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Had come to the English section after sometime and saw that someone had recently commented on my story 'My wife, why did she betray me.' Out of curiosity I went through some of the last few comments on that story. That was when I realized I was due to write a translation of my Tamil story Avan, Aval, Purushan, which translates to He, She, Husband. This was supposed to happen after the translation of my other story 'A wife's Anxiety'. But I ended up writing a story under the thriller genre titled 'The Impact of Lust.' I now decided that I would write this story as I have not written any story in English for quite sometime. I started the translation today and probably will be able to post the first episode in a couple of days or so. This story in Tamil had good response from the readers. Hopefully it would be the same in English.

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As I had mentioned before, this story would be told in the perspective of the different main characters in it.

 
He, She, Husband
 
Prologue
 
Place: A huge bungalow. The place was full of people with everyone appearing to be busy. The next day was the wedding of the daughter of the owner of that house. The house was teeming with relatives and friends of the family of the bride. Among them some of the people while carrying out the task assigned to them were also taking care of their own 'business.' That 'business' was actually slyly ogling the many attractive teenagers and women that were there. By women, not all of them were young unmarried women. Among the women who were being ogled were the more attractive among the married women ranging from their mid-twenties to early forties. Though this was mainly being done by the young men there it was not restricted only to them. There were quite a few older 'gentlemen' who were admiring the voluptuous figures of the females there. This ogling was not restricted to the males there, there were a few women who stole admiring glances at the young sturdy men there.
Now to the narration in the view of the various protagonists in this story.
 
Chapter 1 – Intrigue at a wedding
 
Husband
 
Where is that rogue ..hmm .. there he is. That rascal.. rogue is still up to his antics. There were so many young attractive women roaming around the place yet that donkey seems to have eyes only for my wife. There were many of the friends of the bride and the young daughters of the relatives of the bride’s family here. Among them quite a few were very attractive. That being so, yet he seems to be ignoring them and only has his eyes on my wife. He couldn’t be anymore than 25 or 26 years old, that would mean he would be just two to three years younger than her. I’m aware that some young men are attracted to women (aunties) who are older to them. Was he one of them? I myself am at a quandary.  Should I be proud that my wife is glamorous enough to attract a young man or be resentful at him for leering at her. I can’t fault his taste. My wife was indeed very beautiful but why am I getting this uneasy feeling just because a random guy was admiring her. Yet deep within me I knew the reason. That was because of the young man who was surreptitiously assessing all my wife’s womanly assets. He was around six feet who was seemingly well muscled. That was evident despite the loose T-shirt he wore. Compounded to that, he was ruggedly handsome too. All in all, a hugely attractive specimen of male virility. What woman would not be pleased by the attention of such a man. But would that apply to his wife too? Would he be able to seduce my wife if he made a move on her? No, no … with the crowd in this place there was no chance of that happening. On top of that this wedding will be over in two days and there was going to be no opportunity of meeting him after that. Besides that, how can I have such a low opinion of my wife’s character that I could possibly imagine her giving in to his seduction. I cursed myself for this lack of belief in my own wife. My train of thoughts were disturbed by my what I suddenly observed. My wife had bent down to pick up a plate from the floor. At that time my wife’s generous breasts were exposed dangling tightly in the confines of her blouse and that bastard was staring at it as if wanting to gobble them in his mouth. My wife was an idiot, immersed in her duties without even being aware of what was happening around her. I slowly walked up to her and softly told her,”Bavani, look out your body is being exposed, there are people watching,” before moving away.
 
She
 
After my husband said that to me and moved away I immediately covered my body with the loose end of my saree. I looked around casually to see who had been observing me. Everyone seemed to be immersed in their own occupation. As I was asking myself why did my man say that, I suddenly noticed him. He was not engaged in any tasks and was simply talking with his friends but I noticed that his eyes would dart in my direction every now and then. For a few seconds his eyes locked on to mine. He was very bold. He made no effort to look away. There was a small smile playing on his lips. Was that smile because of something his friends were saying or directed at me? My natural instinctive reaction was to return the smile of someone smiling at me. Suddenly realising that I was smiling at a stranger who I had no introduction of, I immediately looked away and pretended to be busy with what I was doing. It was only after the warning from my husband that I became aware that I had an admirer among the men here. Otherwise I would have been simply busy with what I had been doing.  Now being aware of him I couldn’t help myself from taking secretive glances at him to see what he was doing. Does he really find me so attractive? I know that I am beautiful, my saying that was not arrogance, merely a statement of fact. But still there were so many attractive women here, yet why he is attracted to someone like me? I could see that he was probably a little younger than me and there were attractive women suitable to his age. Besides I was a mother of a four years old son and yet I was more attractive to him over everyone else.
 
Knowing that I had a secret admirer made my heart flutter. After over six years of married life how can I react in this way I scolded myself. That’s how it started. I don’t know why but I started observing him without him knowing. For all I know he was doing the same thing. I had the more difficult of the task between the two of us. He had only to be careful that I did not see him observing me but I had to not only hide my actions from him but also from my husband. I saw that many young women voluntarily make the effort to talk to him. That was to be expected as he was certifiably on the hunk category. Among the women was an especially attractive young girl who seemed to take every opportunity to speak to him. She was a close friend and classmate of the bride. She was so good looking that all the young men there were taking every effort so that she would notice them but she seemed to have only eyes for my admirer. He seemed to ignore the attentions of even such a beautiful young girl. (truth be said her looks matched or even surpassed mine). This made me very proud. I didn’t take this very seriously. This feeling of being admired was just a boost for my ego and felt good. Let him admirer me for all he wants. After this marriage ceremony was over we were very unlikely to ever meet again. That too would be for the good because something told me that this could be a dangerous fellow. What could he possibly do in these two days? I had not lacked for admirers in my college days. That was something that I was used to and took for granted. It gave me satisfaction in seeing the lovelorn young men aching for my favour. But that was then. After my marriage all that was in the past. Though I still got looks from some men but it was not to the extent it was before. Maybe deep down I missed all those attentions I used to get. I consoled myself that this was the reality of routine married life. Now this young man seems to be smitten by my looks. What was gratifying was that this young man was a virile hunk who could have had the pick of the young women here who were giving him positive signals of their interest. I just wanted to enjoy this unexpected attention thinking no harm is going to come from this. It could even be fun to engage in some harmless flirting. What I didn’t know then was so many things could happen within the two days and maybe not even that long.  Situations could change in a matter of hours.
 
He
 
God, how sexy she is. Just the type of voluptuous woman that rings my bell. If I can get this woman I’m sure there will be no end to the pleasures that await me. Such a lovely face and a body to match. Added to that is a touch of sexiness that promises much in bed. All that is causing a reaction in my groin just at the sight of that enchanting female. Yes, she was a bit older. That was reflected in that slight fleshiness at the hips where a fold of flesh was debating whether to make an appearance or not. But that only added to her desirability. That soft and smooth flesh at the hips glistening with the sweat due to her exertions make me want to lick and taste its saltiness. Just because the sweat was from those delectable hips I think even the saltiness would taste sweet to me. God, thinking like this is making my cock harden. She was totally unaware that I was ogling her with lust in my heart and an erection in my pants. I was pondering on the ways that I could attract her attention my way. But she was totally immersed in the tasks for the preparations of the wedding. Well it was like that till her husband walked up to her and spoke something softly to her. It was after that that she started looking around casually and caught me looking at her. I was not going to waste this god given opportunity so I smiled in a friendly manner to her. She instinctively returned my smile but she immediately turned away. I could see that she was a little flustered. However, what started happening subsequently was what caused happiness and hope within me. She too started observing me in what she must have thought to be secretively but I was well aware of it. What was more pleasing was that she was careful that her husband was not aware of what she had started doing.
 
I blessed her husband in my thoughts. He had done something good for me, albeit unintentionally. Now I have to play my cards right. She must be made aware that I find her to be the most alluring woman among the many attractive women there. I wanted to show that I was so enchanted by her beauty that I was oblivious to the charms of all the other women around. Like all women she too would probably be very pleased that she had such an effect on a man. Especially being an older woman (though only by a couple of years or so) and married too, this attention would be a boost to her ego and would make her feel proud of her beauty. Truth be told, there was a friend of the bride here whose looks surpassed hers. Moreover, she had indicated her interest in me in the way she had spoken to me. Ordinarily I would have responded to her but for the presence of this sexy housewife. With the bride’s friend the maximum that would have happened is an exchange of phone numbers for now. This may eventually lead to a serious relationship between us but for now I wouldn’t get anything. With this housewife however the possibilities are plenty. Getting her is not going to be easy. There were many things against that happening. For one she and I would only be here for two days so making something happen in this short time is highly unlikely. Then there is her husband who is also here. Pulling the wool over his eyes and seducing his wife is going to be an immense task. Thirdly this place was teeming with people, so hoodwinking everyone is another big headache. Finally, the woman could be quite happy in her married life and has no interest in straying from her marriage vows. Therefore, me succeeding in seducing her would be one in a hundred. But as they say if you don’t buy the ticket then you are not going to strike the lottery.
 
Having said all this, the reward if I were to somehow succeed against all odds is an intensely thrilling experience. Seducing a woman while her husband is there and then enjoying her with danger all the while surrounding us because of the number of people present in the house is something that I would never forget. The nature of this clandestine coupling itself would make the sex immensely satisfying. Also, looking at her beauty and sexiness I had this feeling that sex with her would definitely be memorable. The only this that gave me a sliver of hope was that she seemed to welcome my attention. You have a chance Vikram, so be very careful and play your cards right I told myself. You have to work fast but at the same time be smart and discreet. The two women with whom you had sex with before can’t hold a candle to this beautiful housewife. Seducing her would be the peak of your achievement Vikram, I encouraged myself. All these notions are well and good but first I need to approach her, get to know her, but how? I was thinking hard on this. That’s when, unexpectedly the how of this became evident to me.
 
A woman in her mid-thirties approached her and said,” Hey Bavani, your son wants Horlicks right now. I’m a bit busy at the moment so can you please make him a cup?”
 
At that time her son ran up to her and hugged her around her waist. “Please Ma, I’m also hungry, can you give me some biscuits too?”
 
“At the time of breakfast, you refused to eat properly and now when I’m busy you come and disturb me,” she scolded her son. But from the tone of her voice I could deduce that she was very fond of her son. Not only was she beautiful but her voice was mellifluous too. I wondered how she would sound when she was moaning in pleasure. Well, I hope I can find that out too.
 
Now I got to know that her name was Bavani. Her son seems to be around three to four years old. He is going to be the key for me to get to know his mom. How strange that would be. A son unknowingly helping a stranger to pluck his mother’s chastity. Already a plan was formulating in my mind on the next step to take. I watched as she walked away leading her son towards the kitchen. The sensuous sway of her hips and fleshy globes of her buttocks with every step she took made me unconsciously rub my groin. Then something that was totally unexpected happened. As she was about to enter into the kitchen she casually turned around to look back. Was she looking for her husband or was she looking for me? Was this a totally casual happening or did she do that on purpose. Her husband was at the far end of the left side of the hall but her eyes were not in that direction but rather looking towards where I was. It may have been that she did not know where her husband was and that she was scanning the room to locate him. But deep down I didn’t think that was the case. Once more our eyes locked, once more I smiled at her. Once again she quickly turned away and swiftly walked into the kitchen and disappeared from my sight. That few seconds of connection between us made my cock become fully erect and strain against the confines of my boxers. I rubbed my cock once more. Calm down boy, there maybe a delectable feast for you yet before we leave this place.

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If you are writing so well in English, I am sure your Tamil works would have been even better.

THANK YOU SO MUCH, BLESS YOU FOR THIS SOCIAL SERVICE.

Repped You.



* Must learn Tamil this year at least , Any suggestions for online free classes?

Actually I struggle more in Tamil. It's easier for me in English.

Great start and an awesome narration, bro.. Hope it goes beyond our imaginations.. It surely has the potential to be a hit story..
Reps added.. Keep going.. All the very best!

Also, a small request.. just read some parts of the tamil version now. If you can, please change the first attempt by Vikram on her while drying the clothes. Like he don't directly talk about wanting her. But nature take the motion on its own (like in the crowded area before). Hope you understand..

I had forgotten what I had written as it was some time ago except for the outline of the story. I am translating as I read the Tamil version. There are changes here and there in this version. I haven't read what you were referring to and I don't have recollection of what I had written either. When I come to the point I'll keep your suggestion in mind and see what I can do.

Fantastic beginning, pl continue and try to post big update pl

I'll try but I will try posting more frequently if I can't make it big updates.

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Chapter 1 - Intrigue at a wedding (continued)

 
Husband
 
I expected that my wife would be more careful henceforth and therefore felt a sense of relief. But that didn’t last for more than an hour. Suddenly I saw that rascal holding my son’s hand and entering the main hall. My son was holding an ice cream cone in his other hand. My son’s cherubic face had a broad smile of happiness. The rascal and my son were heading straight to where my wife was.
 
“Mummy look here, this uncle bought me ice cream,” my son said innocently. It was only I who had suspicions of his motive. I was well aware of how attractive my wife was and she easily captured the attention of many men. My wife however had always ignored them. That had always been reassuring to me. I knew by comparison I had the looks of an ordinary man. The only plus point for me was that I had a high income.
 
“Avinash, lunch would be ready anytime now. If you eat ice cream now how will you eat lunch?” my wife scolded my son.
 
Then turning to him she gently admonished him,” Why did you do this? You shouldn’t have bought him ice cream now.”
 
That rascal replied,” So sorry about that. The kids were all wanting ice cream so I bought one for everyone.” If so then why did he come back only with my son. It was clear to me that the reason was my wife.
 
Turning to my son he said,” Avinash, you shouldn’t make problem for you mom, you should eat your lunch properly, okay?”
 
My son was so happy at getting his ice cream that he readily agreed. “Sure uncle, I’ll be a good boy and eat my lunch.” Then turning to his mom,” Mummy don’t worry. I will eat lunch when you call me.”
 
As if I was coming over there casually I slowly walked to where they were. In the meanwhile, as the other kids called my son to play with them he ran off to join them leaving my wife and that rascal. As they started talking I got to join them then and did not give him much time alone with my wife. As I reached them I heard my wife thanking him for having bought ice cream for my son.
 
Noticing me she told him,” Oh my husband is here. This is my husband Mohan,” she introduced me to him. “This is ???” not knowing his name she looked at him questioningly.
 
He himself came forward to introduce himself. “Hello sir, I’m Vikram,” he said putting out his hand.
 
Reluctantly I shook his proffered hand. His grip was very strong. Was he trying to prove his strength to me … or is this his way of sending out a challenge, namely his manhood is superior to mine?  Or it could be that this was just his normal way of shaking hands and I was unnecessarily reading too much into it. Needless to say, I was in a confused state.
 
What I wanted to say to him was,” You scoundrel, how dare you ogle my wife so blatantly but instead I said,” Nice meeting you bro, are you working or still studying?
 
“I’m working sir. I’m employed at a big IT firm in Bangalore.”
 
Hearing that made me a bit happy. After these two days we probably won’t see him again. He is unlikely to come to Coimbatore where we were living. I have to carefully keep an eye out on him for the two days.
 
“You are here on the bride’s side or groom’s side?” I asked him.
 
“The bride is my friend’s sister sir,” he replied.
 
“Good .. good .. I’m sure you will be doing your part to ensure your friend’s sister’s wedding goes on smoothly without any hitch.” I was indirectly warning him not to cause any trouble in his friend’s family’s wedding. The broad smile on his face showed that he understood my warning. It also showed that he was completely untroubled by the warning.
 
I realised that while I was talking, my wife’s eyes were on him all the time. Was she just being polite by looking at him because of being in a conversation with him? Or was there some other reason? I could finally observe him close up. What I saw was disturbing. He was tall, broad of shoulders and lean of waist. His biceps visible below the sleeves of his T-Shirt showed how well defined the muscles must be in the rest of his body. Added to that he had strong jaws, sharp nose and high cheek bones, all in all a rugged but handsome face. My wife too would not have missed all these manly features. Would she get attracted to him? Would his open admiration of her beauty be a seductive influence within her? What I knew then was these two days were going to be very uncomfortable to me.
 
She
 
I him and he I had been indirectly and secretly observing each other all this time. I didn’t expect that he would be standing right in front of me like this. I had a little trepidation within me in talking to him but I hid that well. It would have been embarrassing if I had stammered. It would have showed how much I was affected by his presence. The self-belief in his face, the bold smile …. almost with a touch of arrogance and the way his openly displayed the desire when he looked at me was enough to make any woman uncomfortable. Added to that the animal sexuality exuded by him because of his countenance and body was causing a turmoil in my heart and mind that had not happened to me since I was an impressionable teenager. Being in the presence of a man with such raw virility was making my heart beat faster than it should because of a stranger. It was only such a short time ago that after my husband’s warning I had started observing him. Till that time, I wasn’t even aware of his presence here. But how could he be having this effect on me within this time? Yes, I can admit he has all the attributes that a hunk of a man should have but that is no reason for that to cause this reaction within a faithfully married woman like me. Maybe that was the cause of this trepidation, could be that deep within me I feared he would prove a challenge to my faithfulness.
 
Don’t behave like a teenager I warned myself. It is not like this was a sudden case of divine love. His hunger would only be for my body. This was nothing new to me. I had that effect on boys first and then men from my teenage years till now. But the reverse hadn’t been true. The efforts made to impress and attract me had no effect except maybe I was mildly amused by it. But now, this young man, who was probably younger to me, was making me be flustered like a virgin meeting an eligible young man for the first time. I have to admit, I was attracted to this fellow …this Vikram but why? Who can explain why there is an instant strong attraction between certain people? That is the nature of human emotions … unexplainable. It could also be that with routine and boredom that is natural after some years of marriage, I had deep down yearned for some excitement in my life again. It could be that coupled with this instant attraction to Vikram (yes, I started calling him by name in my mind) that’s causing this turbulence on my emotions. Whatever maybe the reason, I have to fight against it. That would be the right thing to do. I can’t jeopardise my marriage and family life for a meaningless fling that would give short temporary pleasure.
 
I reminded myself, Vikram would want your body. He would want to use you for his pleasure and discard you after that. He wouldn’t care what happens to you or your family after he has had his way with you. Have some pride for yourself Bavani, I scolded myself. You are not some cheap woman to fall so easily to the trap set by some morally deficient lothario. You will only be probably seeing him in this these days, are you so weak that you would fail in your marriage vows in such a short time I told myself. Luckily my husband was also with me at this time. I felt a certain comfort and protection with him being with me. We spoke for a short while more. When he spoke to me his eyes would fleeting dart down to my breasts before looking at my face again. This movement of his eyes were so rapid that I hoped my husband would not notice that. I almost wanted to check if the top of my saree was properly covering the top of my blouse. I didn’t want any inadvertent display of cleavage to him. I know that my breasts were an asset to my charm. They were ample and firm and milky. But my faulting him for assessing my body was hypocrisy. I had unknowingly been assessing him too. To keep his body the way it was he must be serious in his workout I thought to myself. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans. Just once I did something I shouldn’t have. Something that made me ashamed as soon as I did it. For just a couple of seconds I could not stop myself from glancing at where his groin was. Was I trying to make out how packed he was? Wouldn’t a woman do that only if she had decided she was ready to mate with that man? He must have been having a hardon as he was conversing with us because even in that couple of seconds I could see a distinct bulge there ….. and … and … it was substantial. What was worse was that Vikram had caught me doing that. Again, that smile, with a touch of arrogance. As we parted I purposely held my husband’s hand as I walked. It was to show him that I was close to my husband and he meant nothing to me. I glanced at my husband’s face. This was the man for me. He would be the only one to look after and protect me throughout my life. Vikram … he was fascinating but he was pure danger. The way a king cobra ready to strike was fascinating but you would not want to go near it. My husband denoted dependability and steadiness, Vikram denoted recklessness and danger. What I did not want to think about and sought to bury deep inside my mind is that dependability and steadiness though desirable in life and what one would want to have, it also reflected tedium. Recklessness and danger denoted excitement. At least once or twice in our life we would like to experience true excitement. The memories of that would be cherished but often times not sought to recreate.
 
He
 
Seeing her close up was something else. From a distance she looked beautiful enough but close up she was an absolute enchantress. Seeing her naturally reddish rose petals like lips move as she spoke made it difficult for me to control myself. I so much wanted to just grab her by those curved hips and suck on those juicy lips. As her lips opened and closed as she spoke I was imagining those soft lips gripping down on my hard, erect tubular flesh. That caused my cock to swell to its full dimensions and strain hard against my pants to get release. With that gorgeous woman right in front of me it refused to go down till I left.
 
