me the pleasure I felt was almost akin to the pleasure I get when I orgasm sometimes when my husband finishes.
 
When he was inside me to the hilt .. the hairs on our private parts mingling .. his face was just a few inches from mine. My legs tightened around the back of his thighs as did my hands on the back of his muscled broad back. “Kiss me darling … show me how much you want me,” he said hypnotically. I did … I kissed him with the release of all the pent up and supressed desires that were now in full flow.
 
“Fuck me baby .. I missed you so much.” My surrender was complete. His undulating hip would move up till only the very tip of his manhood was still lodged inside my pussy before it would slide in again reaching the depths my husband’s penis had never reached .. again ..and again .. I moaned again .. and again. Every time pleasure would shoot through my body. This intensity of feeling, of emotions of desire, of bliss was something I had denied myself for so long.
 
My fingers had been stroking his cock but now my pussy muscles were gripping his flesh and stroking it instead. As he fucked me I sucked on his neck which was bulging from his efforts as his hip moved with gaining speed. He tongued my ear as he humped me.
 
“Sssss … what are you doing?”
 
“I’m fucking you that’s what … how is it.”
 
“Great darling … your cock is great … you fuck great.”
 
His hip was moving almost like a piston .. I was reaching an ecstatic state. “Oh my god .. faster .. yes .. ahh .. fuck me darling .. fuck your woman.”
 
“I’m screwing you on your husband’s bed .. I’ll bang you till your need is sated.”
 
“No darling … my hunger for you will always be there,” I openly admitted.
 
“Has your husband ever fucked you this good here my sweet whore.”
 
“No dear, my real husband is no match for my lover … suck my nipple fucker.”
 
I was moaning and groaning loudly as I did not have to control myself like I did at the wedding. Enjoyment was so much better when you could express your feelings without restraint as you enjoy your pussy being plumbed. I pressed my body up against his body. My fingernails dug into his hard back. His continued to pump me concentrating only on our pleasure. This was heaven .. oh, why did I avoid this for so long .. no more .. no more … I want this again and again. My nerves were beings pulled as I came in a gush again and again. The bliss was overwhelming me.
 
“Oh, darling I can’t stand it .. I can’t .. can’t ..can’t. My body started jerking uncontrollably. I felt my body being jerked. I opened my eyes. For a while I was in a daze not aware of what was happening. I was in my bedroom .. yes .. but it was dark and not in the morning.
 
My husband was jerking my body. “What’s happening Bavani? Did you have a nightmare? You were blabbering ‘can’t .. can’t.”
 
Oh no, was all this just a dream. Had I been blabbering in my sleep. The dream had been so vivid that it felt so real. I remembered what words I had spoken to Vikram in my dream but what are the words that I had actually blabbered out. What do I say to my husband? He had mentioned that I said ‘can’t’ ‘can’t.’ Was that all I had spoken out in my sleep. I should stick to that for now.
 
“Yes, I was dreaming that I was drowning and I was shouting I can’t swim and nobody came to save me.”
 
“If everything was proper you won’t get these types of nightmare,” my husband remarked.
 
“What?? What are you saying?”
 
“No, I was just saying your mind was too stressed out that’s all. Maybe taking care of home and child is causing a strain to you,” he said.
 
I stayed silent and he continued,” okay now go to sleep.”
 
Where could I sleep after this. I had been resisting my inner desire for so long. The more I tried to suppress it the more the tension had been building in me. Now when it burst out all my inner desires clearly came out in my dream. The suppressed desires burst out with double the force. How can it not be when everything felt so real? Was what I really wanted being expressed in my dreams. Though I didn’t respond to his calls and messages was I wanting him to come here on his own. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so guilty when I gave myself to him. Was my resistance all a sham .. just a balm for my conscience. One thing I had to accept now. I fought hard against my base desires and I lost. I felt hopeless because I now knew I was just fighting a losing battle. The more I resisted the more my need for Vikram was growing insidiously in my mind. I just lay in bed with my eyes closed, pretending to sleep. How long before Vikram was lying beside me in this very same bed. Even in my dream the pleasure I felt was so good. I had not admitted it to myself but I had been yearning for him all this while. The difference now is I that I was able to admit it. Admission is the first step to acceptance. Acceptance is the first step to taking actions towards fulfilment.

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Welcome back. It was a damm hot & wet dream.

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Such an awesome piece of writing. This is erotic literature at one of its best. I have never read a better piece of cheating sex than this. Kudos. Pls continue like this here or in other stories.
By the way, I just realized that is a translation of your story in Tamil. My suggestion would be to limit the characters to just these three and not go too sideways... and also avoid the downer ending. That will be more upbeat and have more fun.

Thank you. Unfortunately there would be more than the three characters. A long story would not be sustainable with just the three people. All others who come in would be someway connected to the three main characters and would contribute to the story. With just three people there are chances for it to become repetitive and somewhat boring. 

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Chapter 13 – Good News for lover, bad situation for husband.

