[NightOwl]

INDEX        

UPDATE 1- TRISHA

UPDATE 2- The Stalker


UPDATE 3-  TRISHA

UPDATE 4-  The Stalker


UPDATE 5-  ARUN

UPDATE 6- The Stalker


UPDATE 7- TRISHA

UPDATE 8- TRISHA

UPDATE 9- TRISHA

UPDATE 10- TRISHA


UPDATE 11-TRISHA

UPDATE 12-The Stalker


UPDATE 13-TRISHA

UPDATE 14-TRISHA


UPDATE 15-TRISHA


UPDATE 16.1-The Stalker

UPDATE 16.2-The Stalker


UPDATE 17-The Stalker

UPDATE 18-The Stalker

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 1 













                                                                       
                                                                                   TRISHA

My husband and I recently moved into a gated community. We are in our late 20s and hoping to raise our family in this gated community.

The gated community was like a little oasis in the desert; a safe, quiet place surrounded by a wooden fence and lush greenery. It was a place where the sun was always shining, the birds were always singing, and the people were always happy. The streets were wide and clean, lined with colourful flowers and manicured lawns. It was a peaceful place, a place of safety and security.

The houses were all different, but they all had the same theme of luxury and comfort. The stone facades gave each house its own personality. The houses were all connected by a network of sidewalks, and there was a central park with a playground and a pool.

The gated community was a close-knit neighbourhood with people who looked out for each other. There were many events, such as movie nights, picnics and holiday celebrations, and everyone was always eager to participate.

It was a place where people could feel safe and secure, relax, and enjoy life. It was a place of peace and serenity.......until something happened one day.


Everyone got a Wifi, and I named mine 'Trisha'. I named it after me.

Yesterday, while manually connecting my wifi on my laptop, I noticed a wifi name 'Hi Trisha'. I was surprised, and at the same time, a faint giggle escaped my lips.

"What is it?" Arun, my husband, who was knotting his tie, enquired.
"I got a secret admirer", I sound amused.

"What?" Arun craned his neck to look at me.
"Look. He said, 'Hi' ", I pointed my laptop towards him.
It took a few seconds for Arun to realise the gist of the situation.

"And you are laughing? Trisha, you got a stalker!!!" Arun exclaimed.
Yes, moving into a gated community meant staying safe, and this stranger was defeating that purpose.
"I am going to call the security...and security officer." Arun had already rolled his sleeves and was about to call somebody.
" Oh come on. This..this is a harmless prank. Don't make a fuss.Lemme handle it my way." I urge smugly.
"What's you gonna do? Why are you being goofy." Arun was anxious.

"Relax, Darling ", I smile again while typing the IP address on the browser, "I am about to break my admirer's heart."
I quickly changed my wifi name to 'Trisha is married'. 
"Happy?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Not really." Arun snorted.

I thought the message was subtle and would discourage this stalker.
However, the next day, when I checked the list of wifi names again, I noticed that the other person had changed their wifi name to 'Better'.
The gated community is so safe that this flirtatious stalker of mine suddenly gives me the thrill of pursuing something unsafe.

Now I'm worried about who this person is?

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 2 :



                                                                                                     The Stalker


I am very good at Mathematics. I am not exaggerating. I really am. I cleared the RMO and was selected for National Olympiad. Unfortunately, my journey ended there, but it is safe to say that when it comes to Mathematics, I am above average than others.

Yet that woman, Trisha, made me forget how to do maths. She was not a fully grown woman when I first met her. A young adult, but that night my math stopped mathing.
My friend used to do part-time work for a Nepali Uncle ji. Uncle ji went to Nepal that week and left the shop to my friend. I was covering for him.
It was around midnight. We were about to close the shop, and that's when she came. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver light over the midnight streets. She stepped out of the shadows, and I was stunned. Her salwar clung to her curves, emphasizing her breasts and tiny waist. Her lips were painted a deep red that seemed to glow in the moonlight, making her look even more gorgeous than before.
Nothing mattered as I stared at her, captivated by her beauty. 
She bought some cigarettes and gave me a 500 rupee note. I could not calculate the amount I owed her. The numbers were dancing. To solve that elementary-level problem, I took out the calculator. My fingers were trembling. I forgot what number to type.
"388. Give me 388 rupees back." Trisha spoke.
 Her voice was clear yet husky, low and inviting. I could detect a slight accent that I couldn't quite place; that only made her words all the more intriguing. Her voice had a hint of delicate femininity that made my insides tingle with delight. It was like a siren's song luring me into a trance as she talked.

Although her words were nothing special, her voice had a power that made my knees weak and my heart flutter. She was beautiful and sensual just from the sound of her voice alone.
 I knew a  conversation with her would be bliss.
"Hurry up Trish." An annoyed male voice instructs her. The Guy was inside a car parked in front of the shop. He was sitting in the back seat. He had a driver with him. He was drunk and in his mid-20s.
"Keep the change." Trisha clutched the notes leaving the coins, and quickly got inside the car.
She sounded scared. It was kind of unbelievable that a girl like her doing the bidding for someone. 
I thought I would never see her again. She always remained the beauty who made me forget how to do subtraction. What a shame !!!
I was wrong. I did meet her at a party years later. It was an annual meet meet-up event for Pharma companies.

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The setting was a party at a grand hotel, with the night alive with laughter, music, and conversation. In one corner of the room stood Trisha with a captivating style - a  saree dbangd against her slender frame and her midriff revealed in an alluring way. She wasn't with the Guy from that night. I guess that relationship did not work out.

She was flirting with a new man, coyly smiling, laughing like a chime - alluring, inviting. Whenever he leaned closer to whisper something to her, she would giggle as if she was being tickled or make a playful comment.