“Hey, gorgeous housewife. The ice cream cone I bought was just for your son but the cone you have to suck and taste is waiting for that impatiently inside my pants,” I thought to myself as I innocently smiled at her. That too if my ‘cone’ was the first one to ever enter her mouth that would be deliriously pleasurable.
 
“Surely your husband’s cock won’t be as big as mine …. so, won’t be so thrilling to suck,” I thought with a little pride. I know god has generously blessed me in that regard. I was thinking this, as now, after seeing her close up I was more determined than ever to make this chaste housewife my adulterous lover.
 
My imagination was running wild. Would she have hair on her pussy I wondered. I hoped that she would have at least a little. Black pubic hair contrasting against the fair skin of a woman like her had its own charm and sexiness. The thrill would be to run my fingers through the hair to reach her wet inner lips. Surely the lips below must also be the same rosy red as the lips above. While talking to her husband my eyes were openly appreciating the beautiful voluptuous body of his wife. I didn’t care if he knew that or not. Even if he became aware that I desired his wife so what. If he was man enough let him try and stop it. Him being aware posed an increased challenge but conquering his wife in spite of that would make the conquest even more pleasurable. Another titillating thought entered my mind. I must fuck his wife without him knowing but at the same time he must have suspicion that his wife had lost her chastity to me. He must go through suffering not knowing if his wife had opened her legs for me or not. This is a long-time desire of mine. Whenever a husband sees me he must suffer in jealousy not knowing if his wife had slept with me or not. He must be in a quandary not being certain and because of that not being able to confront his wife on that because of the backlash in case his wife was innocent. That would be something that would disturb his peace of mind throughout his life. Even if he were to confront his wife without evidence there would be another problem for him. Since he didn’t know for sure, he knew that his wife would simply deny it. Which woman would confess to straying from her marriage vows when there was no need to do so.
 
It would be wonderful if this was the case with Mohan. The poor guy would henceforth always suffer. Every time he looks at his wife there would be a nagging doubt in his mind on her faithfulness. When he has sex with his wife he would always wonder if the lips he was kissing had been tasted by my lips. Worst still if those lips had been wrapped around my cock. When his puny (in my mind) cock enters her pussy, he would suffer as he imagines my cock spreading open those same pussy lips as it invades his wife’s pleasure chamber. While talking with her husband I was thinking in my mind ‘I have a big cock but looking at you I don’t think you have. Your wife is simply going to love it as my hard rod ploughs into the wet folds of her cunt. She is going to scream in pleasure as my cock digs in again and again going in to places where your small rod would have never reached. Even when she goes back home she is never going to be able to forget my cock or the fucking she got from me. Sex with you is never going to be enough for her after that. When I first started ogling her I always knew in my mind that seducing her is going to be a very long shot. I started my moves with very little hope and even worse expectations but now confidence was surging in me. Bavani was aware that I coveted her and she didn’t seem offended by it. But what gave me the most hope was what she did. Her eyes had very quickly glanced at my groin. I already had been having a huge hardon and my bulge would have been obvious. Even in that fleeting second I saw her eyes widen. No woman would have done that if she didn’t also have a desire for illicit sex whether she was aware of it or not. Now I knew I had a real chance and I was going to try my utmost to get into her panties.
 
“I’m going to fuck your wife that too she is going to want it too with her whole heart and nothing you do is going to stop it,” I threw this challenge to him in the look I gave him but of course he was not to know that.
 
What I actually said to him was,” It was a pleasure in getting to know the both of you.” But in actual fact all the pleasure was in getting to know his wife Bavani.  

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Good to know that you're reconstructing it instead of translating. Hoping you will make some nice changes also in the sudden behaviour of Bhavani.. Keep going, bro..

Will be trying to do that. 

THIS HUNK:  What a sinister cruel intention - rather than just fucking and leaving the wifey , he also wants a life long suffering for hubby

Pure devil D:) 

Marvelous update. Another Rep I added for you.

Eager to see how Vikram uses Wifey's kid, hubby and other players to achieve his goal of bedding wifey and ravaging her

clp);

Yes, He wants the thrill that comes from pushing a husband into a dilemma on the loyalty of his wife to him.

Finally a new story from Game40It. Huge fan here!!.
Your stories bring out the absolute carnal desires within an individual.

Keep it Cumming !!!

Thank You. Hope for your continued support and comments. 

Just sharing a thought I had morning today on how story would have ended:   :)

So Hubby is following Vikram. He is doing so as he see's his wifey also going in same direction as Vikram
Suddenly their kid disturbs hubby and asks to go to bathroom. Hubby takes the kid, finishes off and when about to follow his kid out the door, he hears some moaning
Hubby realizes these are sexual moans and stays back in toilet [occupying one of the rooms]to listen to the moans
The action takes place for 30 min and the moans gradually became sexual screams


Soon Hubbly comes out and puts a under maintenance sign outside, asks his kid to wait even longer and safely now is wanking out his tiny tool based on what he is hearing.
Hubby has emptied all his sack multiple times and totally exhausted. Hubby comes out of bathroom and looking like someone with severe case of Diarrhea
He removes the under maintenance signage and takes his kid to a set near the bathroom
After few minutes, He is shocked to see Vikram coming out of same bathroom. So Hubby concludes, it was Vikram who was fucking
Hubby is interrupted by wedding folks and end up calling his wife to come and be present in front of marriage
Wifey says she is in bathroom and will be out shortly.


Hubby waits patiently with his kid arranging his dress/combing his hair etc and by chance turns around towards the bathroom
Hubby is shocked to see his wife there in front of Men's bathroom door - just where Vikram was standing few minutes ago
Wifey looks all tired, hair kumkum washed away, few red areas noticed near neck/hips/back/hands.
Hubby asks what and wifey says she is having some allergic reaction and went to wash her face and freshen up
Wifey questions Hubby's tired look and Hubbly says something on lines of stomach upset


Both stand in front and get the wedding done. 
But Hubby is doubtful that it was his wifey inside the bathroom. Neither can he question her nor confirm.
He is never the same from that day onwards.

Nice imagination.  Thank you for the effort.

superrrr

Thanks

Very nice story

Thanks

Wonderful bro

Thanks

Nice start, once I tried to translate the Tamil version using google to read it in English as I was addicted to Game40it stories. But the translation was pathetic, and I discarded the idea. Thanks, brother, for doing that thing yourself. Keep rocking.

I know, google translation has it's limitations though it has improved somewhat over time. Hope to entertain all of you again

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Chapter 2 – She wages a losing battle.

She
 
Before this Vikram only used to let his eyes roam all over my body from afar but now since he had got my intro he made it a point to come and talk with me every now and then. He seemed to have all sort of excuses to come to where I was. I must admit though that I was not irritated by his frequent interruptions in fact after some time I was looking forward to it. There were a lot of tedious preparations that needed to be done for a wedding ceremony. I was assigned to do some things which I had no option but to do. Not only that but I liked the feeling of getting a lot of attention from a young man. Especially when that young man was such a good looking and charming man. I kidded myself that the reason I welcomed his interruptions was that he was very humorous and this helped to overcome the boredom of doing the tasks I had to. I tried not to laugh too much at his jokes and comments. I was aware that my husband must also be watching us. I didn’t want to be upsetting him. I knew that Vikram was flirting outrageously with me but I didn’t mind that. This was just some harmless fun and this isn’t going to lead to anything or so I thought. Time would show me how utterly wrong I was. Rarely it happens that a man would look at a woman in a certain way that the woman instantly recognises. It is a look that says that he is smitten with her. It is a look that tells her that he finds her to be the most attractive woman he has ever met.  Which woman wouldn’t be pleased that a man feels this way about her? At the same time a man seeing another man looking at a woman like that would know what’s on that man’s mind.  I saw such a look from Vikram when he let his guard down. So, if my husband were to see Vikram looking at me like that he would have understood Vikram’s intentions. I hoped that Vikram would be discreet when my husband was around. I already think that my husband is suspicious of Vikram.
 
On my part my inner reaction to this was causing me concern. When Vikram would make humorous comments that would make me smile. I would also reply in kind. In a way it showed to Vikram that I welcomed the attention he was giving me. I was basking in the warm glow of his adulation. There was also difference in my behaviour when my husband was watching and when he was not around. When my husband was around my behaviour was a bit constrained but when he was not around it was as if I was encouraging Vikram’s attention.  Another thing was Vikram would every now and then let his eyes briefly run over my exposed hips, my breasts while talking with me and often when he looked at me I could see the lust in his eyes. As a married woman I should have been offended and angry. I felt none of that instead it caused a pleasant agitation within me. This was a young man who I couldn’t get angry with. I had a tough time hiding from him (and my husband), this feeling of liking that I had for him. Was it that while he could have had the pick of the women who were present here he seemed to have eyes only for me? So many girls attempted to flirt with him with him here but he wanted to flirt only with me. Once again he was walking towards me. He was taking advantage of the fact that my husband and the bride’s uncle had gone out to do some urgent purchasing.
 
“You are always busy you know. All you have to do is ask me and I’ll do anything for you,” he said with a smile.
 
“It’s okay, I can manage, thank you,” I replied.
 
“It’s not that, you seemed to be burdened with a lot to do. That’s why I offered to help.”
 
“It’s no problem for me, there are others who need help, why don’t you help them.”
 
“No use helping others, if I help you I could get something that I like very much,” he said with a mischievous smile.
 
I was shocked at his boldness. What did he think I was? All he had to do was make some moves and like a cheap woman I would fall for him? I was squatting on the floor and doing some arrangements. “Whaat?? I said as I got up and stared at him.
 
It was not only his words that caused me to react in this manner. As I had been squatting his eyes had been fixated at my cleavage. He was staring at my ripe flesh as if he wanted to feast on them there and then. He was wetting his lips with his tongue. It was as if all he had left to say was directly tell me that only then he could get to taste my hanging fruits. While I was outraged I also could feel my nipples getting erect. Luckily my bra would have prevented him from seeing my stiff pointed nipples pushing against my blouse. If then he would have thought my display of anger was just a sham.
 
“Hey don’t get angry and look at me like that. What I meant was getting your smile as a prize for helping you. You know you have a very beautiful dazzling smile. That smile could light up any room. It would be worth helping you just to see that smile,” he said disarmingly as he flashed a charming smile.
 
My anger dissipated almost immediately. Was I reading too much into what he was saying or doing and over reacting? “Don’t you tease me like that. You say all sorts of nonsense,” I said with a sheepish smile.
 
“I really mean it. Saying your smile was enchanting won’t do justice to it.” I blushed on hearing him say that.
 
“By the way what did you think I was meaning?” This time I definitely knew he was teasing me. How can I tell him what I actually thought he had meant? My face became even redder. “Oh nothing, forget it,” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.
 
It had been so long that someone had complimented me in this sweet manner. Which woman would not succumb to praise and develop a liking for the man complimenting her like that? My husband during the initial year or two after marriage used to do this but now he seemed to be taking me for granted. Oh, why does marriage kill off the romance I thought with regret. It was maybe because as they say man is practical and woman is emotional.
 
Husband
 
It seems like now my fulltime job had become to keeping an eye on that rascal Vikram. It seems that keeping an eye on me also meant keeping an eye on my wife. That was because he took every opportunity he could get to go and talk with my wife. I was seeing a man attempting to seduce my wife right in front of me and I was not in a position to make an issue of it. If I were to make a scene, what was till now only known to the two of us (three?? maybe my wife knows too) would be known to everyone. The embarrassment wouldn’t be only for Vikram but for me and my Bavani too. After that people would snicker secretly when they see us. So, I was feeling helpless. Even when his friends call him to be with them he would somehow find an excuse to go and talk to my wife. As I was a close relative to the bride’s family I too was given some responsibilities that required me to go out every now and then. Therefore, I couldn’t always watch him. Every time he came up to my wife, he would spend no more than two or three minutes. Initially my wife’s responses would be monosyllabic but over time I could see her trying to control her smile at what he was saying but failing to do so. At the beginning she would be immersed in her work and just nod to what he said or just say a word or two. Now their comfortableness together had gone to extend where she would look at his face as she answered. Her smile and sometimes outright laugh at what he had been saying caused a great disturbance within me. I could see he had the gift of the gab to be humorous and interesting, both strong ingredients for successful seduction. This seemed to be true of all scoundrels who were intent in seducing another man’s wife. It could be amusing to see this happen to another man but when it could happen to you only then you would know how distressing it is as I’m knowing now.
 
My only consolation was that with so many people being present around his efforts on getting my wife is unlikely to be successful. However, that didn’t mean I was completely confident that nothing could happen. The look and smile she gave him when he said something to her was the cause of this lack of full confidence. That look and smile indicated to me that she was getting attracted to him. Or on the other hand this was just my overheated imagination because of jealousy and the smile she gave him was just a smile of friendship. This dilemma of not being sure was causing this upheaval in my mind. Knowing for certain what was happening would also help me decide on a clear path of action to stop it. What if I was to tell my wife to stop talking to him? She could get upset and angry with me for doubting her character and faithfulness. Or she could think derisively of me for having such a disgraceful thought about an innocent interaction between two people. At the same time hesitating to take any action because of wanting to show that I am not suspicious and above such low thoughts can in itself become a problem. That scoundrel can take advantage of that to successfully seduce my wife and bed her. For a moment an image of my wife and Vikram being completely naked and lying entwined together in bed. I felt like an ice pick had been plunged into my heart. Even this fleeting image of something that had not happened caused this much pain what if this actually happened between my wife and Vikram. If I ever were to see such a scene I knew that I would fly into a rage. I don’t know what I would be capable of doing at that time. Another chilling thought came to my mind. What if my wife had fallen victim to his charms and had given herself to him without me knowing but at the same time I being aware that a closeness had developed between them? My whole married life would be consumed by my confusion and distress in not being certain if my wife was an adulteress or not. How can my relationship with my wife ever be the same again?
 
He
 
I was much more confident now that I would be getting that sexy voluptuous body for my pleasure. From behaving with a bit of hesitation and doubt with me she was now looking at me with some fondness. I was not so unworldly wise not to recognise that look of a woman. More so she had even started indulging in some light flirting. What I had to do next was to spark her desire. If I had enough time and if I also got the opportunity to frequently spend time with her alone I was certain I would succeed in my intention. But that was the problem, I didn’t have much time and therefore could not make my moves patiently. At the same time on having spent this brief time with her I was certain she was ripe for seduction. Having a fair number of years of married life pass by, with days spent on routine chores and nothing interesting or exciting happing in her life she would be in that vulnerable state of mind for that to happen. She being in this situation it needed a right man to ignite her desires and prompt her to indulge in this deliciously sinful act. I wanted very badly to be that man. Chance and fate had decreed that I should meet this lovely and sexy homemaker and I was not going to miss this chance given to me. I knew that she knew I wanted her. That my efforts were not just out of friendship and that I had ulterior motives. Yet she enjoyed my flirting, liked what I was trying to do. This was the main reason for my confidence.
 
Her husband, poor guy, was stuck in a situation most husbands were stuck with. He was not in a situation to give her all his attention. He had duties and responsibilities both to his family and the organisation he worked for. Like any man he wanted to progress in his career and that would eat into his time. All these responsibilities would be stressful to him. Sometimes when he comes home after a tiring day of work and duty his need for sleep is far greater than his need for sex. Their minds would be pre occupied with worries about their work, career and the future well being of their family. This would be true almost of all responsible husbands. But men like us however has only one thought and one goal. How we are going to get another man’s wife for our pleasure. To put it crudely, how to drive our cocks deep into the pussies of women and rob the chastity of the wives who till that point had been faithful to their husbands. In my experience I have seen that having sex with wives who stray because they wanted sexual satisfaction that they didn’t get at home was mush more pleasurable than at plucking the virginity of a female. There was no comparison at all on which gave you more ecstasy. The body, mouth and cunt of a sex starved experienced wife wins hands down all the time over that of an inexperienced woman. I knew this from personal experience because I had already been involved in two adulterous affairs. When with me there was no hesitation or inhibition in indulging in all lewd actions which they did not want to do with their husbands for fear that he would think of them as being wanton women.  Even leading actresses in phonographic movies would lose to them. The actresses did it for money but these wives did it for pleasure. They don’t fuck only in the bedroom but they will open their cunts and fuck with their lovers in the hall, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the floor, on the sofa, on the dining table etc. They would like to fulfil all their fantasies with their lovers but with their husbands they behave as proper, decent women who only have sex in the appropriate place that is their bedroom.
 
Of the two woman who had been my lovers, one was a forty-years old who for the very first time had sucked a cock when she had sucked mine. My hot load was the very first time she had swallowed sperm. When I asked her why she said she wanted to know how it tasted. The other woman was a thirty three-year old woman gave me her arse hole virginity as my gift for my birthday. But these two women were nothing when compared to Bavani. This was a woman who had the sultry look of suppressed sexuality. Here was a combination of innocence and sexiness, of glamour and earthiness. Her voluptuous body promised much. I wanted to find out how much exactly. I wanted my lips to be pressed tightly against those rosy succulent lips of hers. My tongue must scoop the nectar that was her saliva directly from her tongue. Those soft juicy lips must feel the strength of my stem as they are wrapped around my hard rod. I wanted to discover all her hidden treasures as I slowly undressed her. I wanted to see eyes swoon, her lips gasp and tremble, her face contorted in pleasurable agony as my big tool entered her faithful married honey hole for the first time. The images of all these things happening was so arousing that I felt like going to the restroom and getting immediate relief. But no, I wasn’t going to do that. My hot thick spunk would be released only inside that sexy married woman.
 
She
 
I didn’t expect he would act so forward so fast. All this while our interaction had been limited to him talking to me for a few minutes and walking away. I had become so comfortable with him that I started calling him Vikram while he still addressed me as Mrs. Bavani, or madam. This was only right as after all I was older to him. (though by only two years). For the first time his hand brushed lightly against my hip, as if by accident, as he turned to walk away after speaking to me for a while. But what I felt was that was no accident. He had done that on purpose. Knowing this I should have been more careful the following times he came around. Now his hand or his body brushing against mine was a more frequent occurrence. My reaction amazed even me. I let it happen and did nothing to prevent it and my body would shiver slightly whenever it happened. Thinking that this was all that could possibly happen between us I started enjoying the thrill it was giving me. Tomorrow after the wedding was over, he is going to be somewhere else I’m going to be somewhere else. It was unlikely we would ever meet. We would be nothing to each other then so why not enjoy this small adventure which I was not going to allow to lead to something else anyway. But this Vikram is bold, I give him that. He is able to arouse me with these small ‘accidental’ brushes. I acknowledged it as the evidence of that was in the moistness that had formed in my pussy. Well Vikram may ignite the lust in me but the person who is going to douse that fire is my husband. This was just a secret exciting interlude for me. I had no intention of giving myself to him. When I get back home after this wedding, whether my husband is tired or not I wasn’t going to leave him alone. I will definitely have a romp with him in bed. I haven’t been this sexually stimulated for a long time. What I had failed to take seriously was that if you play with fire there is every likelihood that you could get burnt.
 
Since I was allowing him to take these small liberties with me without showing any objections to what he was doing he took it as a sign that I too welcomed it. He started getting bolder with me. One time the various jewellery, other precious ornaments and clothes that the bride was to wear was being displayed and examined by us. It was all placed at a corner on a table. A group of us especially ladies gathered around the table to look at it. Apart from the clothes of the bride there were sarees for close relatives like me. Since there was on circle of people who were already standing around the table I and some other ladies formed the second circle with all of us tiptoeing and leaning forward to look. Suddenly I felt someone pressing from behind me. The persons groin was pressed against the globes of my buttocks. Instinctively I knew that must be Vikram. I couldn’t move away because there were ladies standing tightly pressed against me on both sides and also behind me on either side. Nevertheless, I tried moving away but my attempt only caused the soft flesh of my buttocks to rub against his groin. The result was I could feel something pressing between the two globes of my buttocks. My god, it was large and very firm. My situation was no different from that of women who had to travel in our crowded buses. Young men (sometimes older men too) would take advantage of this to stand behind women or aunties they fancied and rub their cocks against the women’s buttocks. Some women would try their best to move away if possible, some women just endure it as something they cannot do anything about and there are a few women who actually enjoy that. Which category was I? The women who didn’t like it would not make a big issue out of it and draw everyone’s attention because of the embarrassment of all eyes being on them. What had been known to only her and the man pressing against her would now be known to everyone. So, they stoically tolerate what was happening.
 
There was another category of women. Those who really do not want such things happening to them but sometimes when the man who was taking advantage of the situation and was rubbing against happens to be attractive and to their liking they would get aroused in spite of themselves and would enjoy the secretive caressing. I was of this category. I slowly got aroused as he rubbed against me and I unconsciously pushed my buttocks back to make our bodies to be pressed even tighter. ‘Nice’ Vikram said and the people around would have thought he was meaning the jewellery and clothes. Only I knew that he was referring to the pleasure he was getting from luscious buttocks. My arousal was causing my fluid to seep inside my pussy. My nipples hardened to press against my bra. I could feel that he must have an impressive male specimen. At that time somewhere in the inner reaches of my mind a desire had taken shape to want to know how well he was actually equipped but I was not aware of it at that time. There was a pleasurable sensation emanating from the nether regions of my hip and spreading throughout my body. This was so wrong I should stop it … but the feeling was so nice.
 