 
Husband
 
She had been mumbling so many things but nothing was clear except the words ‘I can’t .. can’t.’ The expression on her face too did not give any clear indication of what was going on in her mind in her sleep. What was that expression on her face? Was it distress or that agony like expression of pleasure? What was it that she couldn’t do? It must be like this .. or at least I hoped it was .. she had been tempted to cheat but she was refusing saying ‘I can’t.’ She was struggling with her own self in being chaste woman. Even the fact that in her inner self she had been tempted to partake in the pleasures of forbidden sex itself was causing me torment. That vulnerability to temptation indicates that there were shortcomings in me. One thing though, if my train of thoughts were correct that showed that though she was suffering in controlling herself she had yet to deceive me in that most humiliating way. That gave me a bit of peace and happiness. I couldn’t be overly happy though. That another man could have such a deep impact on her caused a huge ache within me. Such a desire being provoked in her by another man raised a doubt about my own manhood. She wanted to experience the pleasures of the flesh with another man so what she was getting from me was inadequate to keep her satisfied. On the other hand, I shouldn’t make such a harsh judgement on my wife or even on me for that matter. A handsome and virile young man showing obvious interest in her would be tempting to any woman. Surely the woman would be curious to know what hidden pleasures she had not experienced before. But for most women it would remain just that .. a wondering. For Bavani though it had gone beyond that. She was being tempted to go through with her curiosity.
 
It wasn’t that I became aware of Bavani’s internal struggle only just tonight. I was aware of her internal affliction from the time we came back from the wedding. I could see that she was trying her best to talk and act normally with me but I could feel an undercurrent of sorrow .. or was that heartache within her. Another new change was she was ready to and in fact, initiated sex with me like the times we used to make love in the first fresh year of our marriage. In this way she was seeking to ease her temptation and fulfil her needs. Shouldn’t I do my part and be a strength to her in this struggle when she was so desperately trying to remain faithful to me? I too did my best to give her the satisfaction she needed in bed. Now my full efforts were to see that she gets pleasure rather than my own sexual gratification. I believe I had been successful to some extent in this. If not every time I had think she was able to enjoy orgasm quite a few times. I had been quite happy with myself because of this but now seeing her blabber in her dreams I got the doubt that maybe in spite of my best efforts I somehow fell short of the pleasures she needed or expected. Provided of course the dream was a reflection of her sexual frustration and not just a simple nightmare as she had told me. There was always that. The wiser thing however would be to expect the worst and assume the best. So, expecting the worst I should continue to strive to give her all the pleasures she needed in sex so that she forgets what happened in those two days at the wedding and would not stray from her marital vows. I have to be successful in this because the consequence of failure was something I feared to contemplate. The scars that my failure would cause would never completely heal.
 
It was not just she who had been undergoing this internal struggle, I too was equally affected. I would sometime wish that I had been ignorant of Vikram’s efforts to bed my wife. In that case I would not have this mental anguish and stress. Life would have been so much more peaceful. I couldn’t concentrate on my work. I would often show my irritation or lose patience with my colleagues or subordinates. There was a constant fear gnawing away in my mind that while I was working away hard in my office Bavani and Vikram would be flirting over the phone or worse still, engaging in sexually explicit conversation. As a consequence of this I would call my wife several times from the office just to simply talk to her. This would be new to her because I had never done this before except when we were newly married but she never showed her surprise to me. Also, when I called her, her phone was never engaged and she would always pick up the call. I couldn’t be too pleased about that because nowadays when you are on a call you can also see that you are getting a call from someone else. It would be easy to put the person on hold and talk to me. Without Bavani knowing I had even gone through her messages and again I didn’t find anything. Then again all call history and messages can be easily deleted. One thing I can say with almost certainty was that she had not met Vikram at home nor anywhere outside. How was I so sure of this? That’s because of the report of the private detective I employed. Yes, I had gone to that extent to spy on my wife. I know it was a very degrading thing to do. Degrading for me and degrading for my wife but I had to do it for my own sanity and peace of mind. I had her watched for a period of two weeks and I had a report from the detective agency. This was done about a month ago. 
 
‘Madam had gone out alone four times in these two weeks’ the report had stated. When, time, where, with whom and did she meet anyone was all detailed in the report. She had gone two times alone, one time with my son and one time with one of her female friends. At those times she did not meet up with any other person, especially a man and had not gone to any hotel room or house where her activity couldn’t be noted. Everything was completely innocent. The report said that they had also discretely spied on her through the window when she had been at home. She had not been engaging in overly long conversations with anyone while at home. The detective had written that to be a privy to her phone conversations and messages they would have to ‘tap’ the phone and my assistance would be needed in that event. Though we cannot confirm with one hundred percent certainty we found no indication she was involved with another man the report had concluded. Hiring a private detective agency was not something very easy to do. A good agency doing a thorough job cost a big amount of money. Even for the two weeks of work in cost me quite a bundle of notes. Though I could afford that cost it was not sustainable to hire them for a long period of time. So, I had to terminate their services. My thinking was that if Bavani was really engaged in something bad it would likely have come out within these two weeks period. If Bavani’s actions or behaviour changes or there is just cause to be suspicious in the future I could always rehire them. For the moment though I have to assume that nothing that damaged my honour was happening.
 