He was entranced, his gaze unable to break away from her. Her beauty and charm captivated him. She seemed to be toying with him, and he with her, and it seemed like a game of cat and mouse or like a dance where neither of them wanted to let go.

Trisha was flirtatious and carefree in her saree. As she stepped closer, time seemed to pause, and my eyes were on the pair. They were both unaware of the attention, entangled in their own world, lost in the moment. The party was alive with expectation.

Trisha was a vision. She wore a saree made of a silky, light pink fabric that clung to her curves like a glove. The fabric shimmered in the low light of the room, drawing many eyes to her. Her blouse was a deep red, with a plunging neckline showing her ample cleavage. She had a mischievous glint in her eyes and a smirk that could make any man weak in the knees.

As she walked through the room, heads turned to watch her. She was confident and unapologetic in her sultry attire, and her hips swayed with a subtle rhythm that could not be ignored. She seemed to know the power of her beauty and used it to her advantage.

She epitomised sexiness, and her saree and blouse only added to her allure. She was a lethal combination of beauty and confidence, and it was impossible to look away.
She left with the man she was flirting with earlier, and I thought this was the end.

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I was so wrong again. I was surprised to see her as the new resident of our gated society. She is married now to that guy, Arun. I could have never imagined her with someone like Arun. There is nothing wrong with Arun; he just behaves like an apocalypse will happen any day. In my experience, Trisha like carefree guys, not someone with a doomsday kit in his garage. Whenever I met her, she seemed a very adventurous woman who was up for a midnight ride with her lover or taking a stranger to her bed from a party.
I never pictured her in a place like this. She surprised me more when I saw how easily she blended with the community. I was disappointed. It was like watching a bird getting her wings clipped. Does her husband know what kind of lifestyle she used to lead? 
She gave me the impression that she had changed, but I didn't believe it.I did not want to believe it.
I started the game of wifi to check whether she really had changed.
I named my wifi- 'Hi Trisha'
she named- 'Trisha is married
I renamed- 'Better'
She renamed- 'You need to stop'
That put a smile on my face. She isn't stopping this game. She is communicating. I did not change the wifi name at once. I waited, or rather I made her wait till midnight.
Then I changed my wifi name to 'I will if you---'
I didn't finish.
Fate had made me a stalker by putting Trisha repeatedly on my path. I had a choice not to stalk her, but I chose to stalk her anyway.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 3
                                                 
                                                                                                    TRISHA





I was visiting my sister's house. She has recently become a mom. We stayed the weekend there, helping her out and spending time with my niece.


When we got home on Monday evening, I forgot about the wifi game since the stranger did not update his wifi name the last time I checked. I prepare dinner by rummaging through the refrigerator, throwing together some of the leftover ingredients. I quickly improvised a hearty meal - a vegetable curry, fried rice, and fried plantains on the side.

Once I was done, I settled on the bed and reluctantly checked the wifi name.

"If I what?" I frown, confused, excited and annoyed at the same time after reading the stranger's wifi name. 

Whoever it was, it felt a bit exciting. I take one last deep breath and read the wifi name again. 

I mumble, "If I do what."? a bit loudly this time.

"Something wrong." Arun enquires.

Arun's questioning face peeking from behind his laptop- "If what?" "Oh..nothing.." I pretend to be busy with something else and finally finish my beckoning work putting aside the wifi mystery for a while.

"Care for a walk?" I ask Arun.

Arun reluctantly agrees. He is busy with work, but I don't want to go out alone since I am being stalked.

Arun and I clasped hands and walked out of the house. We could see the streetlights of the neighbourhood getting lit and the noise of the waves at the beach shore slowly beginning to drum up.

We take the narrow walkway shortcut, crossing through the houses around ours. My mind races, thinking -*My stalker could be anybody*

On the way, I pass Rahul, the college teen who lives near my house,  but avert my eyes, not wanting to attract attention. My stalker could be Rahul too!!! Who knows, maybe he is the one who is taking his chances with the neighbourhood Bhabi.Cliche!

I peek inside the neighbouring houses to take a closer look inside. I catch a glimpse of a lonely Mr Sharma sitting inside a room. He is a widower. Maybe he is the architect behind all this. Lonely nights and a lonely bed must have bred wicked ideas.

I was gawking at the shadow of Mr Gupta and his quarrelsome teen daughters behind the curtains. Maybe Mr Gupta is fed up with his family life and decided to flirt with me. A noise startled me. The watchman. He is on duty patrolling the streets.

Suddenly it hits me that he could be the one stalking me - my anonymous prankster.

The realisation made my mind race, and I started to think of all the possibilities. It could be someone I call a brother, an uncle, a neighbour or even a college kid. Whoever it was, the idea of being followed was thrilling. Something not so safe.

I try to shake off the thought and look away when I catch Arun's eyes piercing through mine. He knew something was wrong. I quickly mumble, 'If I do what?' and watch Arun furrow his eyebrows and process the thought.

He turns to me, asking, 'What's with you, Trisha? You are being strange."

I quickly lie and tell him everything is fine before returning to our house. I take a deep breath, realising I'll never get the answer to my question this way.

My anonymous prankster is in these boulevards or any of those houses, living an apparently perfect life. Suddenly our gated community, Green Valley, seems not so boring & perfect.
"What happened to that Pervert who was harassing you?" Arun asks while putting his shoes on the rack.

I shrug, "He is still trying."

Arun seems surprised at my nonchalance, "What do you mean he is still trying? That weird wifi naming still going on?"
He quickly takes out his phone to check.