“Bavani you idiot… what are you doing. Remember you are a decent married housewife. How can you enjoy this?” I scolded myself.
 
But yet my body was slowly surrendering to this virile young man. He was exposing a weakness within me that I did not think, or want to accept, that I had. My breathing became faster but shallower. The muscles of my stomach would alternately tighten and relax. My legs felt weak, they started to tremble slightly. I did not know what to do. Luckily the father of the bride inadvertently came to my rescue.
 
“Okay everyone, I think everyone has seen it enough. We have a lot of things to do so lets get back to work,” he spoke out loudly.
 
Everyone started dispersing at that time. Vikram too had no choice but to move away from my body. What happened next shocked me and sent a chill through my spine. My husband was walking towards me. As Vikram crossed pass my husband he said something to my husband as he walked away.
 
Husband
 
I had just returned back after about half an hour or so. I was sent out on a chore that I was reluctant to do as it would have meant leaving my wife at the mercy of Vikram. But I had no valid reason to decline and so I ended upgoing outside. As soon as I returned the first thing I did was to look for wife. My eyes looked around the hall but she was not to be seen anywhere. Also, I noticed Vikram’s friends loitering just outside the house but Vikram was not with them. This sent me into a panic. Had Vikram taken advantage of my absence to drag Bavani off to somewhere lonely. The half hour I was away was more than adequate time for the worst thing I feared to have taken place between them. I realised that by thinking this I am questioning my own wife’s morality but an anxious mind doesn’t think rationally. Letting a womaniser like Vikram to be alone with my wife is always going to be dangerous (for me). The fear on me was rising when I saw a large group of people standing around a table at the far end of the large hall like living room of the house. I could just make out my wife to be standing there among them but she could not be seen properly as others standing there were obstructing my view. In any case I felt great relief that she was here and not alone with Vikram in some lonely place like an unoccupied room or the garden behind the house. My relief was very short lived. I could also see Vikram there. (Where else would he be, If my wife was at some place he was sure to be there too). What was alarming was he was standing right behind her and very close. Was his body pressed against her? As I started walking towards them I could see my wife’s eyes looking here and there in a sort of agitation. What was Vikram doing to cause it? Was the agitation because she didn’t like what was happening or was it because she like it but was conscious that others may also notice what was happening. Before I could get a clear view of them both the brides father said something to disperse the group of people.
 
I was disappointed that I could confirm what had happened or maybe there was relief in me that I was not able to see what had happened as after all in this case ignorance would surely be bliss. Vikram was actually walking towards in my direction as he had to cross me to go outside where his friends were. He had a victorious smile like he got something that he didn’t expect. As he walked his unconsciously pressed down on the lower part of his zip. I saw that it was bulging at that place and what caused greater alarm to me was that the bulge was visibly large. Oh my god, was this scoundrel also equipped with an impressive manhood. It was obvious he had an erection but why? The reason that I could think of as to why it was so was upsetting to me.  Seeing him standing directly behind her it was logical that he was pressing against her and hence the reason for his hardon. But why didn’t my wife stop him? Was it that she was unable to do so or that she liked him doing that?
 
His eyes widened in surprise as he saw I was coming in the opposite direction but soon his smile became even broader. “Hi Mr. Mohan,” he said as he walked pass me. Was it pity in the look he gave me?
 
I went up to my wife and asked,” Bavani, what happened here? Why the crowd?”
 
“Nothing dear, there were some jewellery and sarees, clothes etc that we were looking at. There was even a saree for me there that they bought for me,” she tried to be as casual as possible but I could see that she was flustered.
 
The alarming thing was she did not talk about Vikram or complain about his behaviour to me and her eyes avoided mine. It was clear to me that she was hiding things from me. Was it because she didn’t want to make it an issue and cause trouble at a relative’s wedding thereby also upsetting me or she just didn’t want me to know what took place between her and Vikram?
 
He
 
Her buttocks were so soft but I knew her flesh would be firm and shapely. When my cock rubbed against that beautifully flaring buttocks it felt so good that my erection was almost painful as it was confined by my clothes. I don’t know if this was just my imagination or what but it was that I could feel the heat emanating from her cunt. It stands to reason that with all the clothes in between us it was just a feeling and not real. What was true however was that this was one very hot figure, so her pussy must be hot too. Just you wait Bavani Mohan, very soon I’m going to shove my rock-hard flesh deep inside your warm and wet treasure hole I promised myself. After getting a view of how beautifully her buttocks flared out from the curves of her hips I decided that the first time I fuck her I am going to do it from behind.  Every time I bang in my groin must slam against the two soft mounds of her buttocks.  The force of this must make her breasts sway like a pendulum. Seeing that must arouse my lust further. What was disappointing to me just now was that I got to press my cock against her buttocks for not more than three to four minutes. Everyone was asked to go about their tasks after that. But what was giving me hope and happiness was that after a while of trying to escape Bavani started responding to rubbing. My erection was actually lodged in between her two globes. Even despite the hindrance of my clothes she must have felt my rod insisting on pushing in between the two soft flesh mounds. After a minute or so of resistance Bavani was pushing back too ever so slightly but hard enough for me to feel it. It felt like she too wanted my cock to reach her waiting pussy lips. I could not directly hold her by her hips because of the people around. So, I let my hand hang loose and every now and then rub her thighs lightly. Pity her saree prevented me from touching the taut stretched skin of her thighs directly. If she had any doubt before about my intention she shouldn’t have any now.  She would now know that my intention is to bed her. If she gets upset with what I did and complains to her husband then she was not likely to stray in her marriage. But if she doesn’t than I have a chance.
 
I must admit I had not got such a huge erection in a long time. As I was walking away I had to adjust my stiff prick which was making it difficult for me to walk. I unexpectedly saw Bavani’s husband walking in my direction. He had seen me adjust my cock in my pants. Did he also see me standing pressed against his wife? Even if he had so what. I liked this feeling of him being helpless as he watched my attempts to seduce his beautiful wife.
 
I just smiled at him and said,” Hi Mr. Mohan.” In my mind I said, your wife’s arse is so soft and pliable. Your wife’s arse is superb. Even with my pant and her saree preventing my cock from directly pushing into the crevice of her two mounds it was still causing pleasure to shoot in me.  So, when I rub my cock directly on your wife’s arse it’s going to feel super. You know, your wife is going to enjoy it too. The arrogant and victorious smile I gave him must have made him realise something had just happened between me and his wife.
 
As I walked out through the front I turned my head to look at them. He was asking her something and her reply to that was very brief. So, it looked like she was not complaining to him about what I had done. On top of that she avoided looking at his face. That for me is the reaction of a woman who was feeling guilty. She too must have felt pleasure when I rubbed my cock against her bottom. She must be feeling guilty because she enjoyed this illicit pleasure that a decent housewife should not have. This was wonderful, she has started hiding things from her husband. A wife who starts doing this is ready to go further if the right situation arises.
 
“Vikram, you lucky bastard. That unspoilt loyal pussy would soon be yours,” I congratulated myself. Now I have to plan my next step.
 
She
 
I never thought that he would be so daring. With so many people around, he was still bold enough to rub his ‘thing’ against my behind. That too that thing that pushed on my buttocks felt so big. My husband too used to do this quite often when we were newly married. That is while I was busy in the kitchen or dusting some thing that needs to be cleaned he would suddenly come up behind me and hug me from behind. His penis too just like this rascal’s penis would become erect. My husband’s tool however had never pushed like this in trying to get in-between the parting of my two rounded balls or maybe I didn’t feel it. But Vikram’s I could easily feel. This rascal Vikram must really be equipped with a very large manhood.  Hmm as my girlfriends had teasingly said many times before, when a large cock enters our pussy and starts pumping the pleasure would be mind-blowing. For a fleeting moment the thought came of how it would be to experience that for real. I immediately scolded myself that a vulgar thought like that shouldn’t come to a decent wife like me.
 
I was shocked when my husband came up to me just a minute or so after Vikram left. I was worried if he had seen anything. I told him nothing of what Vikram did even when my husband asked me what was happening. I found it difficult to look at his face and talk. I felt guilty that I had allowed someone who I had just met, that too a man younger than me, to rub his private part on my buttocks. That alone would not have caused such a great feeling of guilt. That I started enjoying it was what that made me feel this way. That he was starting to have an effect on me undeniable. At the same time, I could not fool myself by denying that I was getting excited and aroused.
 
“Bavani, you have to be careful. This is very dangerous for your marriage and family life. Don’t give up your chastity that you guarded so carefully to this obvious Romeo,” I warned myself.
 
However, what could not be denied was that the emotions that are making me flounder in my resolve was very exciting and giving me a glow of happiness. Actually, I was in a grip of emotions and could not keep talking to my husband. I gave an excuse that I have something to do and quickly went to the bathroom that was at the back of the house. I quickly closed the door and latched it. I leaned on the door trying to control my emotions. How much that rogue has stirred my hidden desires. My hands pressed against my womanhood over my saree. There was a sensitivity in my pussy that when my fingers pressed on my pussy I felt a bit of pleasure. I rolled up my saree up to my hip and pulled down the black panties I was wearing. There was a thin shiny line at the bottom centre of it. The shininess was because that place was wet. I was both embarrassed and excited at what caused that wetness. That rascal had caused this to happen just by letting his body press into mine. I opened the lips of my pussy to examine how wet I was. That was my mistake. The touch of my fingers on my most intimate part felt so good that I could not take it away. The sensation of pleasure I felt now I had never felt before. It just showed the heightened state of arousal I was in. If I want to still be a faithful wife I have to douse this heat of lust soon. Otherwise I may give in to Vikram’s seduction and let him be the one to do it.
 
With the wedding festivities and all the people milling around I can’t call my husband to have sex with me. But I also realised how contradictory this reasoning was. If it was not possible for me and my husband to have sex with all the people around then how would it be possible for Vikram to do that. The reason for this was deep down I thought that my husband was incapable of finding a way to sleep with me even if he was desperate to do so but Vikram would find a way and take my body if I was willing to allow it. I was feeling so hot and aroused that the only option I had was to help myself. I had not masturbated since my college days but now I was going to do that. My fingers slowly pressed on my pubic mound. I started massaging my breast over my blouse. My fingers slowly splayed open my nether lips to reach my clitoris. As my fingers gently pressed and rubbed on the sensitive bud it too swelled up like a little penis. I started moaning very softly as pleasure slowly pervaded through my body. I tried to imagine that it was my husband’s fingers were rubbing my swollen clit but as I closed my eyes to enjoy this self-pleasure that rogue Vikram’s face intruded in my mind pushing my husband’s face aside. I jerked and opened my eyes. I immediately took my fingers away from my clit. No … no, this is not right, how can I think of Vikram in place of my husband. I tried to do this several times but each time Vikram’s fingers slowly replaced my husband’s fingers. When my husband pulls me to him and kissed my lips Vikram would push him aside and take his place. I was slowly losing the battle as when Vikram came into my imagination and his lips and fingers played all over my body the pleasure that came rushing into my body was so much more intense than when I thought of my husband. I gave up and gave in to my desires. Vikram was enjoying my body and I was enjoying it. I reasoned if I just satisfied my desire imagining having sex with Vikram then this imagination itself would quench my lust for him. Getting sexual satisfaction with this may become enough for me and I won’t give in to Vikram in reality. It didn’t strike me as to how foolish this reasoning was at that time. I didn’t recognise then that is would only increase my curiosity to find out how actual sex would be with him. Now foolishly I gave full reign to my imagination in having adulterous sex with Vikram.
 
“sssss…ohhhh…Vikram….” I moaned softly conscious that there were people close by as I imagined Vikram’s lips on my body.  
 
Now Vikram’s lips from sucking on my luscious lips slowly moved down to my nipples. He bit it gently and liberally brushed his saliva on the erect stem. He pulled my nipple s deep into his mouth and sucked hard. Our tongues were duelling like two broadswords.
 
“ssss….suck my nipple hard you rascal.”
 
I reach for his cock. It is so hot to touch. My fingers wrapped around that large tubular flesh. I shyly looked at it and was astounded to see the size of it.
 
“Do you like my cock Bavani?”
“Hmm..hmm.”
“Do you want it?”
“hmm..,”
 
“Do you want it inside your cunt?”
“Yessss….”
 
After all this was just my imagination so why restrict myself in indulging in this illicit intercourse.
 
“You will love it when it pushes into your cunt,” he promised me. In reality my fingers started rubbing faster on my swollen clit. My own imagination was maybe bringing out my long-suppressed desires and longings.
 
Vikram pushed me down, I eagerly went down on my knees in front of him. He rubbed the head of his cock on my lips. My mouth sought to grab that huge hard flesh. Vikram was one who insisted on what he wanted and took what he desired. He wanted his monstrous cock inside my mouth and was demanding that from me by rubbing his cock on my lips. My husband on the other hand would have to beg me before I decided if I wanted to give him that pleasure or not. Maybe I wanted a man to be the take charge type. I took the head of Vikram’s cock in my mouth and keeping it in my mouth I turned my head slightly to see my husband holding his cock in his hand looking pitifully at us. Vikram laughed seeing the look on my husband’s face. He held my head in both his hands and pushed his cock right up to my throat. As he fucked my mouth I sucked his cock as fast as I can.
 
I was getting closer to getting a huge orgasm. I needed Vikram to take me now. He made me get up and lean forward bending at the waist with both my hands on the wall. He lifted my one leg hooking below the knee with elbow.
 
“Place my cock at the entrance of your honey hole,” Vikram commanded.
 
I was eager to comply. For the first time I will know how wonderful a big rod feels like when it is poking inside of you as the whispers of my girlfriends implied. His one hump and the whole cock was buried in to the hilt. I gasped as his big pleasure weapon stabbed into my moist opening.
 
My husband stood beside me looking at us with sad unblinking eyes. That was the trigger my imagination needed. “ang…ohh…ohh..ohh…” I shuddered as I got an intense orgasm.
 
As I slowly opened my eyes I came back to the reality of being alone in the bathroom. I hoped this orgasm would be enough to ease my sexual tension and my mind wouldn’t start wondering how thrilling illicit sex was. When I took my fingers off from my pussy it was dripping with my viscous release. My orgasm had and been so immense my pussy was soaked. I cleaned up hurriedly and got out of the bathroom. What made me tensed up was that Vikram still occupied my thoughts. Now more so than before. My battle to remain as a housewife true to her husband is going to be harder than I anticipated. 

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Yet again, what a excellent update. 
What a episode - Encounter's [touches now common, ass being explored by a thick shaft]---Bavani's dream sequence at end

Repped you again.   Pls never stop writing. 

1 kind request:     pls take it a bit slower in next episode. Seduction situations more important than sex.

Yes, the sex between them doesn't happen quickly. The seduction will continue to take some time.

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She has decided to get fucked by Vikram....Even if it is in front of her husband

Yeah, her body heat is rising dangerously

She is slowly moving towards losing her cherished chastity to Vikram.

excellent update....waiting for more...btw, is Bavani wearing low saree below her navel and skimpy blouse ? otherwise how could vikram see her hips ....very well written, you have a flair for writing erotica....keep going

I really didn't describe how Bavani was dressed. Left it to the readers imagination.

Awesome update !!!
Literally have to hold my cock which reading ur stories!!
As always
Keep it Cumming!!!
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Thank you. Good that the story gives you joy. 

In last update, felt 2 things could have come:
Vikram should have grabbed and squeezed her ass making Bavani shout in pleasurable pain. While others enquire why/what  and while her hubby hears and comes in, Vvikram should be leaving the area
In that wild dream of hers, Vikram should have sprayed her face/hair/boobs/belly/thighs etc with his piss ..Also including her bed and floor's below. Marking as his area as Hubby watches in vain. Bavani laughing at it



Hope to see:
> Bavani lowering her saree willingly to expose her navel to Vikram. He should poke his finger into her deep navel triggering her heights of pleasure
> More and More Dicking by Vikram
> Some direct Bavani/Virkam dash dash where in Bavani's breasts gets crushed when hitting Vikram's Chest


Anyway Looks Author know's what he is doing. clp);

Thanks

Vikram had to be circumspect when all the people were around. He was at that time not sure how she would react and therefore didn't want to risk it.

awesome

Thanks

very nice

Thanks

Bavani might lower her saree - yes
But Skimpy blouse - Doubt her husband would allow her to wear that. He is busy trying to protect her from 1 Vikram.
Imagine, if 10 Vikram came seeing her skimpy blouse. 


Seeing Bavani's masturbation - she will allow Vikram to see her hips and then extend his hands into other parts of her body for sure.

Time will tell how Bavani would change over time.

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Chapter 3 – Bavani’s dilemma

 
There was such an arrogant look on his face. It was as if he had achieved something great. My wife on the other hand was stammering as she spoke to me. I had never seen her this unsettled. She didn’t meet my eyes directly when she spoke to me. Either something that had happened was troubling her greatly or she was troubled greatly because she had allowed something to happen. Was the reason for her to be so affected be that she liked what had happened? My heart hoped that even if that bastard had done something my wife did not do anything about it because of all our relatives being around and she didn’t want to cause any problems in what should be a joyous event for the whole family. It should never be that she welcomed whatever Vikram did. Speculating in this line of thought was very disturbing to me and I didn’t to pursue them further. I was in such a state of confusion that my thoughts were in a constant turmoil. When I was on my way to this close relative’s wedding I was so excited because I would be meeting many of my relatives and friends after a long time. I was thinking it would be fun time for me there. But I did not expect in the least to be in a situation like this. All this was because of one scoundrel. He had completely destroyed my peace of mind. He had even made me have suspicions on my own wife. I know my wife was very attractive and men were easily drawn to her beauty but in all our years of marriage she had never given me cause to doubt her character. Now I have been pushed to a situation where I started keeping a close key on my wife.
 
For the next one hour he did disturb my wife in any way. In fact, he did not come anywhere near her. There was a big garden like area at the back of the house. He and some of his friends were having small beer party over there. They had a larger cooler box with some bottles of beer in it and they were enjoying their drinks. As long as they were a disturbance to anyone the elders in the house did not mind and pretended not to know what was happening. They wanted to let the younger generation have their fun. This was supposed to be a happy occasion for everyone. I cursed the situation I was in. When I was free and had nothing to do that rascal was busy elsewhere. However, when I was assigned to do something he seems to be free and he takes that opportunity to spend time with my wife. Even though he was in the garden with his friends I did not take my eyes off him. That was because my wife was not in the hall at that time. She was somewhere else in the house busy doing god knows what but I can’t be following her everywhere in the house. That would draw the unwanted attention of my other relatives, I didn’t want that. The next best thing was to keep my eye on him. If I knew where he was then he could not be with my wife at that time. What usually happens when guys start drinking beer happened. They had to ease themselves. There was a side wall where they could do that. I then saw something that caused alarm bells to ring in me. When Vikram unzipped and took out his penis to urinate I was shocked at what I saw. They were about 35 to 40 meters away so when the other young fellows eased themselves nothing much was seen but in Vikram’s case it was clearly visible even from where I was standing outside the house. It clearly indicated to me that his penis was indeed larger than average, definitely bigger than that of his friends. Luckily my wife wouldn’t know about this. Unlike the women of yesteryears women of today read a lot about men who are blessed with big manhood and how women who have sex with such a man get tremendous pleasure. Though this may just be fantasy and not true a narrative had been set saying sex with such men is more blissful and many women believe that. I don’t know what believe my wife has. This was not the time to test it.
 
Forget about her even I had these self-doubts. When Vikram was urinating, his tool was in a flaccid state. Even then it seems so large, so when he gets sexually excited (as with my wife??) how much more impressive it would be than my normal sized penis. Would he really be able to give a woman (my wife?) much more pleasure than someone like I could. I couldn’t help myself from feeling a little less adequate as a lover. Just the thought of his large cock penetrating my wife’s pussy, which should belong only to me, caused me to quake internally with fear. If he somehow manages to successfully seduce my wife, would Bavani experience much greater pleasure than she ever had with me? If so what greater humiliation can there be for me than that.  Another thought came to me, something that I had avoided contemplating. Suppose Vikram succeeds in his aim … he manages to snatch my wife’s chastity what would I do then? What are my options? I could confront Vikram and Bavani about it. There will be an argument, probably even a fight. Then what? What was known only to the three of us would be exposed to the world. The respect my friends and relatives have for me would disappear into thin air. My humiliation would not just be limited to Vikram who would think contemptuously of me in that my wife was prepared to betray me and get sexual pleasure from him. My humiliation would extend to my friends and relatives. They would talk among themselves that I am unable to take care of my wife … that I am unable to satisfy the sexual needs of my wife. What about my son? How will this affect him? I was hoping that if not for me at least for him my wife would not succumb to what ever Vikram does to get her to sleep with him. But I also know how strong sexual desire can be when one is in its grip. Morality and reasoning get pushed to the back reaches of the mind. The sexual arousal slowly gets stronger and stronger and can only be satisfied when the urge is fulfilled.
 