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As Girja walked into the room she closed the silently and locked it. She turned and looked at me and smiled, a very wicked and lascivious smile. The reason for that smile was my condition. I was lying fully naked on her bed with a huge hardon. We both knew the reason for the hardon was unfinished business. When I came back home from work I got the good news that her husband had gone out of the city on work for two days. Unusual for her husband he had not gone out of the city on his work for the past twenty days whereas he would usually spend two days (even sometimes three days) a week on his business development trips. That being the case we could only engage in three hurried couplings in this time. I needed more because of my frustrations. I had one more woman I could have sex with but she had gone to Delhi with her husband and kids to be with her ailing father. Her husband had come back as he had his business to attend to but she had not. So, the only release for my frustrations were through Girja. Bavani was still not answering my phone or messages. I was almost on the verge of giving up all hope of her ever responding. But I was not going to give up on that pussy. That was too precious and pleasurable to give up. Through discreet questioning I had found out where her husband Mohan was working and the area he was residing in but I still couldn’t hone down to the correct street and house number. I will definitely get that somehow. That was for later but now I was going to have a whole night with this lecherous homemaker. I was going to ‘make’ this homemaker a few times tonight. Another plus was this was her safe time and we could have sex without any protection.
 
We had quite an adventure this evening. Knowing her husband was not home I had gone to Girja’s house earlier. Her son was not at home but her daughter was. Her daughter was busy doing her homework while Girja and I were sitting on the sofa with the TV on but the volume down low. While keeping her eye on her daughter sitting at her table doing her homework Girja had her hands inside my waistband and holding and massaging my cock inside my shorts. Her daughter was facing away from us and so she was brave enough to do that. That alone was not enough for me so I took out my cock and pushed down Girja’s head to it.
 
“Don’t Vikram, my daughter’s here,” she whispered to me as she resisted me pushing her head down.
 
“No .. she’s busy writing .. just for a minute okay,” I insisted.
 
Reluctantly she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. I leant my head back to rest on the sofa backrest as I enjoyed the ministrations of Girja’s tongue on my cock flesh.
 
“Mummy … what are you doing?” Her daughter voice jerked us out of the stupor of delight we were in. I quickly turned to look at her. From the angle her daughter was looking at all she could have seen was her mother’s head being over my lap … bobbing up and down. As Girja jerked her head up in alarm I quickly grabbed a cushion and covered my groin. I hoped Girja’s body would have blocked her daughter’s view of my groin. It would have been difficult to explain away to that little girl what was jetting up from my groin.
 
“Nothing dear mummy was so tired I dosed off and my head almost fell on to Uncle Vikram’s lap,” She said as she got up quickly to go to her daughter.
 
I took that opportunity to pull up the waistband of my shorts before I too got up too. I must admit that I was alarmed too, so much so my erection had rapidly died. Girja must have been so stricken with fear that she stumbled and almost fell. Luckily I grabbed her by the chest before she fell. My hands were completely pressed against Girja’s breasts but her daughter would not have noticed that.
 
“Ahh .. my ankle,” Girja cried as she had slightly twisted it.
 
“Are you okay?” I asked as I made her stand up. “Mummy what happened?” her daughter asked.
 
Girja tested her ankle my putting weight on it. I could see that there wasn’t much discomfort for her.  “Pretend it’s paining more than it is,” I whispered to her. Not knowing why, I had said that but still doing as I said Girja pretended to be in some pain.
 
“Ohh.. it’s aching .. can’t stand straight,” she pretended moving with a limp. Her daughter had forgotten all about seeing her mother’s face being over my groin. Luckily she didn’t see her mother having a long hard piece of flesh in her mouth.
 
Her daughter had also come up to her and was holding her mother by her hand. “We better let your mother lie down for a while,” I told her. “Mrs.Girja, I think lie down okay, come I’ll take you to bed.” Girja knew that was what I intended to do that night.
 
I let her daughter to come along to help Girja into her bedroom. After Girja laid on the bed I asked,” do you have any pain balm? Let me apply some on the ankle, it will help ease the pain.”
 
Knowing I was up to something Girja played along. “There is some in the kitchen cabinet,” she told me. I signalled with my eyes asking her to send her daughter away.
 
“Do you still have homework to do?” she asked her daughter.
 
“I still have fifteen sums to do,” she replied. We estimated it would take anywhere between fifteen minutes to half an hour to complete.
 
“You go and finish that dear, you must submit that tomorrow don’t you? Uncle will take care of mummy.” Her daughter was an obedient girl and did as her mummy told her. I quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of ointment and came back to the bedroom. I was going to apply any balm on her ankle her ankle was fine, it was only my cock that needed to be attended to. I had been careful to close and lock the bedroom door. I didn’t want surprises again. Girja’s son would have been suspicious if I was alone with his mother in her bedroom with the door closed. He was at an age where he would start to understand some things but her daughter was still at the innocent stage.
 