"What does this mean? I will if you---?" He clenches his jaw.

"Nothing probably.He is goofing around." I laugh.

" Why are you taking this so lightly? He could be a psychopath." Arun cautions me.

"Is it wise to mess with a psycho?" I reply
"It is not wise to communicate with him either.", Arun talks back.

We are inside our bedroom now.
"Look. This pervert is harmless. Let me flush him out in my way. If you intervene,you will scare him away, and we will never know who the culprit is. That would be worse. We could never fully trust anybody here if we never get to know the identity of the prankster." I try to reason.

"What's your plan then?" Arun asks with displeasure.

"The plan is simple . Carry on with his creepy game and wait for him to make a mistake."I propose.

Arun looks hesitant.

"Come on!! Let's play this wanna-be Playa." I smile mischievously," I can stop any time by calling security if I feel threatened."

Arun warns," As soon as you know this dirtbag's identity let me know. I will handle it from there."
That's all I wanted to hear.

By then, I had opened my laptop and started changing my wifi name - "If what?"

 I smirk and click Enter.

I know I am playing with fire, but that enthrals me. It made me feel powerful and in control of a situation. I am beginning to enjoy this tussle, our little game of wits.

Meanwhile, my husband prophecises, "The game is on! I can picture the creep playing his creepy game, and you are trying your best to catch him off guard. You would change the wifi name back and forth, incorporating different jokes and pop-culture references in an attempt to set the traps for him. Sometimes, his reactions would slip through, and I know that you would slowly but surely get closer and closer to his identity.And, One day,boom he will give away his identity and then ...." Arun smiles ominously, crackling his knuckles.



Now I get a sense of why Arun is getting out of this. He is looking for vigilante-type justice. He wants to beat up the culprit before handing him to the authority.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE - 4 

                                                                                  
                                                                                                          The Dreamer


I saw Trisha and Arun taking strolling inside the walls of our gated community. I marked them, keeping my distance. Trisha's ever-searching eyes didn't escape my keen attention. Trisha was visibly intrigued and eager to locate her anonymous stalker. It is like searching for a needle in a haystack for now.

Eventually, I witnessed her giving up this futile idea of determining my identity by roaming around.

She returned to her house, and after a while, she updated the wifi name to 'if what?'

I stare at the screen for a while. Previously I had a plan for how to play her, but now I am a little hesitant since I saw her tagging Arun around. I didn't expect this. I thought she would hide our unusual method of communication from her husband, but she didn't. She is using him as her bodyguard, and that is a bit of a problem.

Clearly, she is trying to outsmart me.

I did not choose this method of communication out of the blue. I remember Trisha from that party. I remember how she was enjoying male attention there. She liked to be seen and admired. If I am not wrong, she like a bit of risqué touch. That's why I decided to tease her through the wifi name. Something very Public, something raunchy going on in front of everyone but in a way that nobody can stop. Maybe Trisha is using her husband as a shield to protect herself from harm,afterall I am a stranger, but my gut tells me she very much likes this out-in-the-open communication.

My digits gallop on my laptop's deck. I am thinking of a way to complicate the situation but not irk the unwanted presence of the husband.

*Why does Arun exist?* I roll my eyes groaning inside.

I can see her house from here. I know in which bedroom she sleeps. I also have an idea when the couple go to sleep.

So I wait. I wait for bedtime. I wait for them to lose interest and give in to their boredom.

Once I saw the bedroom light extinguish, I waited some more.

When I was satisfied, I changed the wifi name - 'Sheer Curtains.'

The reply came almost immediately as Trisha from the other side changed her wifi name - 'No way.'

I get cocky and update my wifi name -' Way.'

I need to know the whereabouts of Arun when I am playing this game, and sheer curtains will help me. Sheer curtains have other perks too. Lewd perks.

I hope Arun is asleep right now.

The advantage of communicating this way is that there are no traces of previous chats. It is happening in public, but if anybody misses one 'wifi name update', that person would not understand what is happening. I wish Arun was asleep now and not privy to the erased 'curtain' chat.

No wifi update came from Trisha that night, and I went to sleep.


I had a dream that night :

Behind a sheer curtain, a nude woman was dancing. Her curves silhouetted against the sheer curtain that hung in the doorway. She swayed and danced, her movements graceful and sensual. Her hair was a wild tangle of brown curls that cascaded down her back. She was completely nude, her pale skin shimmering in the dim light that filtered through the curtain. 

There was music. The music was slow and sweet, a haunting melody that drew the woman in. She moved her body with the rhythm, her hips swaying, her arms stretching out like wings.

Her hips moved in a slow, sultry waltz, her breasts bouncing with each step. The woman swayed her hips seductively as she danced behind the sheer curtain. Her breasts were on full display, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. 

She leaned forward, her ass thrusting out as if in invitation, and her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her dress. As the music built to a crescendo, she moved her hips in a circular motion, her hands tracing circles around her pussy. I was mesmerized, entranced by the woman's movements, and the sheer curtain only served to heighten the mystery. She was like a siren, calling out to me, and I was powerless to resist her. I know that woman. Yes, I do.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 5

                                                                                 ARUN


I was startled as I awoke from my sleep. The sudden sound of the pouring rain had instantly awoken me from my deep slumber, and my head now lifted off the pillow to take in the sights and smells of the rainy morning.


There was a chill in the air, which was made chillier by the droplets of rain that seeped through his partially open window. The sound of heavy rain beating against the glass was oddly soothing in a way, and made me want to stay in bed for a few minutes longer and revel in the moment.

But, alas, I eventually had to rise to the day's demands. I slowly adjusted and got out of bed, padding across the room towards the window to see the rain cascading down outside. 