What is certain is it would have a turbulent effect on the family, the worst of it was the breakup of the family. If what I feared ever became a reality, bearing all humiliation I may decide that divorce was the only option. Especially if my wife succumbs to Vikram and that doesn’t remain a secret and is known to others. I would be forced to take action otherwise my relatives would figuratively spit on my face. Then again if I were to seek divorce the courts would give custody of my son who is very young to Bavani. My son is my life, how can I bear that? If so what should I do. Just ignore whatever that happens? By that pretend I don’t know what was happening or letting them know I know but show that it didn’t bother me? However, there was a danger in this. When Vikram sees that I am not doing anything even though I knew he had had sex with my wife he would become even bolder. He would seek to fuck my wife whenever he wants her and do it many times. Whereas if they don’t know that I know they would be very circumspect and only sleep when really an opportunity arises. Also, it would be likely my wife would break off from him after having sex one or two times for fear I will find out if the adulterous sex continues. So, should I just let the illicit affair run its course. But the very thought that my wife’s beauty and her voluptuous body would be enjoyed by another man was intolerable to me. It would be painful and humiliating for me.
 
As I was agonising over all these I suddenly came to my senses. Why am I thinking like this? Why am I presuming that my wife would be so weak that she would easily succumb to Vikram? Nothing like that has happened yet. It is not just my wife’s responsibility but my responsibility to safeguard my wife’s chastity and thereby my honour. This is the time I have to watch Vikram very closely. Make every effort to see that he can’t get near my wife. Make it easy for her to resist whatever he may try. I know I had no other choice than do it.
 
He
 
I didn’t expect matter to progress so fast. I felt like I was already half way to getting what I wanted, that is the enticing body of the young wife and mother. Now onwards it is essential that every move I make is carefully thought out. One wrong move could spoil everything. My move should not make her uneasy so much so she may come to her senses and completely shut me out of her mind. My moves must be fast but at the same time smart. I have to see to it that she is kept at the edge of sexual desire. My friends had called me to a small ‘beer party’ at the back of the house. I couldn’t avoid that as I didn’t want them to get suspicious that I was planning something else and therefore was not spending time with them as would normally be expected. I had to keep in mind that we were all here as friends of the bride’s brother and Bavani is their close relative. My friend (the brides’ brother) wouldn’t like it if he knew I was trying to bed a relative of his. Even some of my other friends mat not like that I am causing some trouble in a friend’s wedding event and may warn my friend that is the brides’ brother about what I was trying to do. Though I was there with them having some beer my mind was preoccupied on how I was going to finally get that sweet pussy to enjoy. Those few minutes when I was able to rub my cock against her lush buttocks was superb. Even with the clothes we were wearing dulling the effect of that grinding I felt so much pleasure shoot in me. She must have felt it too because after the resistance at the beginning she let it happen and even seemed to push back a little. If it feels so good with all the clothes in the way how much more enjoyable it will be when my cock pushes past the rose petals of her pussy to bask in the warm moistness of her love tunnel. I long so much to experience the blissful joy of skin rubbing against skin.
 
Yes, I was not planning to use any condom when I fuck her. She must have already felt how large I was when I rubbed my hard rod on the soft flesh of her buttocks. If as I suspect her husband has a small or average sized cock then a urge would have been planted in her mind to want experience the joy a large cock would give a woman. These types of delightful married experienced pussies have to be enjoyed fully without some artificial rubber coming in the way of the ecstasy awaiting us. It is going to be her responsibility to prevent any unwanted pregnancy. I was determined that when I fuck her for the very first time my hot seed would completely drench her cunt. After our little party was over we all sauntered back to the house. By that time, I had decided my next move would be to be more direct. I was going to let her know my feelings for her. Some ladies were getting the preparations ready to serve lunch to everyone. Bavani was one of them.  She was alone at that time so I decided this was the best time to make my next move. I walked up to her. She looked up on hearing someone coming close to her. On seeing it was me I saw her redden slightly in the face and she was flustered.
 
“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me,” I said with a diffident look on my face.
 
She wouldn’t have expected me to do this and was a little confused. “For what?” she asked me.
 
“You know a little while ago when we had all gathered around the table … on wanting to get a closer look I had stood too close to you,” I replied again with a sorry look on my face.
 
What had happened there was really known only to the two of us. But my intention by this apology was to remind her once of that incident. I know she would feel shy and embarrassed but I also wanted it to trigger her arousal. Sure enough, I could see her face redden slightly. So, she was feeling shy but how to know if she was aroused. I couldn’t lift her saree up to see if she started leaking could I.
 
“Oh my god.. enough why talk about that now, leave it,” she said trying to hide how uncomfortable she was by this conversation.
 
Am I going to leave it like that, no way, “It’s not that … my body touching your body itself was unforgivable but after that my lack of self-control and something I couldn’t control made matters worse. My conscience won’t forgive me if I didn’t apologise.” I was referring indirectly to my erection rubbing against her. Once again I was reminding her of the sensations she must have felt then. What was left was only to tell her directly that the softness of her buttocks was so pleasurable that it made my cock stand up.
 
“Terrible .. terrible … as if this needed explanation…please go away from here first.” Then her nose curled up as her face showed a bit of repulsion. “Have you been drinking?” she asked.
 
I grinned at her sheepishly. “Just two glasses of beer nothing more.”
 
“Yeah, no wonder the stink. Is it because of the drinks that you have become brave and blabbering all this to me?”
 
“No .. no, it’s not like that I had made up my mind to apologise. I’m not making excuses but you must understand my situation. I could have controlled myself if it had been an ordinary woman. But you are stunningly beautiful and after all I am a man, however that is still wrong so sorry.”
 
Before she could react or say anything I turned around and quickly walked away. I had planted another seed in her mind, that is I find her irresistibly attractive. Which woman wouldn’t want to be thought of that way by a man. After about half an hour all the men folks including me and my friends had sat in a row in the table set up to have lunch. The lunch was served by the women folks and she was one of them. When she served me, I smiled at her in a friendly manner. She smiled in return rather shyly. When she bent down to serve the food for me she noticed my breath smelled of fresh toothpaste. She looked at my face with a small smile.
 
I spoke very softly so that only she could hear,” Is the smell okay now.”
 
She tried to control her laughter but a small smile broke out. “Idiot,” she whispered under her breath as she moved to serve the next person.
 
I started paying a lot of attention to her son. I bought him sweets, chocolates and what not and so much so he became close to me and often be with me. Using that excuse I would frequently go and talk with Bavani. Over the next two hours a certain closeness developed between us but outwardly it seemed like nothing more than friendship. Later in the afternoon was the time everyone was taking a little break and resting. I wanted to use this opportunity to meet and talk with Bavani alone. My bad luck this was the time when her husband Mohan was also free. He was watching me like a hawk. I couldn’t make any move. Bavani too ignored me and she sat with her husband and was seemingly having an interesting conversation with him. I had to divert her attention towards me. I had to move along these feelings of friendship to feelings of desire. Among the female friends of the bride there was a very attractive young woman whose name was smitha. She was sitting alone and I went straight to her and started a conversation. Earlier she had shown interest to talk to me but I had practically ignored her. Now she was a little angry with me and ignored me but I overlooked that continued to talk to her.
 
“Are you the brides’ classmate?” I asked her.
 
She answered without showing any real interest in talking to me. “No, we are from same college but her classmate and I are cousins. That’s how we became friends.”
 
“Strange that she invited you to her wedding,” I replied.
 
She was piqued by my saying this and also a little angry. “What do you mean? We are good friends why wouldn’t she invite me?”
 
“You two must be close otherwise no bride would invite someone like you?” I said.
 
“Hello Vikram … this is too much. You are going over the limit. How dare you say something like that about me,” She said in a huff.
 
“Hey Smitha don’t get angry. What I meant was every bride would want everyone’s eyes only on her on her special day.”
 
Smitha’s anger was replaced by puzzlement. “So???”
 
“Well with you around half the men would have their eyes on you. Even with all the special bridal make-up she won’t be able to match you,” I said with a smile.
 
Now Smitha was mollified. “You… don’t be like that. My friend is very pretty too,” she said but I could see how pleased she was.
 
“Maybe but no where as close to you.”
 
Smitha just smiled at this. “Why did you say you were surprised she invited me?”
 
“Well you would outshine her. She wouldn’t want that would she. That’s why I thought like it sometimes happens she would have avoided calling you.”
 
“My friend is not like that, we always wish the best for each other,” She came in defence of her friend.
 
Her anger was completely gone now and we engaged in an interesting conversation getting to know about each other well. While in deep conversation with Smitha I still kept an eye on Bavani and her husband. Though Bavani was talking to her husband, she would look at us to see what was happening whenever her husbands’ attention was elsewhere. Even though Bavani tried to hide it her face every once in a while showed a bit of annoyance. Without realising it she was feeling a little jealous. There would naturally be a little bit of rivalry between two very beautiful women, especially if each of the women feel her rival’s beauty matches or surpasses hers. Without being conscious of it she was competing with Smitha … and I hoped it was for me. Next time I talk with Bavani she may show a little aloofness or rather I was hoping she did. That would confirm that it bothers her when I get close to another woman. Then my task is almost done. I have to mollify her and therein lies the thrill in seduction. I was hoping that before I left this place, what I was admiring with the clothes on I would get to admire fully naked. There is no sexier sight than that of a beautiful naked Indian woman with vermillion on top of her forehead and the chain symbolising her marital status around her neck and with nothing else on her body.
 
She
 
How can girls nowadays behave so shamelessly with men. She is practically drooling over him. Shouldn’t one maintain a certain distance from men I said to myself in annoyance. I was lacking so much self-awareness that I could not see what upset me was that Vikram was talking to another very attractive woman when he had been indicating that it was I who had captured his full attention.  They were of the same age group and it was natural they would have understanding or attraction between each other. Why should I be annoyed by it. Deep down I knew that it was just natural that an attractive girl like (hmm … what’s her name? Yes, Smitha) Smitha would be someone a young man like Vikram would be attracted to it. Then why is this upsetting me? When I can get irritated that a young unmarried man and a young, unmarried woman are having a close conversation how can I justify wanting to get close to the same young man when as a married woman I just maintain some distance and decorum.  My intention in ignoring him and talking to my husband was to get his attention more on me (and maybe to get him jealous). But this rascal had turned the tables on me. He had made me realise that I craved his attention and did not like him showing interest in any other woman. I couldn’t understand my own emotions in being so involved with someone who relatively speaking I had only very recently met. So, this is how jealousy feels like. So far no woman had made me feel inadequate or have self-doubts like this Smitha has, and Vikram seems to be attracted to her. Logically I should feel relieved that Vikram’s attention has been diverted to another woman and my chastity is safe but I did not feel that way.
 
While I was in college I had a boyfriend (not a very serious relationship). Neither with him nor with my husband after that had I ever had to worry that someone more attractive than me would snatch them away from me. I looked at my husband, there was no chance that an attractive young woman would ever be attracted to him. It was not that I was degrading my husband, I was just stating a fact. My husband had a number of good qualities. He was a kind man who took good care of our family and took his responsibilities seriously. He was a straightforward person. You can say many things like this, but looks was not one of them. Looks wise he was an ordinary normal looking man. Yet in spite of my husbands’ many good qualities, someone like Vikram whose only quality was a muscular body, handsome face and virility to match was causing my heart to flutter when I see him. Every woman at one time in their lives seek some excitement, otherwise they will feel that they had missed something in their live. Vikram paying so much of attention to me and making so much of efforts to get close to me gave me some newfound excitement and joy. It would also have been a big boost to my ego. Now another young woman had become my rival and I was feeling jealous. A stupid determination formed in me that I must again make Vikram interested only in me.   
 
We rolled open a blanket on the floor and tried to get a short nap. My husband was soon snoring softly. But I though I was feeling tired could not sleep. There were too many things on my mind. I half closed my eyes and pretended to sleep but I continued to observe Vikram and Smitha. When Vikram told her something Smitha with a laugh gently hit him on his hand. Why was that causing me here to be upset. Why am I feeling this unnecessary emotion? Just a few hours ago Vikram and I were nothing to each other. I asked myself in wonder why in this short time this sort of emotion had engulfed me. I who had just wanted to enjoy the flirting he was doing with me was now fearful that I was going down the dangerous path where I may give myself to him. My eyes still looked at the handsome face that was smiling mischievously at Smitha. Somehow I wished I was where Smitha was instead of here with my husband.

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Ahh, Vikram slowly sowing and naturing the seeds of infidelity in Bavani's mind.


Oh Poor Hubby- he has seen the cock. Now his mind also started to get tensioned and confused.

Mohan, the husband already has an inferiority complex as far as his own looks go especially since he has a gorgeous wife. Vikram's virility and obvious raw sexuality is accelerating his self doubts. 

Hey game40it,,,, it's great to c u again man...finally U r back with a fresh n new story.

Thank you. I had been around but I had been writing a couple of stories in the Tamil forum. Just decided to venture back in the English forum.

So, the husband's already done all the math on what's going to happen next and how to handle/face it.....
& It's obvious that Vikram did a great job executing his plans and made steady progress towards his goal.

Vikram is good at playing on and exploiting the weakness of both the husband and the wife.Cert

Wow, fantastic boss. Pl post continuously and don’t stop in between

Certainly will not. I have been writing stories in the Tamil and English forums for sometime now. Those who know me know that I always complete my stories. I haven't left any story hanging half way as yet. 

Nice update

Thanks

Great narration

Thanks

Bro, waiting for update pl

Soon

beautiful plot , please continue

Thank you.


I am currently working on the next update. I hope that I would be able to post it by either today or tomorrow. It is taking longer because I am also writing the Tamil version of my story - The Impact of Lust.'  That story in Tamil is about 80 % complete. When I complete that story I would be able to give my full attention to this story.  My gratitude and appreciation to all my readers, especially to those who take the time and effort to comment. That is what that gives me the encouragement and desire to not only continue but take greater care and effort in trying to make the story as interesting and erotic as possible.

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Chapter 4 – The beginning at the terrace

 
Husband
 
Only now I finally got some peace of mind. Now at the time when all of us got some time to rest my wife spent the whole time only with me. She didn’t in the least bother about that good for nothing Vikram. It was just that because that rogue had made efforts to talk to her she had no choice but to respond to him. Nothing more than that. With my overactive imagination I unnecessarily started imagining so many unwanted things. I even seemed to have lost faith in my wife’s character. This was so unforgivable and unfortunate. They say being of a suspicious character will always lead to unwanted problems and I have been a little overly suspicious. Even if I had my doubts about Vikram’s motive I should have had trust in my wife of six years. Someone who has come to share her life with me, has borne a heir for me but yet I had become suspicious just because of the activity of an unknown fellow. It is so important that trust exists between a man and his wife. It is so important for a stable and happy marriage. I now regretted that I had grown suspicious of my own wife’s behaviour and character. She is not the type to behave immorally and let another man touch her. This was all my own stupidity I scolded myself.
 
Vikram too now seems to have lost interest in my wife. That was because he was spending his time talking to another girl. They seemed to be enjoying each-others company as seen by the frequent laughter that interspersed their conversation. I also noticed that the girl was extra ordinarily beautiful. Even I had to admit that the girl was easily a match for my wife’s own good looks. It could be that on seeing that my wife was not going to fall for his charms Vikram had decided to focus on this new girl? My thoughts were in so many different angles. Another thing was that girl was more suited to Vikram’s age. After being so relieved after a long time I fell into a slumber. After about an hour plus everyone became busy once more in our own tasks for the wedding event.
 
At that time the younger brother of the brides’ father came up to me and asked,” Mohan there are somethings to be done in town. It would only take about an hour. Can we go in your car?’
 
My wife also told me,” you go ahead dear. I too have plenty to do here, I’ll be busy too.”
 
Though I agreed my eyes automatically searched for where Vikram was. I couldn’t see him anywhere. That in itself was a relief. Realisation came to me suddenly on what I was doing. Only a while ago I was so confident that my wife would be steadfast to her marital vows and would never betray me. Yet I feared going away for an hour and leaving my wife here at the mercy of his manipulative actions. Where did all my resolution, not to be suspicious of my wife and jealous of another man, go because I had faith in the character of my wife. Yet all my insecurities come flooding back in the first instance I had to leave my wife alone and believe solely on her faithfulness. I have to acknowledge the reason for my weakness. It was because of how gorgeous my wife was. Maybe deep in my mind I believed she deserved someone better than me. The second reason was me. I was just an ordinary man next door as far as my looks go. Did I deserve a wife as beautiful as Bavani? Thirdly it was the man who was pursuing her and was intent on seducing her. He had everything a woman would want. Handsome face and a body to match. He exuded virility and I believe there is an instinctive attraction, unconsciously or not, that the opposite sex had for him. (to top it all I have seen his impressive manhood). All this is bringing out my lack of self confidence and self-esteem. In a way it almost seemed that I would accept it as understandable if my wife were to succumb to him ….. or would I? Seeing no more reason to be dallying around there anymore I had to leave.
 
He
 
Even though I was talking to Smitha I was observing Bavani through the corner of my eyes. Even though she sought to hide it I could see small lines of jealousy appear for a few moments every now and then as she too covertly was seeing me and Smitha talk and have a very good time. My next move would be to touch Bavani’s body once more but this time I don’t have to make it seem like it was an accident. From what I can observe of her reaction when she sees me and Smitha being close like this is that she may act like she didn’t like me touching her but she would accept it with a little insistence from me. After all she is a married woman, she cannot straightaway give in to me. Smitha was still excitedly talking to me and I acted like I was giving her my full attention so as to irritate Bavani and induce her feelings of jealousy. Well I have to admit that Smitha was stunningly beautiful too but I can think about wooing her later but as of now Bavani is the better option to enjoy sex with.  The inexperienced Smitha would engage in sex (that is if she was willing to experience it) without a lot of hesitation. But a woman like Bavani if she decides to stray from her marriage would engage in adulterous sex with the intention to enjoy the thrilling cheating. Not only she would enjoy the sex she would give enjoyment in equal measure. Besides which sex would be better … fucking a young girl who possibly could be a virgin or fucking a woman who is welcoming a new cock into her while her unaware husband is nearby. I was certainly clear which I preferred.
 
I was now preparing to do something that could be fraught with danger if I had miscalculated the state in which Bavani was at the moment. If there was an adverse reaction from Bavani there would be an uproar in the huge bungalow. I would be thrown out from here, probably having been beaten up before. My friends would probably cut off their friendship with me for what I had done at a mutual friend’s family wedding (except for a couple of friends who know about me and would have even assisted me in seducing a woman if they were aware of it). However, if I want to discover the untold joy that the sweet pussy of a woman like Bavani was sure to hold then I have to take this worthwhile risk. As they say no risk no gain. One thing though, seeing the reaction of Bavani, especially her display of jealousy, told me that I was not wrong in my calculations. That married cunt was ripe to open it’s rose petals to welcome a new joy stick. With my plan having been formulated in my mind circumstances came to my aid in giving me an opportunity to implement what I had planned. From the conversation I heard I knew that her husband Mohan had to go out for at least an hour. I was behind a pillar and neither Bavani or Mohan knew I was there. I also heard Bavani tell her husband to go as she would be busy here. In my mind I thought Bavani wanted her husband out of the way so that I would have a chance to be alone with her. By saying she will be busy I hoped in her mind she was thinking she would be busy with me.
 
If the first move I make is successful that would not necessarily mean that it would lead to immediate sex. There may not be the place or time for that but what it would do is break a barrier that cannot be put up again henceforth. My intentions and desires would be clear to her and the spark of desire would also be truly lit in her. That spark would work in her and only grow and would not be extinguished easily. If she liked what had happened though she may initially try to resist but eventually she too would want to enjoy this thrilling pleasure as much as I. Once this desire takes hold in her she herself would create opportunities for me to be with her whether she consciously or unconsciously does it. My thinking is a woman would not easily want to engage in illicit sex but once she makes up her mind to experience it she would be better at planning to carry out her want than a man would. I secretly watched her husband look around for me. I laughed to myself thinking he was still so afraid of me.
 