I pulled down my shorts and pulled out my cock. It was again getting erect in anticipation. Girja pulled her body up on to her elbow and took my cock in her mouth. I mouth fucked her for a few minutes while fingering her pussy.
 
“Fuck me you bastard, you’ve made me too hot .. put your cock inside me,” she commanded as lust engulfed her.
 
Soon Girja’s fingers were digging into the flesh of my buttocks as I was humping her hard. We were kissing wildly as we fornicated like animals. The last time I had fucked her was eight days ago and she really was desperate for a good romp in bed. She couldn’t help herself as she moaned out loud. We both froze, my cock embedded deep inside cunt as her daughter’s voice again interrupted our sexual play.
 
“Mummy why are you crying … are you in pain?” she was trying to open the door but luckily I had locked it.
 
“You go and do your homework darling .. uncle pressed my ankle a little hard that’s all, I’m okay.”
 
We waited a few moments to see if her daughter had gone back to her desk. This time we fucked with our lips locked so her moans could be muffled. Just as Girja was spasming in orgasm her daughter called out once more. “Mummy let me in, I’ve finished my homework.”
 
I had not had my orgasm but it was too risky to continue to fuck. Her daughter might innocently talk about how mummy and uncle didn’t let her come into mummy’s room. I got up from her Girja’s body and picked up my shorts from the floor and wore it. I had not taken off my t-shirt. All Girja had to do was pull down her nightie that she had pulled up all the way up above her breasts. The bed was a bit of a mess and it wouldn’t be a good idea for her daughter to see that. So, Girja came along with me as I unlocked and opened the door.
 
“Why you locked the door mummy?” was the first thing her daughter asked. We didn’t expect her to ask this.
 
Girja was thinking quickly what to say but I stepped in before that. “You see your mummy would cry out in pain when I pressed the balm on her ankle, she didn’t want you to be frightened and run in.”
 
“Yes darling, mummy didn’t want you to see mummy in pain and get upset, that’s why,” Girja joined in.
 
“Are you okay now?” her daughter asked.
 
“See I can walk now with no pain, uncle was very good I feel good now,” Girja smiled at me artfully as she said this.
 
“Why are you sweating mummy? Uncle too.”
 
“Because of the pain dear. Pain can make you sweat.”
 
“Uncle was in pain too?”
 
Yes, I was in pain, pain at being interrupted before I filled her mother’s love hole with my seed I thought to myself.
 
  “No, uncle was doing a lot of pressing and rubbing, that’s why.”
 
After that interruption I went back home. Her son would be coming back soon. I had sneaked back into Girja’s house after eleven pm when all the doors in the apartment complex were closed and most people were probably sleeping. We kissed for a few moments in the hallway before Girja led me into her bedroom. She had gone to check on her kids one last time in their bedroom before coming back.
 
“They are sleeping soundly,” she told me before licking her lips on seeing how I was lying down on her bed.
 
I was completely naked, stroking my cock slowly as I had waited for her. We had some unfinished business from earlier in the evening. I had two pussies here in Bengaluru for my sexual needs. One being Girja and the other had gone to Delhi to see her father. They were wonderful pussies no doubt and the two women were lascivious sex hungry women who were enthusiastic sexual partners but neither of them was a match to the Coimbatore housewife in bed. But what to do, Bavani was completely ignoring me. I’ve got no choice but sate my lust with this willing cunt standing before me.  Girja undid the zip of her nightie, pulled the top to come just below her shoulders then shrugged her body to let it slide down her body and fall to the ground. She was an active seductress who knew how to act suggestive and seductive. Even the way she undress was sensuous. Bavani on the other hand did not know how to act like a vamp but her natural beauty and sexiness made it more erotic than what Girja did even when she only simply naturally undressed without trying to be seductive. Girja got on to the bed and crawled to me on all fours like a hungry cat waiting to pounce on its prey. When she reached near my hip I stopped her. She had unfinished business to do.
 
“Suck it now you bitch .. you made me wait long enough.”
 
“How long that man didn’t go out of town and made me suffer,” Girja said as she lovingly played with my cock. The man she was referring to was her husband and father of her children. What a loyal wife, waiting for her husband to go away so she can enjoy the cock of her lover.
 
“How will that useless man how my cunt is itching, he is incapable of scratching the itch properly and doesn’t want to leave and let me be with the man who can do it wonderfully,” she continued, cursing her absent husband in her mind.
 
“I’ve fucked you four times, including earlier today didn’t I in these twenty days your husband was here. Your slutty cunt is still hungry for more cock?”
 
“Hurried fucks don’t count. We must fuck like we are going to do the whole night only then will my pussy be happy.” I needed her to be hungry and ready for intense passionate sex. Only then can I get some relief from the frustration I’m feeling not being able to enjoy the voluptuous body of my dream girl Bavani.
 