I stood there for a few moments, breathing in the damp and dreary air, wondering what the day would be like with the ongoing monsoon.

I grit my teeth, looking outwards-* Somewhere in these houses, there lives a pervert who is hitting on Trisha*

 It was a sight that I both enjoyed and dreaded simultaneously. I couldn't stay holed up in my room for much longer as the aroma of coffee hit my nose.

After a while, I head downstairs.

"Morning.Slept well?" Trisha greets me with a wide smile.

"Good morning. Yeah . I didn't get much sleep at your Sister's house." I complain and much about the fruit salad.

"Oh." Trisha sighed as if she was relieved.

I take a sip from the coffee and check out the wifi. What a pitiful life I am living because of a nameless bastard!!!

"No way & way? What is this?" I became agitated instantly as I couldn't make the head and tail of Trisha's wifi chat.

Trisha's cheeks flushed pink, and she ran anxious fingers through her hair. She glances away before meeting my  gaze, "Yeah, that was from last night."

 The coffee must have bittered my tongue," I know it is from last night. Context Trisha."

"Oh yeah. That Perv was asking me to throw stones at Mrs Sinha's house and I said 'NO WAY' ", Trisha replies with a thespian gesture.

"What?" I chuckle, "He is an anarchist or something?"

Trisha shrugs, "He is mad in the head", scrunching her nose.

I stay silent. Both indulged in our coffee mugs.

"Do you suspect anybody?" I gulp. I never thought I would be having this conversation with my wife ever.

Trisha considers my words carefully and hesitantly meets my gaze, her cheeks warming," errmmm I don't know.I have been friendly with everyone.You know me."

"Yeah but anyone behaved oddly. you know...more eager than others...*clearing my throat* ...more flirtateous." dread drips from my voice.
"Ummhh..." Trisha rubs her neck; clearly, she is equally uncomfortable," Well, there is Nisha's father." She replies, fluttering her eyes.

"Mr. Dixit is at Banglore now. You know that. It couldn't be him." I finish my fruit salad. 
I hate Mr.Dixit. Now that Trisha confirms that son of a bitch got a crush on my wife and probably take a pass at Trisha at some point.

"Well, do suspect anyone? I mean he is a creep.Do you remember someone syping on me from a distance." Trisha counters.

"Everyone gawk at you Trisha." I say regretfully.

"No, I meant...in a...you know...in a creepy way...not normal staring." Trisha struggles to express herself. I can only imagine how stressful this is for her.
The conversation continued, but we both found ourselves defensive, and it went nowhere.

I was relieved when the witch or warlock hunting, in this case, stopped at some point.

**************************************************************************
Surprisingly the creep did not update his wifi name for a few days. 

*It is over* My spirit elates. 

The week was progressing without any unusual events. Well, almost any event except that stupid incident with our maid.

Trisha asked her to clean the curtains, and that fool of a maid cleansed it with Kerosine.
There was an argument. Each accused the other of dipping the broom with Kerosine.

It was an absurd bickering. I had no time for it. Nevertheless, Trisha had to change the curtains; the smell of Krosine-laced curtains was utterly repugnant.

I like the new curtains, though. 

The sheer, white curtain hung in delicate waves from our bedroom windows. 
Monshoon took a break, and the light morning breeze floated through the room, bringing a subtle scent of flower petals and fresh grass. 

The sheer white curtain inside our bedroom transformed the wilderness into something magical - like a secret paradise. 
Sunlight shone through the gauzy fabric, dappling the walls with an ethereal light that changed the atmosphere in the room.

"I love you taste Trisha." I smiled at her cupping her divine face.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 6

                                                                                The Voyeur 



How did she do it? How Trisha managed to convince Arun to change their curtains? How much does Arun know? Did she trick him? Are they tricking me? 


My head has been buzzing with questions since I returned home from work.

It does not matter, though. At least not now.

Trisha and Arun are kissing each other. I can see it through my binocular. Trisha knows that I am watching. 

The sole reason for hanging those sheer curtains is to let me watch her. She wants me to watch her for whatever reasons. Regardless, She is putting on a show.

Their room is lit by a table lamp, making their silhouette prominent through the curtain, penetrating the nightlife.

It is a dark monsoon night, the bedroom curtains billowing in the humid air. Rain pattered gently against the roof, and the faint scent of jasmine wafted through the open window.

I watch Trisha from the shadows of my own house, my eyes widening as I catch sight of her silhouetted figure straddling her partner. 

I can't make out many details, but from the rolling of Trisha's hips, it is obvious what they are copulating. She is riding Arun and exhibiting it for me.

The sight stirs something primal in me, and I feel a warmth grow between my legs. I lean forward, my heart pounding in anticipation.

 The sheer fabric of the curtain is no barrier to my eyes as I watch Trisha straddle Arun. 

Her ass forms two crescent moons on the side of Arun's thighs as she mounts him. Her shapely bosoms rise and fall on her chest, matching the pattern of her rolling hips.
Arun's hands are resting lightly on her hips as Trisha begins to ride his cock as he guides her. Her body moved up and down in time. 

Trisha jerks arching her head upwards. I can sense the pleasure rippling through her body right now. She is having an orgasm. 
Trisha combs her hair with her fingers and stares right at the window, letting me know that she knows I am out here somewhere.

She resumes her gyration, taking pleasure from her husband.

Her body trembles as the couple reaches their culminating pleasurable heights.

As the figure's contortions increased, so did the intensity of my own arousal inside my tight shorts.

 Ultimately, the pleasure of Trisha peaked, and the couple fell into one another. They are smooching.