Now more than half an hour had passed since Bavani’s husband left. I was anticipating that Bavani would try to be alone somewhere to make an opportunity for me but nothing of the sort happened. She was busy chatting and doing some arrangements with some other women folks. Looks like I over estimated the desire within her. Or maybe she is surrounding herself with other women so that she won’t get tempted and can control her desires. Not even for a minute did she go anywhere alone. As time passed by I got more and more anxious that this golden opportunity was going to go to waste. Just when I had all but given up it was her son who once again came unwittingly to my aid. While playing he had fallen down, while he didn’t get hurt in any way his clothes however had become covered in dirt. While scolding her son, she cleaned him up and sent him off to play after changing him into wearing clean clothes. She then proceeded to wash his clothes and then did something that I had been praying for all this time. Bavani was going to the terrace to get the clothes dried in the sun. More importantly she was going there alone. I thanked all the gods that I could think of and followed her. I quietly went making sure that I was not noticed. Everyone was busy with their own work and besides the staircase to the terrace was away on one side where no one was there. So, it became easy for me to follow her unnoticed. My other prayer was that nobody else must be in the terrace.  The gods were smiling on me. As I had hoped I found that there wasn’t anyone else at that place.
 
My heart started palpitating, my palms sweaty. Though I had started out confident this was still scary. The consequences for my action can be disastrous. But lust was fuelling me. I was taking a risk I ordinarily won’t take. Bavani was squeezing the clothes of excess water before putting on the clothing line to dry. I walked near her very silently. She was engrossed in what she was doing that she was not aware of me approaching her. When I was quite near her I said,” Hi.” She was slightly startled. She turned to look who it was. The expression on her face indicated that she was not overly surprised I was there. Maybe she was half expecting me. Our eyes met for a few seconds before she turned away to what she was doing.
 
“I didn’t expect you here … I thought you were very busy with that girl, what was her name?? Smitha,” Bavani said.
 
I was glad to hear this. That meant she was jealous of Smitha in spite of herself. That also showed she wanted my attention to be solely on her. I smiled with a little relief and hope. As she was facing the other side she didn’t see my smile.
 
She
 
As soon as I said those words I bit my tongue in regret. This was something that had been bothering me and which I tried not to acknowledge. But somehow the suppressed emotion bubbled up and the words had burst out from my mouth.  What was worse was I had shown Vikram that it bothered me that he was getting close to another girl. How ridiculous this was. I hardly know him and he had every right to get close to a girl of his own age. Besides as a married woman why should this mean anything to me. But I couldn’t understand this emotional disturbance within me. As I was already flustered at my own outburst that as I moved to put the clothes on the line I slipped on the water on the ground from me squeezing the clothes of the excess water. With a cry of alarm …’aah’ I almost fell. I felt an arm come under my belly another arm from over my shoulder to around my body preventing me from falling. His palm was bearing my weight by the belly. His middle finger happened to be exactly where my belly button was. The tip of his finger was actually inside that small hole. His other hand from over my shoulder had actually his palm holding my breast. As my weight was pressing down my breast was squashed against his palm and as he attempted to hold me from falling down his fingers had actually clutched my breast. He took his time in lifting my upper body back to a standing position. I knew that he was taking advantage of the situation but why was I also letting him do so. The touch of his fingers was causing a mini electric shock … a shock of desire … to pass through my body. My mind scolded me that it was wrong to enjoy this accidental touching of my body but my body had a response of its own. As he had grabbed me I too grabbed his bicep in trying to keep myself from falling down. My grip was so tight that my fingernails were digging into his flesh but it made no impression on his hard-flexed muscle. I could feel his power and raw sexuality. There was this innate feeling of being drawn to the opposite of the species deemed to be a suitable mate. This was something that had been ingrained into our DNA over centuries and had always remained hidden within ourself in spite of conforming to modern social norms.
 
I also realised that the side of my thigh was pressed against his groin as he held me. It was not just he who had an effect on me, I too was affecting him in the same manner. I could literally feel his manhood grow and get hard. That day when he pressed into my buttocks I didn’t feel it so vividly then but now I could really make a guess how impressive it must be. This also made me a bit embarrassed on another thing. If I could feel his manhood grow than he would have felt my nipple puff up and poke into his palm. He would have known that I too was getting aroused. In my mind all this was happening in slow motion but in reality it was only seconds that he was holding me. Another thing struck me, what if there were other prying eyes seeing us. I looked around rapidly but no one could see us from below as we were standing in the middle of the terrace. Also, no other buildings around were close by or as tall as this bungalow. As a proper married woman, I realised it was time I made an attempt to stand up because he didn’t seem to want to do it. Though it felt so good to be in his strong arms this was not how the behaviour of a good wife and mother should be. But for the first time in my life I got to really know and experience how thrilling and arousing it can be to be intimately close to very manly male. I reluctantly made an effort to stand up.
 
“Please Vikram, help me up,” I said to him hoping my voice was not hoarse betraying my arousal to him.
 
“Sorry,” he said as he straightened my upper body but I could feel him giving an extra squeeze on my soft breast. I chose not to protest or acknowledge what he had done.
 
“You should be more careful, Mrs. Bavani. The floor is quite slippery. Luckily I was here.”
 
Did he really want me to be careful? He would not have had a chance to hold me like this then would he. What about me? Did I regret slipping and almost falling? Those strong arms of Vikram would not have been wrapped around my body. I had masturbated once imagining being in his arms. That was just pure imagination with no sense of how it would be in reality. Now when it happened in reality the strong smell of a virile male was intoxicating to the senses. Good god how it would be to actually have his body over mine, our naked bodies pressed together, skin again skin, as I had imagined while masturbating. Now I got a feel of how it would actually be. These were all very dangerous speculation … STOP IT Bavani, I scolded myself. What about your husband, what about your child? How could you let your mind wonder like this, don’t you realise what risk you are putting yourself? But why was the devil in me urging me to explore the joy of this thrilling experience. I was so afraid I was fighting a losing battle.
 
“Thank you Vikram, now excuse me I have finish putting this to dry,” I said as I took my son’s short pants in my hand.
 
“Here let me help you squeeze it dry,” he said as he took one end of the cloth in his fingers. Once again his fingers touched mine in a gentle caress. Once more a spark within me. A spark of joy, a spark of desire.
 
As he took the pant in his strong fingers and squeezed the cloth dry getting more water out of the cloth than I could ever have. Those fingers …. hmm, looked so strong yet were not rough. Those were the fingers I had imagined inside my pussy, rubbing against my sensitive walls, finding all the pleasure spots. Finding my love bud and gentle caressing that nerve filled pleasure organ. ‘STOP IT’ I once again had to tell myself but could I deny that those thoughts filled me with lust or that my pussy was now more wet than it ever should be because of a man other than my husband.
 
As he put the pant on the cloth line and clipped it with a cloth peg Vikram asked me,” why did you comment just now that you thought I would be busy with Smitha? You sounded like you were upset with it.”
 
This rascal … he is asking about my unthinking outburst which I had hoped he would not notice or remember. How can I admit to him that he had provoked in me an unreasonable jealousy against Smitha?  
 
“No, nothing like that. Why do you think that? I was just asking as you had been spending quite sometime with her, that’s all.”
 
“Why Bavani, were you noticing us?” he asked with a mischievous smile. I noticed that the Mrs was gone and it was just Bavani now.  I let that pass.
 
“Why should I? … It so happened that I looked in your direction once or twice and noticed the two of you having an animated conversation.” In trying to explain it away I realised I was just exposing to him that he was occupying my mind.
 
He then took another tack and said something I didn’t expect. “You know Bavani, though I was talking to Smitha I was looking at you quite often.”
 
Him saying this should not have made me so happy inside. I had thought he had ignored me and was totally engrossed with Smitha but in reality he was still paying attention to me. “Why?” was all I could ask.
 
The washed clothes had already been put up to dry, there was no reason for me to be there anymore but yet I was standing there having a conversation with a man who had been my lover in my imagination as I sought relief through masturbation.
 
“It was just that I was in the presence of the two most beautiful women present here, or anywhere for that matter, and I could not decide who was the more beautiful among the two.”
 
This was where my response should have been, ‘why are you doing that’ or ‘don’t you have anything better to do’ but it should never be ‘and who was that?” Yet I found myself asking.” What did you conclude?”
 
He smiled at that, a smile of triumph I was sure. “Can I be truthful Bavani?” he asked me.
 
This gave me the jitters. What if he said it was Smitha? “Of course,” I replied.
 
“Let me be frank. You are both stunningly beautiful. It so happens Smitha is a few years younger and she has the fresh beauty of youth.”
 
My heart sank. I had this big sense of disappointment. Why should his opinion matter? He was nothing in my life. I should only worry if my husband thought like this. Yet what I felt was what I felt and there was no changing it.
 
“But,” he continued and I looked up at his face,” there is an elegance along with your beauty. This is the type of beauty that endures. I know which type of woman I would prefer to spend my life with.”
 
I couldn’t hide the delight in my face. “You know how much I envied your husband as you were speaking to him. He is a very lucky man and I hope he knows that.”
 
“Enough Vikram, please …. You’re embarrassing me.”
 
“No, I’m just saying what I know to be true. By the way don’t go on to the stage where the wedding ceremony will be held.”
 
“Why?” I asked puzzled.
 
“You will outshine the bride, all eyes would be on you instead of the bride. That poor girl would be upset.”
 
I smiled being very pleased at what he said. I was feeling too shy standing there anymore. I felt like I was floating. I turned to walk away and once more the wet floor came to Vikram’s aid. I slipped and fell backwards (or did I purposely slip?) As I fell backwards as expected Vikram caught me once more. This time the back of my body was pressed against front of Vikram. His arms came around to my belly. The touch of his warm fingers on the cool smooth flesh made me shiver involuntarily. His hands were not just holding me by my belly but they were gently caressing the flesh. His manhood was pressing hard between the two rounded flesh of my buttocks. I felt something press on the nape of my shoulder …. Was it his lips? I opened my mouth to protest but no sound came out. I felt his hand move up from my stomach, was he going to grab my breast. Stop him Bavani, I told myself. I tried to move but my legs felt weak. There was a breeze blowing over the terrace yet I started to sweat. Am I going to give in to him so easily … move Bavani, move. Just then it was my husband who came to save what belonged to him.
 
“What? She is up in the terrace … okay I’ll go and see,” I could clearly hear my husband’s voice from downstairs.
 
Oh my god, my husband is back. This was the impetus I needed to come to my senses. I shrugged to move away and his hands too let me go. As I walked rapidly towards the stairway I turned to have a glance. What if my husband was to see that Vikram had also been here with me? I saw him walk quickly walk to the water tank. By moving to the back of it he was hidden from view. Thank god he had the sense to be discreet. As I reached the staircase my husband too had reached the top at the same time.
 
“Oh, you’re back dear, Avinash had dirtied his clothes and I had washed it and came here to dry it,” though I was flustered I tried my best to hide it from me.
 
My husband didn’t say anything but I noticed he was looking over my shoulder and scanning the terrace with his eyes. It looked like my husband too had sensed something wrong in Vikram’s intentions and was suspicious.  Luckily Vikram had had the foresight to remain hidden.
 
“Were you alone here? Was anybody else here on the terrace?” my husband asked me.
 
I felt a stab of fear in my heart. Did my husband know and was just testing me? Should I tell him the truth that Vikram was also here? Just because Vikram was here it didn’t mean that something wrong had happened. Better that than to be caught in a lie. But I took a risk and said,” No, no body was here, I was all alone.”
 
“Okay, let’s go back,” my husband said and I followed him with a huge feeling of relief.
 
I just couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky I had been. If I had not heard my husband’s voice or if he had quietly come upstairs he would have found Vikram holding me in an embrace from behind. How could I have explained that away as just being Vikram holding and preventing me from falling as I had slipped. How would that have explained why my eyes were closed and I was seemingly enjoying the embrace. Or that Vikram’s lips were on the nape of my neck and I was allowing it. Or even if all this had happened accidently and he was just holding me from falling then why did the embrace last so many seconds. My pussy was wet and it felt uncomfortable and I wanted to wash it but if I rushed off to the bathroom now it would only raise my husband’s suspicion. I better just bear it for some time. However, there was another thing. I have inadvertently given to Vikram the clearest indication yet that I was attracted to him and my emotions have been affected by him. It just needed the right place, the right time and the right opportunity along with a little push from him and he would get what he wants. The question I was asking myself is whether I was unhappy he knew this or I was happy and wanted him to know this. Maybe on my own my conscience won’t allow me to give in to him but I needed to feel that he was able to enjoy me only because I was forced.

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Excellent!..  This was the change from Tamil version I was hoping for.. Now Bhavani and Vikram can do the future things like its the first time.. Keep going like this, bro.. You are doing great!

Yes, I did the changes, luckily this won't affect the narration so much on the parts I already wrote in Tamil. I just have to make a little bit of changes here and there. 

very nice

Thanks

Erotic seduction, nice !!!

Thank you

The turbulence going in Bavani's mind right now.  The last para summarizes it well

Unfortunately as we know, the mind only wins post the heart. 

Bavani's heart is beating faster, her pussy wetter, her body hotter - deadly combo with no place for rational thinking

She had been married for six years. The seventh year itch is about to start. She was already ripe for new sexual adventures. Vikram just happened to be the catalyst. 

Would love to read 

Bavani having some xxx small adventures right when hubby near her [behind his back],   like getting her :

• Boob pressed
  
• Pussy grabbed
  
• Ass thapping 
  
• Wantedly dashing on her [front or back whatever]
  
  

Each opportunity letting her feel Vikram's body and hands on her

Another scenario where Bavani's enjoys right in front of Hubby:


Some bride/groom games where Bavani is pulled in and Vikram partners her as Hubbly not there or he came late.

Some touching here/there throughout game and Hubby cant say anything as others might say something.

Vikram uses this opportunity heavily , at last stage even lifting Bavani and holding her. Hubby completely paralyzed with disgust/fear and hears others talking about how good Bavani/Vikram couple are. 

Finally Hubby seen questioning Bavani but she shuts him off saying it is his imagination and Vikram was only playing game.

Have to read what I had already written in Tamil. Will see if there is scope to incorporate any of the things you have suggested. Will certainly try to do so if possible.


Here is the balance of Chapter 4.

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Chapter 4 – (continued..)

 
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That bloody dog …. he came at such a wrong time I cursed Bavani’s husband. I didn’t realise how much time had passed since he had gone out. An hour had passed so fast. It had already been more than half an hour before Bavani had gone to the terrace. I thought I still had enough time but her husband seemed to have returned on the dot of an hour. He must really have hurried to get back here as quickly as possible. If he had come back even another ten minutes later I would have fully got Bavani to given in to me. My fingers had gone past her lower belly and was almost touching where her saree pleats were tied in around her waist. As my fingers tried to push past in would she have pulled in her stomach to allow my fingers in? If she had then she was ready to give her voluptuous body to me. I could feel her body trembling. The way her bosom was heaving up and down it also showed her emotional turmoil. She was seemingly unable to control her feelings since she just stood there frozen. I was kissing her on her neck but I was not sure that in the emotional state she was in she was even aware of it. If my hand had only been able to touch that sweet pussy then one vital barrier between us would have been permanently breeched. I can be bolder in being physical with her after that. If only I had been able to insert my finger inside her honey pot how I would have loved to know how wet and aroused she was. I’m sure that if I had I would definitely have wanted to know the smell of her feminine secretion. That smell would have gone straight to my cock and it would have become painfully erect. The medicine to sooth that pain was there in Bavani’s luscious lips and in the wet folds of her delightful pussy. In any case my approach can be more direct after this.
 
Luckily I had remained hidden behind the water tank. I had seen Mohan look all over the terrace probably checking if I was there. It confirms he was suspicious and jealous of me. That was what I liked. Successfully seducing and fucking the wife of a jealous husband while he was around and had tried his utmost to prevent it from happening. He must see the change in his wife after my cock had successfully plumbed the depths of her intimate pleasure hole. He must see the new look of happiness on her face. He must see the furtive glances between me and his wife and be confused if it was just an innocent interaction between friends or exchange of lust between lovers. He must see a sudden change in the way she walked …. New sway and sensuousness in it. He must see the sudden glow in her …. that only comes when a woman had been thoroughly fucked and taken to the heights of extreme pleasure. He must see all this and he must wonder if he had already failed in his saving his honour. That his wife had betrayed him. That she had been wildly and passionately kissing me in throes of pleasure with her willing pussy being rammed by my cock like the way he had never before. He must wonder all this but yet not be sure. This jealousy must drive him to demand sex from his wife. He would want to fuck her furiously to prove himself. But even when he is fucking her aggressively his mind would be tortured by images of my bigger and thicker cock plunging in to his wife’s cunt … of her legs and arms wrapped around my body, her nails clawing on my back showing the ecstasy she was in ….  of her body thrashing on the bed in uncontrollable pleasure. These images should drive him to finish must faster and not give his wife any sexual satisfaction but also make him realise that he had an intensely satisfying orgasm that only the emotion of envy could induce in a man.
 
These thoughts and also me just having embraced the sultry body of that big breasted love goddess Bavani caused my cock to want to burst out of my pants. I wanted all the pent-up lust to be released only when I and Bavani were engaged in our first passionate lovemaking but I couldn’t wait anymore, I needed relief otherwise I would probably get blue balls as my rod had been getting erect so many times without ejaculation. I pulled down my zip and reached inside to pull out my long cock. It was with some difficultly that I did that because I was having on of the biggest and hardest erection I had ever had. The only other time my cock had bloated up this big and hard was when I had my very first sexual experience. My cock came out angry and ready for action. How I wish Bavani had seen this. I was not being arrogant or boastful but I was lucky to be blessed with an impressive love tool. It was not just what I thought but a couple of women had drooled over it and had said the same thing. I closed my eyes and tried to recollect all the bumps, curves and softness of Bavani’s body that I had only a while ago explored. I let my imagination take complete control ……….
 
Mohan had not come back, I had pulled Bavani to this place behind the water tank so that we would be hidden from view. Bavani was facing the tank wall with her hands on it. The loose dbang of her saree was on the floor, her blouse and bra were pulled up with her large ripe breasts dangling in front. Her body slightly bent backwards and legs standing wide apart. Her saree was pulled up over her waist and her panties was lying on the ground around one of her ankles. I was standing behind her, my hand holding her curvaceous waist. My pants and boxers were also on the ground. I was rubbing the head of my cock on the delectable slit testing her readiness. Every time I rubbed more of her viscous secretion was coating my head. She was wet and she was ready.
 
“Vikram please …. don’t …  stop …I don’t want to cheat on my husband.” Even standing in this position with her pussy so wanting my cock inside she was pleading with me. This is what I wanted a reluctant wife unable to control her passion. Her words don’t ….. stop was to me like she was saying don’t stop. I pushed in an inch and stopped.
 
“Oh gosh…mm..” she moaned. I pushed in half of my thick stem inside. Her pussy lips opened wide and grasped my cock tightly. “Ang…ang…It’s so big … I can’t take it,” Bavani gasped. But she was the one to push her hip backwards wanting my while hard flesh inside her body. Now my pubic hair was tickling her pussy lips.
 
I started pushing in hard, again and again making her body shudder her tips sway and soft buttocks flesh quiver.
 
“Aahhh … shhh…. Can’t stand it you donkey… why are you thrusting so hard … you’re tearing my cunt.”
 
“I want to tear your married cunt … that’s why… you like this don’t you.”
 
“ang….ang…..ang….. you fuck so good Vikram… you got a super cock… ssss…. It’s going in so deep.”
 
“hump…hump…. Your husband is just downstairs but you are crazy for my cock you slut… you’re a horny bitch with an itching cunt.”
 
“You bastard you seduced me and now you are calling me vulgar names… bastard… bastard… ahh… ahhh… that’s it faster.”
 
“You are the wife only to your husband …to me you are a slut… tell me.. you’re my bitch are you not.”
 
“Yes, you bastard … I’m your bitch … your mistress … now just fuck me hard …. do it …. Show me what a stud you are…”
 
My imagination had heated me up so much that I shot my load on the wall there. My lust for Bavani had been so great that a lot of spunk had filled up in my sacs, I shot out copious amount of thick sticky fluid that stuck on the wall and then slowly dripped down. Though I had a good orgasm this was never going to be an adequate substitute to the real pleasure that Bavani’s still chaste pussy holds. I came to another decision that I wasn’t going to stop with having fucked Bavani here (if I could successfully seduce her). I wanted this sexy and beautiful wife again and again. The distance between Coimbatore and Bengaluru isn’t so great. I could easily go there whenever I felt horny. On weekends her husband would probably be at home and also every evening. So, if I and Bavani wanted to enjoy sex it has to be during the day on weekdays. That would mean I would have to take leave more often than before. But it would be worth it. I was getting a little bored with the current two women I have been banging. Let their husbands take care of them or let them get another man if they want. Neither of them, are anywhere close to Bavani’s beauty. Hmm … so when Mohan is hard at work I will be working hard to sexually satisfy his wife. I would probably continue my adulterous affair with Bavani for a year or two, because no matter how careful one can be when an adultery continues too long it was almost certain those involved will be caught one day. So, in that time I must enjoy all that I want with Bavani. Even Bavani for that matter would want to stop after sometime. When the thrill of the new affair is gone she too may not want to risk her marriage any more. But before that who knows, her next child could even be through me. For After that it would be a pleasant memory to me and probably to Bavani too. Mohan can have her back fully then and Bavani can continue as a good housewife. As I pulled up my zip I was already thinking of what next to do. I have to seduce and fuck Bavani by tonight. Tomorrow morning is the wedding and everyone would be very busy including Bavani. I was not sure if Mohan and Bavani would be here another night or they would be leaving for home late afternoon or evening. Pondering on this I sneaked back downstairs being careful not to be noticed.
 