“This is what I like about you, you whore … you can’t wait for your husband to go away so that you can open your dirty cunt for me,” I said with a smile as Girja started guzzling on my hard, thick pipe.
 
“Like?? You should love it you pervert. You get to fuck another man’s wife in his bed don’t you .. you better do it at least three times tonight.”
 
“What three times? I got to work tomorrow you slut I’ve got to get some sleep too.” I was only teasing her. The frustration I was feeling because of Bavani I needed perhaps to fuck more than three times tonight.
 
Girja took out my cock from her mouth and looked at two, three rivulets of her saliva dripping down the length of my rod with satisfaction and said,” I don’t care, sleep at work if you have to. My sweet little boy must be inside my little girl this whole night.” She kissed my cock head lovingly as she said that.
 
I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard. I needed a bitch in heat tonight. She urgently shoved her tongue into my mouth as we engaged in a slobbering kiss. I was tasting a little bit of myself on her tongue and lips but I didn’t mind that. There was nothing dirty in lust. At least it was me that I was inadvertently tasting. I knew her husband had, had it worse. She had kissed him one time soon after she had blown me and gulped down my jism. She didn’t have time to wash her mouth when her husband in one of his rare moods had insisted on kissing her. He didn’t seem to notice any difference, in fact he seemed to enjoy kissing her very intensely that day she later told me as we both had a good laugh at her husband’s expense. My shaft was pressed against her stomach as she slowly kissed down to my chest and sucked on my nipples wetting them with her saliva. As she did that my cock flesh was rubbed against the soft flesh of her stomach. She came further down to kiss my hard, muscled stomach. She bit and pulled on the flesh there.
 
“Tit fuck me bitch,” I ordered her knowing she won’t resist anything I tell her. I loved how the cheating married tramps would be so submissive to their lovers but can be so assertive when having sex with their spouse.
 
She held her two tits pressing my rod between them as she rubbed it up and down my shaft. I’m going to enjoy doing this with Bavani when I get her because her breasts were more corpulent and tit fucking would be more pleasurable. My leaking precum made the valley between her tits greasy and my shaft slid up and down easily. After a few minutes she again took my rod inside her mouth and started sucking again. This is what we missed when her husband was around. The freedom and time to engage in long foreplay. Her foreplay with her husband usually never exceeded a minute or two is what she told me. No wonder she wanted me to hump her any chance she gets. Girja held my balls and gently squeezed them as she gently raked her nails on the skin below my scrotum. This made the blowjob all the more pleasurable. I wish I could see Bavani’s rose petaled lips wrapped around my rod like this. All the time with her it had been in a darkened room or area. Seeing that beautiful face concentrate on sucking my hardon would be the ultimate sexual thrill. Girja was now sucking on my cock with earnest when the light on my mobile phone came on indicating I had a message. I had it on the side table beside the bed within easy reach. I reached for the phone while grabbing Girja’s bobbing head by her hair. I opened my messages to see who it was from.
 
‘Hi, how are you?’
 
My cock jumped in happiness inside Girja’s mouth. The message was from Bavani.    

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Physical pain heals, but mental will kill

Hubby's Pain has started. It will ruin him for sure.

How come, wifey escaped getting caught by private detective -  Her chat with Vikram started conveniently post detective stopping?  Something missing here?

As I had written, Mohan could see that something was troubling his wife and he had a pretty good idea what it was. He hired an agency for two weeks to check on his wife. His thinking was if something was going on it would surely come out within that time. He couldn't engage the agency for very long because a good detective agency was expensive (I did some background checking on this). Fortunately for Bavani she was trying desperately to avoid Vikram at that time and hence she escaped. Would she always be so fortunate? We'll have to wait and see. 

Will Hubby goes into depression. Would love that.  Hubby struggling more and more to please but the mental pain affecting. 
Would Bavani even care about him now that her Body's needs have started to outweigh her rational Senses

clp);

The Husband would have his own struggles as will the wife. The guy having the best of everything for the time being would be Vikram.

Awesome update!

Thank you

Can't wait for the next update...things are getting exciting..

As soon as I can.

Last line "Hi How are you?" was awesome. So Bhavani has decided. Let see how it goes.

Your writing is exceptional. I believe this story will also go to same height as "Why did my wife betray..." emotionally and erotically (even higher).

Thank you. I would be happy if this story too gets the same positive response as "My wife, why did she betray me."

Please dont make us wait too long for the next update..

I am almost completing the Tamil Version of 'The Impact of Lust'. I was writing the second last episode the last few days and so I couldn't write anything on this story. Soon I will finish it (though I take a bit longer to write in Tamil then in English) and then I can fully concentrate on this story. I started yesterday and have just finished an update that I'm going to post now.

My thanks to all of you who had taken the trouble to comment. Comments are the tonic needed to continue to write.