 I curse at Arun, muttering under my breath," You owe me for spicing up your love life, you lucky bastard."

I watch her in awe, imagining the sweat glistening from her laboured feminine curves. I watch in awe, envisaging her orgasmic face, her moans. 

Eventually, I return to my bed, my skin aflame and my mind teeming with thoughts of mating with Trisha. 

That night, I fell asleep to visions of the scene behind the sheer curtain and woke the next day with a deep and unquenchable craving.

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Last night I couldn't change my wifi name to tease Trisha. I was perplexed by the plethora of emotion-Jealousy, lust, anger, bliss....all sorts of polarising emotions.

I check Trisha's bedroom, and now through the sheer curtain, I can see them, well, hints of their figurine. I wait for Arun to leave Trisha alone in the bedroom, and then I update my wifi name -' NICE SHOW'

She replied back -' STOP YOU PROMISED'

No way, I am gonna stop.

I update -'Black Saree Park'

Trisha promptly replies- 'NOPE'

I smirk while typing -'YUP'

Arun comes back like a lost puppy, ending our secret chat.

I did not want to chat further. I want to see whether Trisha follows my will. I want her to wear a black saree, preferably a sexy one and go to our community park.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 7


                                                                                      TRISHA


The community park inside the gated society was a familiar sight to the people of the neighborhood. On any given day, the park was filled with children playing on the swings, the slide, and the merry-go-round. 
Parents would lounge on the benches while watching their children and sometimes chatting with fellow parents.In the center of the park was a large grassy field, perfect for a game of tag or a game of catch.

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It is 9'O clock in the morning, and a laughing therapy session is currently ongoing at the park. 
A group of people gathered around a bench, all of them wearing big smiles on their faces. 
At the front of the group is a woman leading them through a series of laughter exercises.
The woman begins by encouraging the group to close their eyes and take deep breaths. She then asks them to take turns telling funny stories or jokes, and the group breaks into fits of laughter.

The woman then asks everyone to join hands, and they all begin to dance around the bench while laughing. They laughed so hard that tears rolled down their faces, and their stomachs ached.

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Meanwhile, a few feet away from that group, on a park bench, a woman is sitting wearing a black saree with a golden border and a matching blouse.
I am staring at the woman. 
The saree was pleated and dbangd around her body, giving her the perfect silhouette. The blouse was a modest V-neck with intricate embroidery along the neckline and the sleeves. 
The woman is sporting a pair of golden earrings and has her black hair pulled back in a neat bun. 

Her face is covered in a thin layer of foundation, her eyes are lined with kohl eyeliner, and her cheeks are lightly blushed. She has a hint of lipstick on her lips, and her eyelashes are long and curled.

I was staring at myself in the mirror inside my handbag. It is the same mirror I have used for years, although the glass has become a bit scratched, and the metal frame has lost its shine. I am unsure why I keep it, but it has become a part of my routine.

"A beauty in black, her saree a dream
She sits on a bench, her beauty agleam
Her blouse is tight, her curves so divine
She looks so perfect, like a goddess divine."

Suddenly a familiar voice startles me. Meghna. She is my bestie from our gated community.
"Oh, Stop it, Meghna," I roll my eyes, zipping my handbag.

Meghna does not stop and continues her recitation while taking a seat beside me, "

Her eyes so alluring, her lips so soft.
Her beauty was so captivating, her aura aloft
The sun shines down, her beauty so grand
Her beauty shines brighter than the sun's rays in the sand."

"Very Flattering!! Now give it a rest." I insist, darting my eyes nervously.

Meghna giggles, "Aight ...You seem stressed though " She frowns, taking a handkerchief from her waistband. Evidently, She was jogging earlier.
 
Meghna is a creative arts assistant professor at the local college here.

"Everything all right?!!" She huffs, wiping her face with the hanky.

 My hands tremble, and my eyes dart around for an escape knowing somewhere amidst the scattered crowd, my stalker is watching me.

"Yes...Yes...Everything is fine. How was your weekend?" My voice cracks.
Meghna squints and plays with one of my golden round earrings, "I tell you what ...I did not doll up as much as you are right now during the weekend. "

"I just felt like dressing up...working on my self-image." I babble, talking nonsense.

Meghna bursts into laughter, "Trish, you don't need to work on your image. You are perfect," 
and she goes off again, "
Her hair is long and dark, and her eyes sparkle so bright.
She looks like she's come straight from a dreamy night
She's so alluring, so mysterious, and bold
I can only imagine the stories her heart would hold."

"Would you please stop teasing me?" I plead.

Meghna brushed that off, "So what story aren't you telling me...hmmmm? And why are you behaving like a skittish deer? Who is hunting you?" She looks around.

I catch my lower lip and hesitate for a few seconds, then I decide to share my secret with her, "I got a stalker."

Meghna's eyes widen, "Shut your trap !!! No way !! Oh, who am I kidding !! Of course you got a stalker." and there she goes again-

, "The saree is dbangd around her waist,
Her blouse was so low, making heads turn and race,
The beauty of her body will never go to waste."

"I am serious, Meghna. I got a stalker." I smile at a passerby who helped me with a courier once.

"Huh !!! Inside Green Valley?!! Here?!! This is supposed to be a safe haven for women." Meghna cringes on her forehead.

"Men !! " I snot.

" Yes. Men !!!" She rolls her eyes and then sizes me up suspiciously, "Ok, but why are you dressed up like you are going to party?"

"I am trying to catch him. Why else?" I reply.

"This is your brilliant idea to engage directly with a stalker? Are you mad?" Meghna embraces herself.

"Yeah, like a moth coming to its flame," I state the obvious.