She
 
What a great escape I had, both from Vikram and from my Husband. If my husband had been a bit late I may have let him do everything. I knew what he was going to do as his fingers slid down my belly. I couldn’t even bring my hand to hold and stop that hand from moving further down. Would I have let his hand go inside my saree to where his fingers wanted to go? I was so weak and vulnerable at that time. I don’t know because my mind said no and my body said yes. If he had really been able to caress me fully then I am not confident I would have been able to stop him. I will not know that now. He seems to be the type of man who knows what to touch, where to touch and how to touch. My husband is not very good in this I know. I was aware that I had clearly signalled to him that I was available. Since I had not complained to my husband on what happened on the terrace he would be more direct next time. Will I still be able to save my chastity? I keep thinking of chastity but am I still a faithful woman. Do you only betray your husband when you physically have a relationship with another man? If you think of desire to sleep with another man have not already given up your chastity. If you think of it this way how many wives would be considered to be chaste. Many, many wives would have one time or other imagined having sex with a man they fancied. Most of them won’t carry out their fantasy but they would have cheated in their mind. What is this chastity anyway? It is something artificially created because a man still thinks of his woman as his property and this thinking was implanted in the women’s minds so that the men could safeguard their property. As these thoughts crossed my mind I also had this uneasy feeling that I was mentally preparing myself to give myself to Vikram and enjoy the new thrilling pleasure that I thought I was missing. What I was thinking on chastity was just me looking for justification if I were ever going to open my legs for Vikram.
 
One thing I had to admit, when Vikram was holding me for those few seconds, when his thick rod was pressing into the soft folds of my buttocks my body was experiencing a type of pleasure I had never know before, even when I had engaged in full sex with my husband. The trembling of my body, the weakness in my legs were because of a rapture that was demanding to be explored fully … and to be explored with Vikram. Even now I was feeling the tingling feeling that arose in my vagina. Was were these feelings so arousing and pleasurable? Is it because of a new relationship forming? Or because of the thrill of the forbidden or the virility of Vikram? Or is it that all three had a role in causing within me this great temptation for the salacious. The satan within me was whispering delightful obscenities in my ears to enjoy this wonderful forbidden joy. Don’t fool yourself it said, no one would know … it is just here, enjoy it once and all will be forgotten once your back home. You can go back to your boring life then. Don’t miss this opportunity. When will there be going to be such a handsome and virile man in your life? He will show you heaven, experience that at least once and treasure it always. You felt how big he was … don’t you want the experience of that in your precious pussy at least once in your life. Let his strong lips mash into your luscious ones and transport you to another world. Rather than rejecting and pushing away these vulgar inducements I was willingly listening to it. My only hope to remain a loyal wife was that the situation doesn’t arise where Vikram and I are alone together. He would definitely try something and I will only offer token resistance.
 
Husband
 
Why had Bavani been hurrying almost running to the stairs as I reached the top? Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily and that’s why I my suspicion was raised. I looked over her shoulder to look all around the terrace to see if there was anyone else with her, especially Vikram, but I could not see anyone. I had asked Bavani if anyone else was there and she had said no. Therefore, I couldn’t go to the terrace to check after that, even though I wanted to. If I had done so and found no one to be there it would have upset my wife that I had been suspicious of her and she would have become angry with me. I not only would have difficulties mollifying her after that, Vikram could have also used the anger against me to his advantage. In any case Bavani did seem to be talking normally at that time so even though the nagging feeling that something was wrong refused to go away, I ignored it as just being my insecurity. I now had nothing much to do and was spending the time chatting with some of the other men while noting wherever Bavani was going. It was about ten to fifteen minutes later that I saw a figure walk quickly pass the hall to go outside. It was none other than the bloody rogue Vikram. Where did he come from? Did he come from the back … or the side entrance … or ..or … good god what if he was only now coming down from the terrace? I should have checked the terrace no matter what Bavani’s reaction would have been I thought with regret now. Since I had not done that I again had this doubt that Vikram too could have been there. If he really had been there why did Bavani not say so? The other thing was if Vikram had been there then why did he have to hide from my sight? So many doubts all because of the uncertainties that is plaguing me. If really the both of them had been there all alone than what could they have been doing? I shook my head violently, trying to drive the disturbing images from my mind. Those around me on seeing that asked me what happened. No, nothing, just having a little headache I lied managing the situation.
 
As Vikram crossed the hall his head slyly turned in the direction of my wife. She too from where she was sitting and arranging things, seemed to slightly look sideways at him. Were they exchanging glances like secret lovers? Was that a small smile on her face? I totally couldn’t see Vikram’s face and only slightly my wife’s face so I couldn’t be sure. All these shenanigans were causing a spike in my blood pressure. Now I really had a headache. One of the men suggested that we go nearby small hotel (about one hundred meters away) and have some coffee. Since the women folks were all busy they didn’t want to trouble them to make coffee for us. All the others agreed and welcomed the suggestion. I was the only one who was reluctant to leave my wife at what whatever Vikram may try. As I declined the invitation the other men insisted I come along. Besides I had already told them I had a headache so they insisted that a hot cup of coffee would be good to ease the ache. Having no real valid reason not to go I with great reluctance stood up to accompany them. As I was about to leave my eyes once went to where my wife was sitting. Fair skinned with a curvaceous and buxom body. A face that had both beauty and glamour. Everything about her suggested sensuous sexuality. Even now when she was without any make up she looked so enticing. Why did I marry such an attractive woman? For the first time in my life I regretted doing so.

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By reading the update, I can feel as if,  I am one of the invisible audience there silently observing Hubby, wifey and Vikram all at same time.
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Chapter 5 – Vikram Strikes

 
She
 
I saw my husband and a group of men get up and prepare to go out. One of the men called out to his wife to tell her that they were going out for coffee. That would mean they are going out to the small hotel which was about a hundred meters from here. I knew very well what type a few of them were. They are the type to spend a long time chatting on all and sundry as they sipped their coffee, hence they were unlikely to come back fast, probably will take more than half an hour. Why did this cause a feeling of excitement in me? Was I anticipating with my husband out of the way Vikram may try something? Now where did that rascal go I wondered …. my eyes surreptitiously scanning around. Ah … I spotted him ..  he was standing by a window just outside the hall. Ha .. ha .. ha .. where else would he be, with me being here he won’t go far away, even Smitha could not distract him from me I thought proudly. His primary desire seems to be to ogle me every chance he gets. Again, our eyes met, there was an exchange of smiles but this time the smile held more than friendship in it. We had moved beyond friendship though not openly acknowledged yet. I went back to what I was doing though after every minute or so I would slyly glance at his direction. Every time I did that he would be looking at me. Then I realised he was not exactly looking at my face and that his eyes were focused a little lower. He also licked his lips now and then. I only then became aware that the top of my saree had slid down my bosom a bit. I had a fairly low-cut blouse and with me sitting my milky cleavage was visible quite clearly. That sly crook has been feasting his eyes on the cut of my two breasts. My first instinct was to cover myself up and I immediately adjusted my saree and again glanced in his direction. He had the puppy dog expression of a treat being snatched from him. I almost laughed out on seeing that. He too must have seen me trying to stifle my laughter because there was a grin on his face. I was shamelessly flirting with him. This was a behaviour that was totally unbecoming of a proper married woman but it felt so good. It made me feel young again, made me forget I was a married woman. My saree again slid down almost as low as before. This time I did not do anything. Let him get excited and aroused seeing my cleavage, I was getting aroused too with this virtual foreplay.
 
At that time one of the middle-aged women, Mohan’s aunty, spoke to me from across the hall,” Bavani, we need another three large plates for the evening anointing the bride ceremony.”
 
“All the plates have been used up already Aunty, what to do?” I asked her.
 
“There are some plates in the corner room upstairs, can you go and get it for me, I find it difficult climbing up the stairs,” She said. Her body was on the heavyset side.
 
“You want me to go….??,” I hesitated. It would mean me being alone once more when my husband was not around. One part of me liked it and wanted me to go another part of me was warning me that it was dangerous. I glanced at Vikram again. He had perked up on hearing this conversation. I could see the excitement within him.
 
Please Ma,” the aunty said but on seeing me hesitate she continued with a sigh,” Okay if you can’t I will somehow manage.”
 
I couldn’t be so rude to her. “No, no its okay aunty, I’ll do it,” I said. Even Vikram won’t be so bold to follow me I thought. Even though I knew I was fooling myself.
 
The stairs going upstairs to the room upstairs was on the opposite side to where Vikram was standing. I quickly walked to the stairs and climbed up the stairs as fast as I could. Flirting with Vikram secretly because we were in the open was one thing but being alone with him was another. Basically, I was scared as I had little faith in my resolve. When I reached the top of the stairs I turned around and looked down, there was no one there. I was not sure of my feelings then, was it a feeling of relief or a feeling of disappointment? There was nobody in this side of the floor. This was where all the old things and other stuff were kept. There were only two rooms here, the first room and the corner room. I walked to the corner room with legs feeling week with nervousness. I opened the door and went in. There were quite a few stuffs in here. It was not a matter of just picking up the plates and going. First I had to find them. There was a table on one side and some things kept beyond that. I looked over the table to see but there were no plates there. I looked at the other side, there were some empty boxes. Maybe the plates were behind them. I had become engrossed in my searching that for a minute I had forgotten about Vikram.  I moved the first box aside. I was delighted there were a stack of five large eversilver plates there. Just when I was about to bend down and take the plates I heard the sound of the door close. I froze with my heart starting to beat faster. There was someone else in the room with me. I knew who it must be … who else but Vikram. I heard the faint sound of almost silent footsteps approaching me. I stopped breathing. I could literally feel a face coming very close to my hair. There was a long deep intake of breath. Probably Vikram was inhaling the fragrance of the jasmine flowers in my hair. Then I felt hot breath on my shoulder and finally a soft kiss there. ‘whooff…’ I let out the breath I had been holding.
 
Now was the time I should act. I should turnaround, I should push him back. But I did none of this. I just stood there frozen. His arms came around to wrap my body. I nearly swooned but his strong arms held me. He was kissing, licking and whispering in my ear,” Bavani…my angel… Bavani… you’re so beautiful I can’t stop myself.”
 
He couldn’t stop himself but the thing was I didn’t stop him. I felt my nipples perk up and swell. The desire I had been trying to suppress was being aroused by his embrace. He turned me around. My head drooped down being unable to face him. He lifted up my head. I closed my eyes shame making me unable to see his face.
 
“Look at me,” he whispered huskily. I still didn’t open my eyes. “Darling… look at me,” he whispered again. I still couldn’t open my eyes. I felt something wet touch my one eyelid then the other. He had kissed my eyes. My body trembled my breath now was as hot as his. I slowly opened my eyes. I saw the wanton desire in his eyes which was burning with lust for me. God, how much he wanted me. Can a man have this much of desire for a woman. His eyes made me feel special. That I was the most desirable woman in the world for him. Yet what was happening was very wrong.
 
“Vikram… I … no .. don’t …,” I was stuttering.  His lips mashed against my lips eating all the incoherent words that were struggling to come out.
 
He was a good kisser … a very good kisser. My hands were holding onto his biceps for what reason I don’t know. I was neither pushing him away or pulling him in to me. But he wasn’t so indecisive. I felt one of his hands behind my lower back and one on my buttocks. He pulled me in so that my chest was mashed on his and his groin was pressing against my mound of Venus. There was something hard raring to get at my pubis. There was pleasure emanating from two points of my body. My pointed nipples that were battling against his hard chest and from my most intimate part being rubbed by the thing that was promising me much more joy than this if given the chance. My already weak resolve was rapidly diminishing from the pleasure I was being subjected to. My eyes slowly closed as my hands moved from his biceps to his shoulders as I gave myself to him. I started kissing him back …for the first time a man other than my husband was tasting the sweetness of my lips and I too enjoyed the taste of this new pair of lips.
 
Husband
 
I was at the hotel but my mind was back at the bungalow. What would my wife be doing right now, where was Vikram? (He did not know that the two people he was wondering about were clinched in a tight embrace. What he had feared was happening right at that moment. Vikram was kissing his wife’s lips with a fervour even he had not and his wife was kissing him back with a passion she had not shown to even him.) My legs were fidgeting betraying how uneasy I was though outside I tried to appear calm. Somehow within me the thought that I had let an opportunity to arise in favour of Vikram was causing me to be nervous. My only solace was that there were so many people around and hence Vikram wouldn’t have the chance to try anything with my wife. But then that was what I had thought earlier too but Bavani had gone to the terrace and I had a nagging suspicion that Vikram had been there with her. If this was indeed true than my trust in my wife is misplaced. She had denied that anyone was there with her. I shouldn’t say denied because that would equivalent to a vehement reply. She had merely informed me that she had been alone in answer to my query. My only hope and prayer was that this was indeed true.
 
What these few hours had reiterated to me was that my wife was a very desirable woman. I was very conscious of it when we were newly married but over time I had taken her beauty for granted. I was complacent that she was only for me and me alone. This was because she had not given me any cause to think otherwise. But now, here, when Vikram had been so taken up by my wife’s beauty that I had a new appreciation of it. Her doe like dreamy eyes seemed to be more hypnotically alluring. Her heart shaped lips with a heavy lower lip seemed to be extra luscious and juicy than before. The large breasts seemed to be jutting up more proudly from her body. The curve of her waist, with the beginnings of a fold just about trying to take shape was so sexy and erotic. All these I am noticing again because another man was starting to be enraptured with it. What was giving me this nervousness was that my wife seemed to notice this and also appeared to be affected by this. Only thing I did not know how much and in what manner. I was longing to go back. With this opportunity that I had given them this image in my mind of the two of them clinched in a passionate embrace in some lonely part of the house kept intruding in my mind. Let this just be my insecurity and reality I hoped fervently.
 
He
 
… I can’t believe that this was actually happening. What started off as a remote possibility was now actually happening …
When I heard that Bavani was going upstairs to the section where the rooms were used as some sort of storerooms made Ime excited. I knew that that area was a separate section with another set of staircases leading to it. I also knew that no one goes there or that anyone will be there unless they needed to get something. Bavani knew I knew that she was going upstairs alone. If she really didn’t like what happened on the terrace or at least regretted it later that she had allowed me to practically hug her then she would not go alone. She could easily have asked one of the younger women, closer to her age, to accompany her if she really wanted to avoid anything happening, but the moment she chose to go alone I was elated that I was already almost there. I went taking the long route around the back of the bungalow so that no one would notice where I was going. When I entered the room, it was pretty dark with the little bit of sunrays filtering through the closed windows giving a little light. I waited for my eyes to be accustomed to the limited lighting in the room. I saw her then, Her fair body clearly visible even in the dim light. Her skin contrasted to the dark blue saree she was wearing. I slowly closed the door and there was a light creaking sound. Bavani must have heard it because she was at that time about to squat to take something. She immediately stood straight up without moving. I expected her to turn to face me but she just stood there as if frozen. She must have guessed I was there yet her reaction was to just stand there unable to react in any way. I guess she was petrified and excited in equal measures. It was time for me to take charge. I silently moved towards her. As I neared her I could hear her heavy breathing. She was definitely caught in the emotions of that moment. It was I decided time to act boldly.
 
I hugged her from behind grabbing her delightfully fleshy body. I wasted no time in kissing her from behind on her neck and shoulder. I whispered in her ear the deep desire I had for her. She started to sweat not just only because of the enclosed room. She didn’t resist but didn’t cooperate either. The remnants of her morality were preventing her from complete surrender. I had to wipe the vestiges of it away completely. I turned her around to face me. The natural feeling of guilt and shyness prevented her from being able to look at my face. I didn’t relent. I made her look at me. I could see the trepidation in her eyes but beyond that I could also see desire waiting to be freed. At last she spoke, rather she stuttered in her anxiety. I smothered her lips with mine and with it I smothered all the words she had difficulty uttering. Those succulent lips were as sweet as I had imagined they would be. Yet she was still not kissing back but only letting me kiss her. I grabbed her back and her buttocks and pulled her tight against me. Her large breasts that looked so firm without sag was so soft as it squashed against my chest. Finally getting where I had only hoped to get made me have an enormous hardon that wanted to tear out of my pants. I pressed my groin hard on her pubic mound. I hoped she could feel how much I had wanted her. My hard rod was pushing insistently on the swollen mound. My cock was raging to get past those rose petals of hers that served as the gateway to heaven. It was my pants and her saree that stood in the way. But just grinding it there was itself giving me streaks of pleasure. Bavani must be also feeling that way because she started responding. She started kissing back pulling on my lips. Her tongue started rubbing against my probing tongue. Her hands moved from my biceps to my shoulder and then slowly around my neck. She also started pushing back on my hardon.
… I can’t believe that this was actually happening. What started off as a remote possibility was now actually happening …
 
This was a woman with suppressed sexuality I was sure now. She just needed the right man to bring it out. Mohan had lost. All his efforts to prevent what was happening now had been in vain. Mrs. Bavani Mohan was going to give her precious virtue to me. As our long kiss ended my face was buried on her cleavage. Those small mounds of flesh were heaving as I rubbed my face on them.
 
“No Vikram… this is wrong… let me go,” she said but her hands belied her words they were pressing my head on her ripe breasts.
 
My nostrils were filled with the erotic scent of an aroused female. My hands were frantically struggling with the hooks of her blouse but her large breasts were stretching out the fabric so tightly that I couldn’t unhook it. My hands went to the bottom hooks which were easier to undo. I quickly undid the bottom two and pulled up her blouse over her breasts having no patience to unhook the rest. The creamy flesh was creamier than the cream coloured bra. I put my face into the centre of her cleavage and licked her warm sweaty flesh.
 
“Ohh … Ohh.. Vikram,” She moaned.
 
I wanted more, I pulled down her bra cups and released her firm mounds of flesh. Her breasts now rested on top of her bra cups. On seeing the perked up distended nipples I had no hesitation in wanting them in my mouth. Seeing the nipples of a woman you have seduced for the first time was always very arousing. You get to see something only her husband had ever seen. I kissed her nipple. it was rubbery but firm. There was a sharp intake of breath from Bavani followed by a sigh as I took it in my mouth and sucked it like a hungry baby.
 
“God Vikram let me go,” She whispered.
 
I took my mouth off her nipple now wet with my saliva. I looked at her face, “Do you want me to,” I asked. She looked down unable to look at my face and remained silent. Her face was flushed both with desire and shame.
 
I pulled her close to me, her cheeks pressed against mine. “Don’t fight it Bavani, I want you, you want me. Let’s just enjoy the moment. We kissed again passionately urgently seeking to ease out pent up arousal. I swooped down and carried her with our lips still entwined together. I walked over and laid her on the table that was there. She lay on the table knowing I was going to take her there. She looked at me helplessly, not wanting to commit adultery but at the same time consumed by lust. I undid my belt and let my pants fall down around my ankles. I pulled down my boxers and my cock sprang out all angry and ready for action. Bavani looked down between my legs. Her eyes widened then she averted her gaze blushing a deep red. I pulled up her saree. Her smooth hairless marble like thighs came into view. They were so smooth and sexy. She had a pair of ordinary white panties on. She had ordinary inners on, not some sexy wear like she was intending to seduce anyone. Afterall though very beautiful she was just an ordinary faithful housewife not a vamp. I grabbed the waistband of her panties. She held her my hand the last bit of her modesty making this token effort. As I expected there wasn’t much resistance as I pulled it off her body. Now her hands sought to hide her most intimate treasure. I pulled her hands away to expose snatch. I was ready to snatch her precious virtue. She had a beautiful pussy with trimmed black hair covering her slit. Her labia itself was shaven clean and the lips were of a darker shade of pink than her the skin of her pubis. The black hair surrounding her fair skin and pussy was very erotic. Her labia were glistening. She too was aroused and her oily secretion was testament to that.
 
“You fool Mohan, while you are sipping coffee I’m going to sip the nectar your wife is oozing just for me. This would be more intoxicating then anything you drink,” I said to myself as my head moved towards her honey pot.  