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Chapter 13 – continued

 
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Not knowing why my cock had jerked so much in her mouth Girja looked at my face inquiringly with my rod still grasped by her lips. I gestured to her as if to say it was nothing and she carry on. Girja became busy once more in painting my cock which was in her mouth with her tongue. Meanwhile I was pondering what to reply. This was so unexpected, happily so, and I was so excited my thoughts were not coherent. I was only vaguely aware that my neighbours wife was slurping on my erect shaft.
 
After some thought I replied, ‘how can I be good.’
There was no reply for a minute then it indicated she was typing. ‘Why’ was her question.
‘You are cruel.’ I wrote.
“Ohh??’
‘Yes you tortured me’
‘How?’ she asked.
‘Not talking replying to me.’
 
Bavani was silent after this so I wrote. ‘I missed you so much, couldn’t sleep at night.’
 
While sending the message I was tousling Girja’s hair as she pulled back my foreskin completely and was just tonguing the sensitive bud. Girja was a skilled cocksucker who knew how to please a man. She was doing it so well and it gave me so much of pleasure but still I wished it was Bavani who was here doing that to my cock. Bavani’s beautiful doe like eyes looking at my face as her soft lips grasped my hot flesh would be so much better now. The good thing was she had finally contacted me so it was only a matter of time before what I wished became true.
 
‘Sorry Vikram .. understand my situation .. what can I do.’ She finally replied.
 
As I was debating with myself on what I should put as a reply to her another message came from her. ‘Torture wasn’t for you alone.’
 
I was elated when I read that. There must have been a real battle within her between her sense of caution and morals on one side and her lust and desire on the other. It must have been a real struggle for her to have resisted her desires for more than two months. I was impressed with her resolve. It would have been relatively easier for a woman who hadn’t strayed yet or tasted the forbidden pleasures to resist temptation especially when she was far away from the person who was attempting to tempt her but for someone like Bavani who had already cheated on her husband once and had enjoyed sexual pleasures she had never experienced before (this I guessed from the way she enjoyed our mating and the words she blabbered when passion fully overtook her) to then resist for so long showed how lucky I was in being able to have seduced her at the wedding in such a short time. Everything then must have worked in my favour. The fact she messaged me now indicated that finally desire had overcome her morals. Without expressly saying so she had indicated she needs me to satisfy her desires. The thing about trying to suppress one’s desires is that if you succeed then everything is well and good but if you are unable to then the suppressed feelings would burst out with double the emotions. This time when I make love to Bavani her repressed passions would overwhelm her and the fornication would be unbelievably enjoyable … for both. This time there would be no need to hurry or restrain ourselves in any way. This time we are more familiar with each other’s body, each of us know what the other likes .. wants.
 
‘I couldn’t concentrate on work or anything .. always thinking only of you of us together.’ I sent and waited for her response.
 
Girja was now taking my testes in her mouth and fondling it with her tongue while stroking my cock. I needed that in the mood I was in as I chatted with my beautiful lover.
 
‘I regret ever meeting you.’ She sent.
 
‘Don’t say that darling .. meeting you was the best thing to happen to me.’ I replied.
 
She just sent an emoji of a smiling face.
 
‘Do you really regret meeting me’
 
‘hmm no but before I had no complications .. everything was smooth.’
 
‘and now’ I asked.
 
‘lamenting like this and shamelessly chatting with you.’
 
Poor woman she must have really been undergoing suffering. If only she was the type to enjoy with another man casually and forget about it the next minute and continue to act normally with her family she would be feeling like this. For a woman like that casual sexual affairs are something to be enjoyed and forgotten thereafter and then behave to her husband and kids as if nothing had happened. But for a woman like Bavani battling with guilt is the price she had to pay for pleasure derived out of marriage. Don’t worry darling I thought to myself. The next time we meet I promise you that you won’t be lamenting with confusion and heartache like this, your lamenting would be in pleasure.
 
‘For me too same .. If I didn’t meet a beautiful woman called Bavani I won’t suffer like this.’
 
‘Okay for you .. I have husband and kid. Not the same.’
 
A little later she sent ‘Yet I keep thinking of you.’
 
She had directly admitted that she misses me and wants me. I was sure now that I would enjoy all the types of things I want to do with her. Wonderful, I have to keep her in this mood.
 
‘In a way same for me .. if you had no husband and kid I can always be with you.’
 
There was no reply from her for a while. Meanwhile Girja was now licking my chest. She bit my nipple and sucked on it. Finally, a message came.
 
‘Knowing I have husband and child you still wanted my body didn’t you.’
 
Oh no, she shouldn’t be thinking like this .. what reply should I put? Hmm… then I decided to type a long reply. ‘I’m ready to accept you even now. I’m stopping so you don’t suffer. I’m sure you won’t like your family or son to be affected.’
 
Again, a minute of no reply then, ‘why do you make me suffer like this.’
 
What reply can I say for this? ‘Why do you have to be so beautiful.. I suffer without you.’
 