Meghna's eyes scrutiny me," Your presence was enough. You didn't need to get a diva makeover for that."

"Well..he kind of asked me to wear a black saree," I confess.

Meghna's jaw drops, "And you obliged? Girl, you are feeding his ego only. Why would you do that?"

I stare at my long nails and stay silent.

"Did you want to dress up for him?" Meghna's voice is still.

"No.. of course not." My cheeks were warm.

"You are blushing ...oh my god, you wanted to look good for him." Her open mouth could swallow a bird now.
 Her eyes sparkle," Is he hot? "

"I don't even know how he looks. use your brain." I spat.

Her eyebrows arch, "Ah yeah.. of course...anonymous."

She turns her head and tries to gauge who is staring at us.

"Meghna, stop it. He will know that I revealed the secret to you if you continue behaving like a clueless Miss Marple.."

Meghna stops abruptly, "So silly of me !!! *giggles*....Many men are staring at you..so it is difficult to tell which one of them is your mysterious stalker."

"He could be anybody. A smelly old dude. A bald man suffering from midlife crisis..." I share my irritation.

Meghna chimes in, "But you knew about those possibilities before you decided to come here, Trish. You came regardless of that. So what's the catch here? Is he rich?."

"I have no idea Meghna. I am being truthful as I can. All I know is that he could be the sweeper who cleans the park." I squirm uncomfortably.

"Or the hot Pool instructor." Meghna's eyes dazzle mischievously; she halts before she speaks," So it's not the looks nor wealth.

It must be his words, then. Is he one of those dudes who can make us cream our panties by playing with words like a wizard?"

That is not the case either, as we spoke through wifi only, and he did not get to recite cringe poetries like Meghna does. 

But I won't reveal the secret wifi chat to  Meghna; otherwise, she will get step-by-step development of the game.

"No, we didn't speak much either," I tell half-truth.

"So looks, money, words, nothing had made you transform into a hottie in a black saree in the morning....." Her lips curl up," You like to follow his whims."

I blush hard," That's a bit stretch. You are talking nonsense now."

"What else could it be then?" Meghna doggedly pursues her theory," You are in it for the thrill, aren't you, babe? Oh, Arun, is that boring, huh!!!?" Meghna pouts.

"No, he is not." I profusely defend my husband.

"Cool down, Trish." Meghna looks at her digital watch, which buzzes the alarm, "Alright, Trish, I gotta go. Catch you later. Have fun with your stalker." 
She gets up, and I catch her elbow," Meghna ..not a word of this to any living soul."
Meghna grins, "Mums the word." and seals her lips, mimicking the motion of the zipper.

I watch Megha go and contemplate the conversation I had with her.

Is it really true that I get excited while following this stalker's instructions?

That can't be true. Then again, I lied to Arun and pulled an elaborate scheme to change the curtains.

I felt a knot in my belly, and he watched me having sex that night. I knew he would be watching.

I can't be this shallow. I can't let myself lose in this erotic game.

I get up. I had enough of this -'wear a black saree and go to the park game.' Nothing happened, and I was officially bored. I feel silly for dressing up and sitting like a loser at the park. As if I had a date, and my date stood me up.

I need to stop this nonsense game.

Once I reached my house, a parcel was on my doorstep.

On the top of the parcel was written' black suits you Trisha.A gift.'

I look around suspiciously after picking up the box.

My stalker was here, and the whole park thingy was a distraction to get me away from my house.
 And what's in the box? Goosebumps rise along my skin in anticipation.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 8 
                                                                                    TRISHA

 
I snuck out of the house when Arun was busy taking a shower.For me, it was all a little too dangerous and exciting. Knowing how attentive and observant my husband is, the thrill of sneaking around for my stalker was a rush.

If I told him that my stalker wanted me to wear a black saree and reach the community park, Arun would not let me go.

I spared both of us a painful conversation and took a chance to find out my stalker on my own.

"Where have you been? I was about to call...." Arun's words get stuck as soon as he sees my Avtar.

I was approaching slowly. The saree fits me like a glove, its fabric gliding around my body with every step, and my hand is busy managing it.

Arun's jaw dropped to the floor. 

His eyes linger on my low-cut blouse, which reveals my décolletage. I can see my Husband is enticed.

"I dressed to draw out my stalker at the park." I take advantage of the moment.

"What?" Arun's gaze slithers onto my plunging neckline, revealing a hint of cleavage.

'Yes. He wanted me to....." I speak cautiously.

"What's in your hand?" Arun speaks dryly.

"Oh, he left this at the front door." I gulp, trying to determine my Husband's reaction to my reckless pursuit.

To my surprise, Arun finds spring on his steps and glides past me quickly.

"Where are you going?" I shout.

"The bastard made a mistake." Arun shouts back cheerfully, "He forgot about the street camera."

I came after him downstairs but did not follow him beyond our main gate.

I know where he is going. He is going to the security office of our gated community to check the recordings.

My heart suddenly sinks. I feel disappointed. Does this end just like that?

A bitterness clouds my mind, and my attention goes back to the mystery parcel I am holding.

I unpack it, and inside there is a box. Inside the box, I find a blindfold and a letter.

The letter was digitally printed.

I read it quickly :
# Wear your prettiest nightwear in the evening and wait for my wifi name.#
Blood rushes between my legs. The excitement returns, and so does the illicit thrill.

Then it hits me; if Arun catches the identity of my stalker, then this all will be over instantly. Suddenly I am torn. Part of me does not want my Husband to get lucky and catch my stalker.

I run my hand on the velvety blindfold. I would never get to know what my stalker planned to do with this blindfold; automatically, my teeth rake my lower lip.