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Hope some disturbances come and stop this [though both bodies are in high heat]

Vikram should not be that easily able to get his joystick into Wifey's wet hole.

And eager to read how Wifey faces Hubby next.

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Chapter 5 – Vikram Strikes (continued)

 
She
 
His hug, his rubbing of my body with his body, his impassioned kisses was rendering me totally compliant to his every move. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck still lost in his ardent kiss as he carried me. This is how it feels to engage in such a sinful act. Guilt that I am doing something very wrong, betraying the trust of my innocent husband but overpowering all that was an excitement and thrill I had never experienced before. My body was heated in lust, engulfed in arousal that pushed every thing else aside except the need of my body. Now I fully understood why had been called deliciously sinful by many. Our lips parted only when he laid me on the table. I lay there with my eyes half closed in swooning need, body shivering in desire. What a sight I must have been to him. The top of my saree was off, half on my body and half falling off the edge of the table. My blouse pulled up almost to my neck and my bell-shaped breasts lay on my bra cups with my half inch nipples thrusting out to its full length. His eyes grazed over my body in appreciation. His was a look of a conqueror and I was his conquest … and the vanquished was my husband. I saw him undoing his belt and pulling down and letting his jeans fall down. Oh no, he was going to take me now my mind said but my body responded ‘Oh yes.’ I saw what had been straining and rubbing against me while we kissed was now prominently visible in his boxers now straining to get out. Vikram pulled down his innerwear and it sprang out in victory. My eyes widened as I saw for the first time the love weapon that was going to affirm Vikram’s victory. It was large and thick, not excessively to be alarming but just the right size to be captivating and tempting. From the first my husband was unequally equipped to battle Vikram over me. Be it his looks, his body …. and now in that most vital weapon in the bout of love and lust. I looked away blushing furiously that I had been so mesmerised by that which was going to explore the very depth of the most intimate part of my body.
 
Next I felt him lifting up my saree from around my feet. I murmured some token words of protest that he ignored and that I believed he would do. I was not even conscious of the words I was uttering. It was just some automatic response that he rightfully paid no mind to. Again, my actions discredited my words as I lifted my buttocks to assist him. When he started tugging my panties down I again made an effort to stop him but my weak response was no match for his ardour. He was seeing what only one other adult male had seen. I still had some semblance off shame as I covered my vagina with my hands but he soon had it out of the way. He would be seeing how shamelessly wet he had made me. He held my ankles and pulled my body to the edge of the table. He kissed my toes. I have been walking all over, my feet must be dirty but he didn’t seem to mind. He kissed my little toe moving up … my toe ring and then my big toe, licking it for a while. His head moved down my ankles, then my calf leaving a wet trail made by his lips and tongue. Luckily I had waxed my legs just before coming here and he must have been aroused by the smooth soft skin of my thighs. He was kissing, licking and biting gently. Even his playful bites left a reddish mark on my fair skin. The good thing was it would disappear in a few seconds. I didn’t want any evidence of this amorous play on my body. I had left trimmed hair around my pussy. It was not even a triangle, just a small circular bit of hair around my pussy lips. I know a lot of men now liked fully shaven cunts, especially the younger men, but my husband liked me to have some hair down there and I hoped that Vikram too was not displeased. His mouth was getting closer to my pussy. I was sure he could smell the scent of arousal coming from my heated pussy. But it was not his mouth that reached my pussy. I felt his finger press and splay my pussy lips. A finger slowly entered my warm and wet hole. It slid in effortlessly and knowingly on my pussy inner wall moving … probing.
 
“Aww… Ssss…Vikram…Vikram…” I moaned as his finger touched a spot in my wall. Pleasure shot through my body that I had never felt before. I expected his finger to rub and tease my love bud to transport me to the world of sexual pleasure but he had not touched my bud yet but already I was in a rapture that I had not known before. There are other zones in a woman’s private part that arouses pleasure and Vikram knows it. With my husband it had always been only the clitoris. I was aware that this teasing of my pleasure spot was making me ooze copiously.
 
“Ohh … ohh… Oh god .. Ohh…” I mumbled incoherently as waves of electric pleasure washed through my body. Vikram was younger than my husband … why he was younger than even me but he knew so much more about a woman’s body than my husband did. “Vikram .. ang….babe…aahhh…. darling..Ohhh..,” the words of endearment tumbled out unconsciously. Noo …no …  I was leaking so much I was going to flow out.
 
But that didn’t happen. Suddenly his mouth was there, fastened to my secret lips. His tongue lapped up what I oozed. Now two of his fingers were in me. Forefinger teasing a spot and the middle finger probing a little further up. My body was reacting on its own. My stomach would tighten then relax then tighten again involuntarily. My hips pressed upwards pushing my cunt lips tighter into his mouth. There was a constant flow of bliss inside me. Where had all this rapture been all my life? I was kneading my own breasts. My fingers pinching my swollen nipples my body slightly arching in the middle. Now finally his lips latched on to my clitoral hood pulling in and sucking, his tongue probing my nub. I also screamed out my passion.
 
“OOhhhhhhh……… yes…yes… you’re killing me Vikram….,” Yes I was dying … dying in pleasure.
 
My thighs wrapped around his head. I pressed his head down by one hand while I kneaded my breasts with the other. He was slurping in my juices and I had more and more to give him as he drank my pleasure juice. I was getting light headed, my nerves were tingling. I was rapidly approaching an almighty release.
 
My thoughts and Vikram’s activity were interrupted by a voice shouting out from below the staircase. “Hey Bavani What is taking you so long? We need the plates?” It was the voice of the fat aunty who sent me here.
 
I was too far gone to stop now. I told her the truth. “I’m coming in a minute aunty just hold on.”
 
Taking my signal Vikram started finger fucking and sucking my pussy again. He sucked furiously now. My mouth opened gasping like a fish out of water. My neck tilted backward my iris slid up as my eyelids’ half closed. My body started shuddering as if I was naked in a cold room. Lights burst in my brain as waves of immense pleasure wracked my body. I pressed the palm of my hand hard against my mouth from shouting out. The minute I told the aunty was already gone with the continuous shuddering of my body. With my lust sated the sense of the danger I was in came starkly to me. I got up off the table and quickly adjusted my saree. I pulled up my bra putting my breasts back into the cups and pulled down my blouse. I quickly put back the last two hooks as I walked to where the plates were. Quickly picking up three plates I turned to walk out. I saw Vikram still standing with his cock rock hard erect half tilted up to the ceiling. I had my release but he was left high and dry. I saw the disappointed look on his face. Luckily he did not try to detain me knowing our precarious position. My heart went out to him. Before going out of the door I placed the plates on the table and pulled him up to me. Lips were still wet with my secretion. I wiped his lips with my hand and gave him a deep kiss. I looked at him and said,” Sorry Vikram, I’ve got to go.”
 
“Look at this Bavani, you are leaving me like this,” He said referring to his manhood.
 
I took it in my hand for the first time. I had never felt a cock this firm. I pulled his skin up and down a few seconds. “Oh yes,” Vikram moaned in pleasure. On an impulse I bent down and kissed it and then took into in to my mouth and sucked it just three .. four times.
 
“Just then Aunty bellowed again,” Bavani, are you coming.”
 
I got up quickly and whispered,” Sorry,” again and taking the plates and opening the door I shouted out,” On the way aunty.” As I practically almost ran downstairs.  Only as I was handing over the plates I realised that I had left my panties on the floor upstairs.
 
Husband
 
Finally, the men decided to finish having their coffee and go back. I wanted to briskly walk back but they were all taking a leisurely stroll. How could they understand my predicament? None of them had a wife as attractive as mine and no virile young and handsome man was trying to seduce them. But I had no choice then to follow at their pace. All the time I was hoping nothing had happened while I was away. I looked at the time, we had been away approximately It 35 minutes and that was 34 minutes too long as far as I was concerned. That was more than enough time to have finished one round of sex. Where could that have happened …if it happened? What was distressful to me was if any of this was true and they had actually made love it would mean that my wife was a willing participant. That would mean Vikram had won and proved himself to be more of a man than me. He had always had that slightly arrogant look and smile when he looked at or spoke to me.  It was as if he was saying look at me, look at my body, this is what your wife desires inside. I’m going to prove that and fuck her and you can’t stop me.  Now if he had actually fucked her his look would not just be arrogant, it would be disdainful at me for being a wimp and not being to safeguard my wife’s chastity. When I got back the first thing I did was look for my wife. She was in the hall with some other ladies preparing for the evening ceremony. I looked around to see if Vikram was there but he was nowhere to be seen. At first I was happy at this. Maybe seeing that he was getting nowhere with my wife he decided to give up and spend time with his friends. But this didn’t gel with my assessment of the type of man he was. He was not the type to give up easily. He would try even if there was only a very slight chance of him succeeding. I expect he would continue to try his luck till he and we were here. That being so then why wasn’t he here leering at my wife. That’s when an alarming thought struck me. What if he wasn’t here because he already had succeeded in seducing my wife and having sex with her. Now that he had achieved his aim he didn’t need to be here all the time anymore? I quickly walked over to where Bavani was.
 
“Ah.. you’re back dear, do you want anything? We are busy preparing for this evening’s event,” Bavani said to me with a smile.
 
I felt like that smile was not like her usual smile. It was a little diffident. Was that the smile of a woman who was feeling guilty? How would a guilty woman react? I didn’t know, I had no experience of that. I saw that her blouse was drenched with sweat more than the others. There was another look on her face that I couldn’t make out. It wasn’t tiredness though there were elements of that. It was something more … a look of contentment? My mind was in a muddle, I didn’t know what to think. There were things I was fearful of contemplating.
 
“No … nothing. Do you all have a lot more to do?” I asked her.
 
“We are almost finished .. another half hour or so. Then we can rest a while and get dressed up and ready for the evening,” my wife replied.
 
“Were you here all the time?” I asked.
 
“Yes, why do you ask?”
 
“No, I just simply asked,” I said not knowing what else to say. I couldn’t tell her that I wanted to know if she went off to meet Vikram somewhere alone can I.
 
I walked away with my mind filled with different conflicting thoughts. If it really happened, though I hoped it had not, where could they have possibly met. There were too many people around. Maybe because Vikram had so rattled me that I was over imagining things. But my mind still was seriously wondering where it was possible for secret lovers to meet here, in this situation. I recollected that last time I suspected they may have been together was at the terrace. When I was away would they have taken the opportunity to go there again? I slowly circled around and quietly went up to the terrace. There was no one there and that was not a comfort. So, if they had actually come here than they too would have been alone. It was so open here, I looked around thinking where is possible for two people to remain hidden from view. I saw my son’s clothes were still drying on the line. My eyes spied on the water tank. This was the only place. I walked towards it not really knowing why or what I expected to find. There was a small nook where two people could stand and can be hidden away from the view of others. I looked inside there again not looking for anything in particular. There was nothing there and nothing to see. Not knowing whether I was feeling relieved or disappointed that I didn’t find anything I was about to turn away when I saw a large stain on the brown wall. It was not white or colourless, rather it was a mix of both. It had almost completely dried but for just a last bit of moistness. A chill went through my heart. I hoped it was phlegm or spit or anything else at all except what I was thinking it could be. It was not something from days ago. It was fresh but from how long ago?
 
I had to know for sure what it was. But thinking of the only way I could confirm what it was made me want to throw up. I had to touch it, smell it to confirm what I dreaded it was. Seeing the height from which the stain started was also unnerving. It was around the height of where the hip of a man of almost six feet would be, and there was only one man who I could think of who was of that height. I had to do something very humiliating, I had to squat down on my haunches and move my head towards the smear. I had no desire to touch it. The strong smell of a man’s seminal release would confirm what it was. I felt so disgusted that it was like as if I was moving my face towards Vikram’s groin. When my face was about a foot away the smell confirmed it was what I had feared it was. I felt a hollow defeat inside. In my mind I could just see Bavani bent down with her hands on the wall. He would have had her saree pulled over her waist as he pumped his big cock (I knew it was big as I had seen it when he was urinating on the wall) inside my wife’s vagina. What would my wife had felt? Would this experience of having a huge member penetrate her tight pussy been overwhelmingly pleasurable for her? Even for my normal sized penis with the normal girth Bavani’s vagina always felt tight. How Vikram would have enjoyed it. In voluntarily tears welled up in my eyes. Has my Bavani betrayed me … has she cheated on me? Pull yourself together man, I scolded myself. This proved nothing. This ejaculation could have been from anyone, it could have just been from masturbation. This was no reason to doubt my wife’s character. I could be right or I could be totally wrong. Knowing something for certain was in a way easier. You would know what to do, how to deal with it but having this uncertainty was very torturous. I walked back downstairs with unsteady feet, a man not knowing if he had been defeated or not.
 
He
 
She had left me high and dry like this. ‘Bitch’ ‘bitch’ I cursed, not Bavani but that old fat bitch who had called out to Bavani to hurry back. All I needed was another ten minutes, that was all I needed. I would have rammed my thick rod to the hilt, into her sweet pussy. I now know for sure how sweet it was because I have tasted it. I had fingered her in all the right spots as I sucked her pussy and she flowed for me … oh how she flowed for me. So much … so much. From her reaction I could see that this was new to her. Mohan may have even given her oral sex but he probably would have limited himself to licking her clit. But the way her body undulated, her frequent epileptic like fits showed that she was in uncontrollable pleasure. She had such a clean, sweet pussy, the only smell was that of her lust that wafted to his nose and aroused him to no end. So much of her feminine fluid oozed that she was unconsciously getting ready for the invasion by my love spear. How much she was losing control I could see by her kneading her own breasts as I glanced up with my lips still fastened to her intimate lips. She was pinching and twisting those stiff nipples that I had sucked a few minutes before that. The first time she cradled my head to her breasts was when I knew her resistance was broken. I was making every effort to give her an unforgettable experience when I sucked on her cunt … the skills I honed through experience and experimentation. She must enjoy it so much that she must crave for it again. I knew I was succeeding when she pushed down my head hard to her pussy and when she locked my head in place by her marble like smooth thighs. The icing on the cake would be for me to shove my cock into her tight cunt. I had already broken almost all her barriers but fucking her at least once would remove any little off chance that she would regret what she had already done and reject me altogether.
 
I wanted for her to have an orgasm first. When she was in the stupor of that pleasure I would have pushed my cock into that waiting cunt. But she had been brought to her senses by that fat bitch calling her to hurry up. I almost laughed when Bavani shouted out to the fatty that she was coming and a short while later came in my mouth. Whatever said and done I was so very disappointed. I so wanted to feel how good it would feel when my cock was nestled deep in the wet folds of her cunt. I didn’t even mind if she had to leave before I had my orgasm. It was important that she climaxed at least once with my rod ploughing inside her. She would never be able to say no to me after that. So, when she suddenly got up, adjusted her saree and blouse and picked up the plates to leave I must have looked a pitiful sight standing there with my pants around my ankles and my stiff prick aching impatiently to enter into her still pure pussy. I could have forced her to stay and fucked her but that would have been dangerous. If anyone had come looking for her everything would have been ruined. My lack of patience would have caused me to lose everything and caused a big ruckus in the house. However, my disappointment turned to delight when she had taken my cock in her delicate fingers and then had sucked my cock a few seconds. It was I who had wanted to show her how pleasurable sex with me would be but in those few seconds Bavani was able to show me how superb sex with her would be. Those soft fingers holding my cock and those luscious red lips wrapped around my hard flesh even in those few seconds made me crazier about her than I already was. More importantly when she did that it confirmed in my mind that I was definitely going to fuck her before I left this place. I have seen all that only her husband had seen and I now know why her husband wanted it to be his alone. She had seen my cock. The awe and desire in her eyes when she had seen it assured me that she would henceforth keep thinking of it. The more it occupied her mind the more she would to find out how much pleasure she was going to get through it.

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super excellent update...makes us panting for more....and the small few sucks by Bavani on her lover's cock makes us wonder what eroticism and sex that is coming up in the next updates ...too good

Thank you. All this is leading to Bavani giving her priced chastity to the young hunk. The pleasure is for He and She, the pain for the Husband.

Hi game40it,

Wonderful and erotic beginning. Reading Vikram and Bhavani incedents are so good.

Mohan insecurity and Vikram confidence and Bhavani lust evidence for what coming in their life. 


One request please don't make the husband a big simp.

Keep up the good work looking forward to read upcoming updates. 

Thank you. 

Thank you. In between the sex I also tried to convey the feelings, hopes and fears of all the three people in this sexual triangle. The Husband character would be as you wanted. 

Fantastic

Thank You.

you really rock buddy, eagerly waiting for your next update.

Thank You. Working on it. Very soon. 

Ah, waiting for the evening's events.  As the Groom/Bride enjoy their movement, hope to see:
> Movements from Bavani towards Vikram. Bavani somehow trying to avoid hubby and tying to go with Vikram
> Almost getting caught from Hubby and managing. Many Close calls but Bavani somehow manages

As you had wanted that would happen. 

Thinking, can there be a situation where:

> Hubby himself getting into situation where he sends Bavani with Vikram
> Hubby tense knowing he sending sheep with wolf but unable to avoid circumstances
> He somehow tries to deny first, even gives eye/word  hints towards Bavani not going, Uses their son as means to stop Bavani  -  but crowd, Vikram and finally Bavani herself not caring of Hubby
> Only Hubby/Vikram and Bavani knows what Hubby means. Bavani acts casual as if she does not know anything

Vikram thanks Hubby for sending Bavani to help. Bavani thanks hubby for sending Vikram for help. 
Hubby getting tension  and blood pressure high high high but Bavani/Vikram are into their own sinful thoughts and don't bother


Hubby baby sitting their son while Vikram does some amount of xxx's with his wife

I put it as this happening in a small town, the hometown of the bride, where the father is the bigshot there. Though a lot of people from the city are there attending the wedding a thing like a married woman going away with an unmarried young man would be a scandalous shock. It not something they would engage in. The lovers getting together would have to be behind every ones back. I had already written this story in Tamil and the main scenes unfolding follows from that though I also have made substantial changes here in the English version. 

Bhavani will fuck Vikram for sure, She is already not satisfied with his husband and want someone better and good-looking. Only a matter of time before Vikram fucks her and makes her pregnant before eventully leaving her as he has already mentioned his plans.

The first part of your view will certainly happen though the latter part may not be exactly so. 

Fantastic

Thank you

super writing skill

Thank You

Awesome update !!!

Thank You

I have almost finished my next update, just got to write a little more and then go through it for any changes that strikes me and for corrections. I would probably post it later in the evening, maybe in two or three hours time. Thank you all for taking the time to comment and encouraging me.

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Still how many parts remaining  - roughly?

Do you mean this update? If so it's ready and I'm posting now. If you meant the whole story, the story is fairly long and I'm just starting.

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Chapter 6 – A small interlude

 
She
 
About half an hour later as I, my husband and my son were about to go to the room allotted to us to take a small break and then get ready for the evening festivity Vikram came walking by with two of his friends.
 
“The taste was out of this world, the sweetness is still lingering on my tongue,” he was telling his friends as he meaningfully glanced slyly at me.
 
I became alarmed. What is this he is telling his friends. Had he been telling what he had tasted up in the room when he had me half naked some one hour or so ago?
 
“It was just coffee Vikram, good coffee I agree but not the way you are saying,” one of his friends replied.
 
I sighed in relief. Apparently after my husband and his group had come back Vikram and his friends had gone to have coffee too. His friends were thinking he was talking about the coffee but only I knew what he really meant. I hope nobody notices I’m blushing now.
 
“What I got was something very special, my luck I suppose, you guys didn’t get that,” he replied.
 
“Come on Vikram, what are saying they make the same for everyone, maybe they accidently added more sugar for you,” another friend replied.
 
“hmm .. you’re right, it was too sweet … and satisfying,” Vikram said with a naughty smile. By this time, they had walked pass us and we had reached our room.
 
Only a man with great appetite for sex can have this type of appreciation for every aspect of a woman I reflected. Such a man would always understand the needs of his partner and would do everything to satisfy her desires. From the first heavy foreplay we had engaged in he had given a sample of what he can do. When he had mouthed my pussy, it was as if he was drawing the life out of me. With that he had sucked out the remaining bit of misgivings I had in engaging in sinful sex and thereby wanting to remain faithful to my husband. Oral sex was so much more than what I had believed it was through my experience with my husband. I felt uncomfortable in thinking this because I didn’t like belittling my husband when he did nothing wrong and it was I who was engaging in unforgivable behaviour but even by this oral sex Vikram had given me greater and more satisfying sexual pleasure than anything I got from my husband even after engaging in full sexual intercourse. It was not as if I had not enjoyed the sex with my husband but I got through my spouse pales in comparison to what my ‘lover’ gave me. Yes, I was thinking of him as my lover. Men trying to get into my panties was not new to me. It happened from time to time because of my good looks. But I used to view such men with a slight disdainful amusement. In my mind, Vikram is the only man to progress from just being a man trying to seduce me to me thinking of him as my lover.
 