I suddenly realised that Girja had stopped doing everything and was sitting on my hip and was looking at me strangely. I signaled to her to wait a while.
 
‘You fraud .. nobody needs to teach you how to talk.’
 
‘Bavani I love to hear your voice .. can I call you.’
 
‘No ..no .. he’s sleeping beside me . Okay he’s moving in his sleep don’t message anymore.’
 
‘Can I call tomorrow morning’
 
There was no reply from her. I waited for her minutes passed still no reply. Maybe she had gone to sleep? Then finally a message came. ‘Okay good night.’
 
‘Good night my love’ I replied.
 
Oh yes, everything was going beautifully. That beautiful wife of Mohan is going to pleasure me again very soon. I was very happy. I pulled Girja onto my body and kissed her hard. “Mount my cock and fuck me baby,” I said happily.
 
“Who was messaging to you just now?” Girja asked as she held my cock and placed in at the entrance of her cunt.
 
“A woman I met at the wedding I attended some time ago.”
 
As my hard rod slid into her greasy hole she asked,” Is she married? Did you fuck her?”
 
“The answer to both is yes.”
 
“You bastard … is she good looking? I’ve never seen you this happy not even the times when you hear my husband is going away and you and I are going to fuck that night.”
 
Girja was now riding my cock like a cowgirl as she spoke. Girja always had a complex that though she had a great body she wasn’t particularly beautiful. If I make her jealous she would fuck with abandon tonight to prove how good she was in bed. All I had to do was tell her the truth.
 
“She looks like an angel but boy is she sexy too. Like seeing an angel in a skimpy bikini.”
 
I could see Girja’s face changing. I was getting the desired reaction. She leaned forward and started kissing me fiercely. Her hips banged down with all the strength she could muster. “Can she fuck like me huh tell me.”
 
“Let me see how you do today.” Girja dug her nails into my chest as she rode me hard.
 
“Wasn’t her husband there at the wedding,” She gasped as she continued to pound down on my hips.
 
“Yes, he was but it made no difference.”
 
“Bastard .. did you fuck her in front of him?”
 
“In a way I did,” I said as I squeezed her breasts.
 
“He was drunk and I and she fucked right in front of him as was dreaming of me fucking his wife.”
 
“That son of a bitch is a cuckold is he?” She asked as she licked my chest.
 
“No, he suspected I wanted to seduce his wife and he tried to stop it, hence his nightmare that I was fucking her when I actually was drilling her sweet cunt.”
 
“Sweet cunt!! You son of a whore .. isn’t my cunt sweet. Can that slut do this,” Girja said as she tightened her pussy muscles and squeezed my cock.
 
“Not necessary, she had a very tight cunt. Her husband had a small cock just like your husband.”
 
“Rascal he is not small he is normal. What to do if you have such a fat cock.”
 
“You like it that way don’t you,” I said as I pushed my hip up to meet her downward thrusting hip.
 
“How long have you been banging her?” I saw Girja’s nipples get more erect. This was arousing her. In her mind it was about another cohort bitch of a wife enjoying sex with me like she was.
 
“Only at the wedding. She avoided me after that. Only today she has messaged me.”
 
“Poor girl, she can’t be without your cock. The bloody thing so big and thick, how can she not miss it.”
 
“Yes, I’m going to go see her.”
 
“How did you bang her tell me ahh .. ahh..” Girja said as she fondled my balls as my rod plumped the depths of her pussy.
 
“I made her sit on a window sill as I banged her and watched her husband and his relatives drinking not some seventy meters away, totally unaware I was fucking a woman of their family.”
 
“Shit … you cunning devil .. ,” She said as she got off from straddling my body. She went to the window in her bedroom and sat on that sill. “Come here you rogue .. fuck me like you did her.”
 
I liked this. I could well imagine I’m having sex with Bavani again as I drilled Girja’s pussy. As I walked to her Girja caught my swaying cock. “What is her husband’s name, whar’s her name?’
 
“Why do you want to know?”
 
“Just tell me.”
 
“She is Bavani, he’s Mohan.”
 
As Girja fondled my cock she said,” Mohan, your wife Bavani is in love with this magnificent cock. It’s going to stretch your wife’s cunt again very soon.”
 
Girja was trying to arouse my lust too. Maybe she thinks that would make me fuck her more passionately. If that was her thinking then she was definitely right. My cock became as stiff as an iron rod.
 
“Oooh .. your cock has never been this hard for me you bastard. Even thinking of that bitch is making you so hard.”
 
She was stating the obvious. Even the thought that Bavani was ready to sleep with me again had kindled a huge fire of lust in me. “Did you use a condom Vikram or was it bareback?”
 
Girja bent down and sucked on my cockhead before I answered.
 
“No condom .. she didn’t insist and I didn’t bother.”
 
She took her mouth off my penis and asked,” So, you pulled out or finished in her?”
 
“Inside.” Girja grinned at this. “Oh, how deliciously wicked .. Mohan you poor sap, you may soon be raising another man’s child.”
 