I am reluctant to show the contents of the box to my husband. If he catches my stalker, then I have to.

What if he fails to catch him? Is there a possibility? 

I quickly hide the blindfold and letter under the cushion of the sofa couch and fill the box with eggs.

I had to replace the box's contents with something that does not exclusively belong to our house; otherwise, Arun would recognize it.

*ring ring* my phone buzzes. Meghna.
 
"Hey...forget about the stalk..." I speak immediately.

Meghna cuts me off," Oh, thank god it isn't Sumit. Offf, what a relief!!!"

I frown, "Why do you think my stalker is your hubby?"

Meghna laughs, "Well, you look the way you look, and I had to be sure my husband wasn't stalking you."

I let my body fall on the couch in disbelief, "What did you do? I told you not to tell anybody about my stalker situation."

Meghna assures, "Relax, I did not tell him anything about that. I just asked Sumit directly if he is having an affair."

I slap my forehead lightly, "Oh, poor Sumit!!!"

Meghna sounds remorseful, "Yeah, he immediately panicked and threw all kinds of logic at me. It was kind of sweet of him. I tell you what, I haven't heard that many 'I love you, Meghna' from Sumit in many years."

I stare at the eggs in the box and speak to Meghna, "Oh gosh, Meghna, I am sorry that I made you paranoid."

Meghna was talking, and I heard Arun's voice and the familiar sound of our main gate.

I end my call and stiffly stand up on my feet . I hear another male voice other than Arun's. Time to meet my stalker.

My stomach is doing somersaults; I am both terrified that Arun would find out about my lies about the sheer curtains if my stalker rats me out and also excited to find out who this stalker of mine is.

**************

The door opens. Arun enters with Neeraj.

In our drawing room, Neeraj is standing. He is a 20-year-old volleyball player. He is exceptionally large, almost 6'5'' tall. He uses that advantage for his volleyball career.

 Last year he was picked up by the Railways via sports quota and now works as a clerk there. Our community is proud of him, and there was a celebration at our community auditorium when he got selected for Railways. He aspires to represent Railways at the National level and play competitive leagues. 

Neeraj is my stalker? It is kind of hot getting stalked by an athlete. 

I suddenly feel shy in front of him. My heart is pounding, and I am trying my best to keep myself composed in front of Arun and Neeraj.

"Hello, Trisha Bhabi. How are you?" Neeraj greets me with a rather surprised smile while his eyes roam on my body in admiration. I am still in my slippery black saree.
His smile was infectious, and it spread across my face.

"I am fine. Long time no see. Busy with your practice?" I ask.

Neeraj can't take his eyes off me. His attention is slipping.

"Yeah, work and practice." He scratches his head and asks Arun, "Arun Bhaiya, I will be late for work. Where are those vintage volleyball cards you wanted to show me?"
What vintage card? I am confused, and my eyes hop from Neeraj to Arun's.

Arun addresses Neeraj, who is towering several inches above my husband, in an authoritative tone, "I saw the camera footage, Neeraj. You dropped that parcel on our doorstep. Tell us everything before I call your parents."

"Call my Parents? Why? I only delivered it because Cheeku asked me to." He shows no sign of guilt or fear. His voice was steady.

"Cheeku? You mean Major Obaid's son?" Arun is puzzled, and so am I cause Cheeku is a 10-year-old kid. His father is a retired Major and works at an MNC now.

Neeraj points out the obvious," Yeah, that Cheeku. He told me an old uncle gave him that and asked him to give it to me, so I can leave it at your house."

Arun rubs his face with both hands. He is getting red in anger.

"Did Cheeku tell who this old man was?"

Neeraj shrugs, "I didn't ask. What's the big deal? What was in that parcel anyway? What's going on?" his head moves to and fro, asking both of us.
Before Arun could say anything.

I reply, "Eggs. There were eggs in the box."

Arun cringes his face, "Eggs?"

There is a shift in Neeraj's face now. His facial muscles flinch. He does not believe me.

Shoot !!! He carried the box here. He must have caught my lie by sensing the weight or no rolling of eggs inside the box...whatever. ...I can discern that he does not believe me.

His eyes roam across my body, checking the pattern of my Black saree but not in appreciation but in an investigative way.

Oh my stars!!!!  It was written on the box-# Black suits you#

"Eggs? Why the hell he sent you eggs?" Arun is oblivious to a sudden change in Neeraj.

Neeraj subtly smiles at my direction and makes knowing eye contact.

I blush and turn away coyly. I imagined him as my stalker for the past few minutes.

"You can go, Neeraj. Sorry for the trouble." Arun wants Neeraj to leave.

"So there are no vintage volleyball cards that your Uncle from the USA gave you. Is there?" Neeraj smirks in disappointment.

"No. I am sorry." Arun looks guilty for the ruse.

Neeraj makes no more fuss; instead, he grins at me," Trisha bhabi, you were right. It's been a while. I would love to catch up with you sometime."

I smile politely at him. His eyes sparkle in desire as he ogles me for a last time before leaving the house.

"You did not have time to change into something else?" Arun angrily expresses his discontent. Clearly, Neeraj's ogling did not escape him.

" I did not know you would tag Neeraj along with you." I snap at him.

"It is my fault now, huh? My wife went out on her own to catch her maniac stalker and that maniac sending us eggs." He shouts," Where are those eggs."

I gulp and point him toward the box sitting on a slab nearby.

Arun examines the box and asks, "What's the meaning of this? Did you take out any of the eggs?"

I lie blatantly, "No. Why?"

Arun gravely says, "There must be something. Maybe these eggs are arranged in a specific pattern. Patterns have meanings, you know."