In my mind I was moving towards a life changing decision. I was preparing myself to accept Vikram as my lover. The intention was not to separate from my husband and start a new life with Vikram. Afterall he was a couple of years younger than me and I had no illusion too. For Vikram I was an attractive woman who he wanted to enjoy sex with. He was not in love with me or anything like that. Me being a married woman was an extra motivation and challenge for him. He was not intending to start a serious relationship I know. That was in a way a comfort for me. There isn’t going to be any long-term complications that would affect my marriage. Vikram is going to be my one adventure in my life. I was going to experience the forbidden just this one time. After that it would just be a sweet memory. I won’t be left wondering how sex with another man would be. I am not the type of woman for whom this was just the beginning of sleeping with many different men. This would just be a one or two-time experience. With that my betrayal of my husband would be over. From what had happened in the room upstairs I know I am going to enjoy things I have never done in my marital sex life. Everything should be over once I leave this place. I should go back to be being a loving and loyal wife to my husband. After that I must make up for this unforgivable indiscretion by giving my husband the best sex he ever had in his life. I must do everything to keep him happy. My feeling of guilt would be the reason for this but how would my husband know. What he will know will only be enjoyment and happiness.
 
My husband seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. We had an hour to rest before getting ready for the evening bride anointment ceremony. My Son and my husband were lying on the bed as I took some my make up kit and went into the bathroom. I felt my husband’s eyes on me as I closed and locked the bathroom door. All the ladies would be decked out in their silk sarees and make up, so would I. I had already brought the required shade of nail polish to match the saree I was going to wear. It was a lighter shade of purplish pink to match my darker shade of purple silk saree. I knew I wouldn’t have much time to get ready so I brought the quick drying type. I had not brought any of my make up set to look charming for Vikram. When I had left home I didn’t even know such a person existed or was also coming for the marriage. But now as I artfully applied the polish to my finger and toe nails I was having him in mind. I finished my tasks and looked admiringly at my own handiwork. I had to wait half an hour before I could take bath and apply the others after tying my saree. I knew Vikram’s eyes would be on me. I wanted to look very good for him, better than that Smitha. When I came out my husband was still not asleep. He looked at me all over but did not say anything.
 
“Why don’t you get some shuteye dear. You can at least get an hours’ sleep. I’m going to lay down too.”
 
I went and laid down on the other side of the large bed with my son lying in the middle between me and my husband. I lay with my eyes closed but not sleeping as I didn’t want to smudge the polish I had so diligently applied. My husband and son were beside me but I was thinking of Vikram and what happened between us earlier in the afternoon. Thinking of how he had suckled on by breasts made my nipples swell up again. Again, thinking of how his fingers and mouth worked their magic on my pussy I was getting wet and aroused again. I hands yearned to reach for my pussy but I controlled myself. I remembered that I had left my panties on the floor in the room upstairs. I have to sneak up and get it later before anyone finds it there I decided. Soon I heard the soft snoring of my husband. Please darling sleep well tonight. Don’t be aware of anything happening. After tonight I may not be true to you anymore. As long as you don’t know you won’t be hurt. I don’t want that ever to happen. Half an hour later I silently got up to take my bath. I have to get my son ready before I dressed up and got ready. My husband can sleep for longer. Women take more time to get ready unlike men. When I was bathing I felt my cunt again. It was still sticky and wet. How much that sweet rascal Vikram had made me flow … how voraciously he slurped it. Now Bavani don’t keep thinking of that or you will start pleasing yourself I scolded myself. About an hour later we were all ready and about to leave the room. I took one last look in the long mirror in the room. I must admit I looked resplendent in my silk saree and make up. I had naughtily tied my saree a couple of inches lower in the hips than I normally would have. My conscience was pricking me that I was taking all this effort and care just for the benefit of one man … that too a man other than my husband, but the prompting of my conscience was feeble in comparison to the cascading of lust.
 
The first time Vikram set eyes on me that evening I saw his jaw drop involuntarily in stunned amazement. I smiled to myself at his reaction. After that he couldn’t take his eyes off of me.  I was conscious that Vikram’s eyes had been following wherever I went trying to be as discreet as possible. The wanton desire in his eyes was also making me thrilled. Almost two and half hours later the ceremony was coming towards the end. It was just past eight in the evening. By this time most of the men were loitering outside. Now some of us ladies, close relatives of the family, were helping to tidy up. In a short while food would be served.  I had talking some items to be kept where the servants would wash it later. As I placed the items outside the kitchen, my husband’s uncle’s wife who was in the kitchen called out to me.
 
“Luckily you came Bavani, I boiling some water. Please wait here and off the stove after the water has boiled. Can you do that? I’ve to go to the hall first.”
 
“Sure Athai (aunty), you go ahead I’ll see to it,” I replied while still standing outside the kitchen. It was quite dark here and no one was around. I was all alone, what if Vikram were to come here suddenly I thought to myself with a little shiver of excitement.
 
All of a sudden someone grabbed me and hugged me. I was about to shout out in fear when a hand covered my mouth. “Shh Bavani, don’t struggle it’s me,” someone whispered in my ear. I instantly recognised the voice and stopped struggling. Vikram took his hand off my mouth and turned me around to face him.
 
“Vikram, what are you doing here, leave me. Someone might come,” I said but secretly delighted that he was here.
 
“You stunning beauty, you,“ he muttered huskily,” your beauty is haunting me.” He immediately started kissing my lips. I let him kiss for a few seconds and then pushed him away.
 
“Okay, now go before someone comes and we both get into trouble.”
 
“You looked like an angel … and that low hips … mmm .. any man whose manhood could stand would have this evening. I’m no exception,” the rascal said evoking dirty image in my mind.
 
Even in this rather perilous situation I couldn’t help but smile at what he said. Seeing my smile, he pulled my hand and placed it on his groin. “See I’m not lying.”
 
Sure, enough that magnificent tool was rock hard. I pulled my hand away still feigning to be a reluctant housewife.
 
“You abandoned me there in the room and now seeing you so sexy and beautiful I had a hardon for so long now my balls are aching.”
 
“Don’t talk so dirty you idiot,” I scolded him though liking his talk. He must be having ‘blue balls’ now I said to myself.
 
“Have you no pity on me … I’m so much in pain,” he said with a pitiful look on his face.
That look awoke my feelings for him but still I said,” If you are so much in pain why don’t you release yourself.”
 
“Don’t be cruel Bavani, why don’t you do it for me? He said and then without a bit of shame he unzipped and pulled out his big tool.  It was dark but I could still see it as he was standing very close to me. The sight of that magnificent rod aroused my own lust. Not waiting for me he pulled my hand and placed it on his ramrod cock. My fingers automatically wrapped around it.
 
“Listen to me Vikram, we shouldn’t be here like this, someone might come.” Only my mouth was saying this but my hand was slowly stroking his cock.
 
He knew I was in an aroused state too. “If that is so then you better hurry up and make me come. If I hear anyone coming I’ll run away first.”
 
“Where are you going to listen to me,” I said as if reluctant and resigned to doing this without any option but in reality I liked the feel of his hard, hot flesh on my fingers. I started stroking it. It was so long and thick that it was easy to grab fully and pull up and down in long strokes.
 
As I stroked him I thought this was such a beautiful and enticing cock. In choosing someone to be my first illicit lover I somehow had selected someone with such a wonderfully arousing piece of hard meat. No, that was not entirely true, I didn’t choose him, he chose me. It is bigger than what I’m used to, will it be painful or as wonderful as I think it would be when it first enters my little pussy? My hand started moving faster and I resisted the temptation to rub my pussy at the same time. Five minutes passed and he still did not show any sign of finishing.
 
“Unbutton the first two, three buttons of your shirt,” I told him.
 
He did it without asking me why. I pulled one side of his shirt aside and took his nipple in my mouth. I knew that sucking on a man’s nipple while shaking his cock was very pleasurable for a man. My husband would stop me in less than two minutes when I did that for him as he can’t control himself from coming. But Vikram continued to enjoy the pleasure from my hand without any sign of climaxing. Now my hand started hurting. Also, he needed to finish fast. Every minute we delayed was dangerous. I made an instant decision, I had no choice, I had to be decisive. I squatted in front of him and swallowed half his cock. I started bobbing my head fast trying to take him to the edge. He started moving his hips to fuck my mouth. I held the bottom half of his stem in my fist to prevent him from shoving in his cock too deep inside and down my throat. I pumped his cock with my fist as I sucked at a speed I had never done before.
 
“Fantastic Bavani … ahhh … you’re a great cocksucker …aahh..”
 
Then in less than two to three minutes a flood of his thick cream gushed into my mouth. I swallowed some involuntarily and then spit out the rest on the ground after he had finished jerking. I got up and wiped my mouth with my hand. I could get the smell of his cock in my palm.
 
“Is your pain gone now,” I asked him mischievously.
 
“Thanks, Bavani, You suck great.”
“Enough of your praise now go before anyone comes.”
 
“Bavani, I have a souvenir from you,” he said.
 
“What?” I asked him.
 
“You left your panties up in the room, I have it now.”
 
“Idiot, why are you keeping it … give it back to me.”
 
“No chance, I like the smell, I have been enjoying that so many times today.”
 
This rascal was so good at arousing me. “Yech … You dirty fellow, go away now you idiot,” I said with a smile as I turned away.
 
When I went back into the kitchen the water was boiling because of the heat of the flames and so was my body from the flames of lust.
 
Husband
 
Where is that bloody bastard, I can’t see him around.  He was standing some thirty feet away last time I checked about fifteen minutes ago. Never mind, let that good for nothing motherfucker get out from here and get lost wherever he wants. He had been looking at Bavani like he wanted to bang her here and now. In a way I can’t blame him. So many of the other so called ‘decent’ men here had been eyeing my wife while trying not to be obvious about it. That was because of how my wife looked this evening. When we left our room this evening I was stunned to see how much more beautiful she looked today. She had taken more care to do her make up today, and she had the gumption to ask how she looked. She would not have known how jealous I felt at that time because in my mind she had taken all this trouble to look gorgeous not for me or for the evening event. This nagging suspicion that this was all for his benefit was making me seethe inside. It was not just that she had adorned her saree with care that made me upset, it was the fact that she had done so to appear sexier. There was more of her waist and belly exposed than anytime I had seen before. The saree was tied lower was evident from the two inches belt like area around her waist showing her creamy fair skin in contrast to the slightly darker sun exposed tone of skin (though still very fair skinned only darker in comparison). So, she gone a little extra low hipped but for whose benefit? I was watching her extra carefully to see if there were any sly amorous glances exchanged with Vikram. I couldn’t be sure because her eyes would generally scan around once in a while seemingly casually. As the event was primarily a ladies’ event some of the men were bored and engaged in their own conversation. My attention too was distracted as I was forced to engage in the conversation. Anyway, I was not bothered to find out exactly where Vikram was because it didn’t matter as long as my wife was inside the hall.
 
The ladies were gaily laughing, teasing the bride and having a good time as they were engaged in ceremonies of the event. Seeing their happiness and laughter I too couldn’t help but smile. I looked around to see where my wife was as for the last five minutes one of my older uncles had been boring me with details of his illness which I had no interest in, and therefore was not able to see inside the hall. I couldn’t see her but with so many women, milling around, she could possibly be hidden from my sight. I started to look around more carefully to see where she was. Slight panic set in when I was not able to see her anywhere. I made my way past the people blocking the way to go into the hall and have a proper look. Now I was really panicked because it was obvious now that my wife was not there. I tried thinking hard when was the last time I saw her … it must be nearing twenty minutes now.  When did I last notice my wife? A little longer than that. My wife was not to be seen, Vikram was not to be seen. Putting two and two together gave me a very disturbing answer. I felt anger grow within me. How can they be so bold? How can my wife behave so recklessly? Was their lust so strong that even with all the people around they had sneaked out to meet? Where can they be? To the terrace? Not likely, Bavani would want to come back quickly if anyone calls for her. Where then? My wife had not come out through the front, I would have noticed that then. Behind … yes, that is a likely place.
 
Now if they were together behind I will catch them red handed. It would be unlikely that they would be having sex. It would likely be hugging, kissing and possibly a little fondling. Also, with the people all around nothing more than that would have taken place so far. So, if I catch them while they were engaged in this light petting I can warn them. Scold them there without making a big scene. Bavani would be too scared after that to have anything to do with him. Vikram would be scared off too. He had been caught and he could get into big trouble with his friend’s family if he didn’t behave henceforth. I tried to walk as casually and unhurriedly as I could in trying not to attract attention. As I was trying to make my way to the side of the house so that I can go around to the back one of the men called out to me to ask where I was going.
 
“Need to go and urine, too many people inside, so I’m going to the back,” I replied.
 
I walked as stealthily as possible as I made my way around. Though I suspected that I would find my wife and Vikram in a clinch, kissing and fondling each other I was so afraid of what scene would meet my eyes that my heartbeat was racing uncontrollably. Would my wife be hugging that bastard Vikram? Would that son of a bitch be sucking my wife’s lips? Would my really have lost all senses of her honour and dared to cheat on me with another man? As I reached the end of the side wall I stood there for a minute, not being able to go further. Do I really want to see what was happening there? Would I be able to take it if I see my wife engaged in a passionate kiss with Vikram? Can I stand the pain of seeing Vikram’s hands on my wife’s body … pressing her tits, grabbing her buttocks? Worse, wouldn’t it kill me if I see my wife rubbing his groin with her fingers .. her hand grabbing another man’s penis in passion? Would it not be better to walk off, pretending everything was okay, or better just don’t believe any thing wrong happened. After tomorrow Vikram being here would have just been an incident in our lives. I have a whole life ahead with Bavani. But no, I can’t do that. I have to be sure. I can’t continue living with Bavani with this uncertainty about her behaviour. I stood there but only just peeked around to look behind. It was dark but I still would have been able to see two figures at least as a shadow. But no one was there. I felt so relieved. A big weight was lifted off my shoulders. No one was there but what if they were elsewhere? I silently walked up and peeked into the kitchen. Bavani was there and she was alone. Only now my life came back to me. Nothing had happened. I had unnecessarily imagined the worst. My wife was smiling thinking of something. Probably recalling something the ladies had joked and laughed about. I took another step and my leg slid and I almost slipped and fell. Something was slippery down there, probably spit or mucus. I wiped my slippers on the grass nearby to clean it. There were some jasmine buds there too on the ground but I didn’t think much of it. The important thing was Bavani was alone and Vikram was not there. I slowly walked back the way I came.
 
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Heh, heh, heh, He is walking back. Before he goes to the front I must quickly walk around the other way and get to the front. After Bavani had given me that hurried blowjob I had been making my way to the front when I saw Mohan turn around the front corner and walking towards the back. Wasting no time, I quickly walked to the opposite end and hid. If he is sneaking around like this then he must be suspecting that I and Bavani were cheating him but he is not sure so he was coming to catch us on the act. Wonderful, this was what I wanted, he must be suspicious but unsure. How not knowing if his wife had betrayed him must be torturing him. How jealousy must be making him suffer. Now I am quite confident I’m going to fuck his wife before she leaves this place. Even if that is to be the last time I have sex with her, this uncertainty he has would make him suffer all his life. Every time he has sex with his wife and as he pushes his cock inside her pussy he would be wondering if my hard and thick cock had already entered her pussy or not. Who knows, this jealousy would make him want to prove himself and he may get more enjoyable sex than he had ever got before.  Ha .. ha .. ha .. you fool, you almost slipped and fell because of my spunk. You didn’t even realise that. You know where that came from … not only from my cock but also from your wife’s mouth so probably some of her spit must have been mixed with my sperm. She didn’t spit everything out, she had swallowed some. She probably gives you oral sex, I can see that by the way she sucked my cock but I bet she had never let you discharge into her mouth, let alone swallow your jism. You’re such an idiot that you didn’t even realise that the jasmine buds on the ground came from your wife’s hair. It fell as I held her head as she so wonderfully gobbled my hard tube.
 
Your wife must have loved the taste of my hot seed, there was no retching when I shot my load into her mouth, she gulped some down quite happily. I had only asked her for a handjob but got a blowjob as a bonus. I must say you are lucky. She really knows how to fondle a man’s cock and give him a lot of pleasure. The right amount of pressure, the right amount gentle rubbing as she pulled my foreskin up and down, and how sexy her hands looked. She must have just done her fingernails, how arousing it was to see her nail polish flash in a blur as her hands moved fast. You wife really looked like a doll today. Her very slight paunch in the belly and her small coin like belly button was making my cock restless. If you don’t realise it you are a fool, your wife tied her saree a little extra low only for me not for you. Women do things to arouse their lovers which they never do or make the effort for their husbands. You didn’t know how many times your wife and I had exchanged glances just now. How she had purposely stood showing me her side so that I could see her creamy soft belly, saree tied with the small ‘V’ below the belly button. She wanted me to admire her belly, wanted to show that she did it for me. That is why the lover gets the best sex a wife can give and not her husband. I am going to enjoy all that beauty and you won’t be able to stop me. You don’t know it yet but you have already lost. Your wife has accepted my manhood to be superior to yours. It is not only me but your wife too is yearning for the time my cock would penetrate that sweet pussy of hers. In a way you are a lucky bastard. Your wife’s body is so smooth and soft to touch but there is no looseness anywhere. I’m sure her pussy is going to be the same. I already know some but tonight I will find out how every part of your wife’s body tastes. The symbol of marriage around her neck would be bouncing on her breasts as they jiggle because of the force of my rod slamming into your wife’s pleasure hole.
 
If you had been satisfying your wife properly she wouldn’t have been so susceptible to my seduction. In a way you are the cause of your own defeat. I only had a sample of the pleasures her mouth and hands can give. How expertly her broad tongue teased the underside of my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. How she just held the foreskin half an inch below the end and pulled down pulled it up to give me superb joy as she shagged me. Today were just samples. Tonight, I was going to enjoy that fully. I will know too how narrow her pussy walls are, how tight their grip would be on my hard flesh. More importantly how they will milk my cock as they spasm in orgasm. From her reaction, and the way she enjoyed oral sex from me and also enjoyed giving it I know that Bavani had a high libido. In so many years of marriage you have failed to detect or bring it out. If you had you would have enjoyed a much more fulfilling sex life. Now I’m going to enjoy it. Tonight, everyone would be tired and fast asleep but your wife and I won’t be able to sleep. We will be too excited for that. We would be waiting for the opportunity to consummate our lust. This will be an experience your wife will cherish all her life. Doing it with me when you were around. Engaging in adulterous sex hoodwinking so many people. I promise you, when your wife is travelling back with you, you will have beside you a fully sated woman. What happened between Bavani and I, the last two times was just an interlude, a precursor for things to come. That itself was very pleasurable. What awaited was pure heavenly ecstasy.  

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Absolutely brilliant buddy, you are a very talented narrator ,  while reading it seems that the scene is happening in front of us, keep up the good work dear.

Thank you. I believe that giving details adds flavor to the story. Good to know that it is appreciated. 

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Just wonderful. Simple Wonderful.
Would have loved her feeding that strong MAN sample to her hubby - Like mixing it with some sweat milk or something.


Request for more exposure scenes  - especially with hubby nearby. That would be exciting.

Just Imagine the Lust she must be having - to do such things like nipple sucking of her lover.

Pure Lust - Pure Sin - Beautiful

A woman who cheats also somehow loses any inhibitions she may have or display with her husband. Thank you for your comments. 

You are doing an outstanding job.
I must say that your writing skills are exceptional,
And your way of narration is fabulous.

Thank you. Words of appreciation such as yours serves as motivation to try and do the best I can. 

fantastic update...and Bavani intentionally wearing low saree in public to show her lover her paunchy creamy belly and a lovely belly button makes it even more appealing...kudos to you to make this a erotic story of the highest order ....and finally the subjugation of a beautiful and married mother who bends and takes her lover's cock in her mouth to give pleasure to her lover knowing fully well that her husband is around is the piece de resistance ...excellent writing skills....finally when bavani takes the cum in her mouth and swallows and still is happy about it is just more icing that can be possible on the top of your lovely cake....mind blowing update...

Thank you. When lust starts dominating and desire for a man increases a woman becomes more daring than usual. She would do everything to keep the interest of the man and would want to please him in any way she could.

Really good update and thanks for your efforts.

Thank you. Appreciate your continued support.

Amazing writing skills....
The best of part of your writing is that you keep narrating the incidents from female point of view....
Keeping the husband and He pov short is i personally admire the most.....
Keep Rocking....
You are One of the best in telling erotica...

Thank you. Though a substantial part of the story will be told in the woman's point of view, when it warrants the male parts of the narrative would be lengthy too.