“Put your tool inside me now and imagine you are fucking your Bavani like you did that day.”
 
That I did, I shoved in my hard flesh to the hilt inside her cunt and started grunting as I fucked her hard.
 
“Ahh .. your cock is so good fuck me hard baby , my husband Mohan is a wimp .. he can’t satisfy me like you darling,” Girja huskily moaned. She was role playing and it was making the sex absolutely wonderful.
 
Girja was really into her role. After she had come once I carried her, with her legs still wrapped around my waist and fucked her on the bed in missionary position. She came again after another ten minutes or so as I imagined it was Bavani who lay under me. I was getting near and Girja sensed it.
 
“Cum inside me darling .. I’ll make Mohan drink your hot cum.. let him taste a real man’s seed.” That was it, I came in a great gush. “Ohh baby fill your lover .. fill your Bavani .. I’m in heaven.”
 
That night I fucked Girja four times. Sex with her had never been so good and both she and I had to thank Bavani and in a way the cuckolded Mohan for it.
 
She
 
There was an unfathomable happiness within me. Finally, I had contacted him. My resistance had been shattered. The catalyst for that was that very real like dream I had that Vikram had come to my house and had taken me on my marital bed. It made me starkly aware that deep inside I really wanted him and that I had only been fooling myself in wanting to have nothing to do with him anymore. What we had that night was something special. We not only had adulterous sex, that would go away when the passion subsides, we made love, passionate, loving, yearning love. The seeds of desire planted by that cannot be sated with just that one brief affair. I also felt a great burden being removed from me as I didn’t have to struggle with conscience as I was fooling myself.  My husband lay beside me sleeping exhausted after having had sex with me. I looked at him sleeping deeply now. I felt some sympathy and even a little bit of pity for him. He tried, he really tried to give me the type of pleasure that Vikram gave me but to no avail. He had even been able to make me climax a few times in this last two months plus. I would have been very happy and satisfied with his efforts if I had not met Vikram .. not slept with him. But after the earth shattering (for me) like orgasms I’ve had with Vikram these only reminded me of what was missing. The final vestige of my resistance was completely blown away today as I had sex with my husband. I let go of all my self-restraint and closed my eyes and imagined it was Vikram who was on top of me as my husband had intercourse with me. Today the orgasm I had was better than any I had with my husband before just proving I needed Vikram for my pleasure. I then knew I needed the real thing.
 
My husband’s seed was still in my vagina. My husband had finished cleaning himself and was now snoring lightly. I was supposed to go and clean myself but I just lay there not because my body was tired but because my mind was busy. Clarity had come to me. I was sure of what I needed and what I had to do. My infatuation with Vikram, his body, his manhood, with that virile man was still strong within me. I needed the pleasure that only that muscular young body can give to me. Yes, I wanted him, I needed him. There I’ve finally admitted it to myself. He wanted to talk to me. What did he say?? He wanted to hear my voice, well so did I have a great desire to hear him but I couldn’t now. Even reading his messages brought the vision of him strongly in my mind. I could just see his smiling face in my mind. His lips .. how those lips rubbed against mine. The vision of his body and mine pressed together, the vision of his superb love tool entering in my sheath and taking me to a pleasurable world unknown to me before came in my mind. I looked at my husband lying beside me. Well, sleep is all he could do now after his futile efforts to erase Vikram from my mind. Even when he was doing his utmost to give me pleasure I needed to think of Vikram to enjoy full pleasure. To be fair to my husband there was a significant difference between my husband’s manhood and that of Vikram. My husband can’t be blamed for that. It was an accident of nature. I can’t be satisfied with just using my imagination anymore, I needed the real thing. He was the one who could make me leak just by kissing me while my husband couldn’t do that even with his fingers.
 
I went to the bathroom to clean myself. Even as my fingers were cleaning my labia my thoughts of Vikram was still strong in me. How would it be if his thick fingers were now on my labia instead of my own slender fingers. Those memories of his fingers teasing there and making my swollen clit slip out of its hood came rushing back in my mind. How did he know just how much he should suck in my clit, it simply heightened my pleasure like never before. Only his fingers made me realise my vagina walls had so many hidden pleasure points. I needed pleasure again after my emotions had been aroused while chatting with Vikram. Thinking of him made it so easy to enjoy the masturbation. It was only on that day I had seen something as large as his, I learnt that my vagina can accommodate something as big as that. First time a man’s member had gone in so deep. That’s the day I first knew that you can see heaven here on earth too. I enjoyed the paradise a few times that night. I needed to go there again .. not just once more but again and again. Only Vikram could take me there not my husband. While I lie below him his love tool must work its magic in my body. As I rubbed my clit I moaned out Vikram’s name as I reached my orgasm. After that like a good woman I went and lay beside my husband. Soon Vikram would be lying beside me. The next day after my husband and child had left home I worked like the wind to get my chores done. When Vikram calls I don’t want any distractions. I sat on my bed waiting for his call.