"Un-huh." I scowl. Now it is getting ridiculous.

Arun cautiously picked up an egg and tapped it gently against the marble slab. Nothing Happens. He does the same with the next one.

"What are you doing?" I could not stay silent.

"Finding clues. Evidently, it is a puzzle. One of these eggs must have a clue. He is playing a game with me, Trisha." Arun reveals.

"With you?" I roll my eyes, "How did you reach that conclusion."

"It is obvious. He sends you away to the park, and at the same time, he sends me these eggs. He is taunting me, Trisha. I am gonna solve this puzzle, and I am gonna find him. When I do..." His face twists in darker thoughts.

I don't know whether to cry or laugh watching my husband losing his mind over a bunch of eggs which has nothing to do with my stalker.

The painful comedy continues until Aruns leaves for work. He even took the box and the eggs.

I, on the other hand, wait for the sun to set. In the evening, the game will resume.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 9

                                                                            TRISHA



I start making dinner earlier than usual. Around 6 O'clock, I was done.

Ah, the task of choosing the prettiest nightie is more arduous than I imagined. I shift my gaze lazily and observe each one hanging in my wardrobe. My many choices reflect who I was--free and unafraid, and the rest reflect who I became-- dull and unimaginative.

My anonymous stalker and his instructions are spooking me and pushing me to embrace a self I have forgotten for my marriage.

He felt like my own personal rebellion against the mundane expectations of marriage. He is making me feel alive in a way that my husband couldn't. He is everything I was not allowed to do, say, or feel within the confines of my own marriage, and I found it extremely attractive.

My arrangement with my stalker felt fresh and exciting compared to my predictable marital life.

 Free & Unafraid it is, then. I decide.

The first option is a sleeveless satin gown, pink in colour and wispy in fabric. It looks luxurious and seductive, and I remember another night spent wearing it years ago.

I cannot help but smile as I imagine how my stalker would feel seeing me in this and whether it would lead to another such night.


*No, I am just playing this game cause it's fun. I will stop as soon as I know the identity of my stalker* I scold myself.


My second choice is a bronze and black chemise that is light as a feather. Bringing the fabric to my face, I can almost smell the promise of romance and passion I hold in my hands. Its smaller size and lacy details evoke an ease and intimacy that I crave.

My stalker has suddenly made me aware of how dull my life has become with my husband. We live a comfortable but mundane life with little surprises or thrills. I wanted this life, but I find myself wishing things were more exciting and that I could get that same rush of anticipated excitement from our relationship.

Next up is a white and red chiffon lace nightgown. I feel a tingling sensation in my heart as I run my hands over it. I know just how passionate and wild this gown can make me feel, and I can imagine my mysterious stalker's eyebrows raising in admiration.

I liked the fantasy of it, the idea that someone was out there watching and wanting me. He is a mysterious stalker, someone I couldn't know or understand, making him even more attractive.He is filling the space in me that had been missing for so long. 

Finally, I spot a sleeveless lavender chemise, and it's the clear winner. Its sheer lightness captures the moonlight's reflection in my mind, and I imagine this combination of my mystery man and an enchanted evening. I know that wearing this will make my heart throb with desire and my admirer's eyes glisten with pleasure.

I decide to take a shower before slipping into my chosen nightwear.

In the Shower, my mind drifts again.

There are things my secret stalker asked me to do that my husband would never think of; I am surprised, even shocked, but that only added to my exponentially growing excitement. His unpredictable requests and suggestive commands stirred something within me that I didn't even know existed, and I loved it - I felt alive.

I step out of the Shower and dry myself.

My heart race as I make my way to the full-length mirror. I can feel the anticipation in the air - it is my secret stalker's turn to watch me tonight. The thought reddens my cheeks. 
I delicately step out of my bedroom bathrobe and let it drizzle down my body onto the bedroom floor. My body is still bursting with heat as I graze my fingertips over the beautiful, delicate nightie that I have laid out for the occasion.

The nightie is a soft, lavender hue that perfectly complements my fair skin. It is made of intricate lace that glimmers and shines against the light, and I can feel the comforting fabric hug my curves perfectly as I put it on. 

Fitted in all the right places, the nightie perfectly showcases my figure.I note the hint of cleavage peeking delicately out from the sweetheart neckline and how the soft lace kisses my legs as it stops just above the knee.

I stood in front of the mirror, taking my time gazing at my reflection. I felt sexy and desirable - and like I could do anything - as I looked at myself in that nightie.
I stare at the sheer curtains. Is he out there? Has he returned from work? Is he watching me now?



It was a thrill to imagine my secret stalker lurking in the shadows, watching me but unable to touch me.Playing this game brought a certain empowerment to me, an adrenaline rush that only increased the chemistry of the wifi game.

Standing before the mirror, I glance over my reflected image adoringly. Mesmerized by my own beauty. The way the silk gently sways like a wave around me, invitingly whispering to all who wish to listen, never fails to spark excitement through my veins. 

I stare into the mirror, my eyes tracing admiringly over my figure, my hourglass frame and the soft swell of my breasts, pushing against the delicate fabric of the nightie. 
I can just about make out the outline of my erect nipples through the lace, and I can feel the blush start to heat up my cheeks.

As I sway my hips, I feel a naughty thrill course through me. I desperately imagine my secret admirer is out there somewhere, watching me.
My nightie may be a gift for my husband, but I can’t help but fantasize about the possibilities of how it could bring my stalker pleasure.

A smirk creeps onto my face as I turn away from the mirror with a secret. Believing my secret admirer is out there, watching and desiring me, sends electric sparks of pleasure and joy through my body.

I can't help but feel emboldened and empowered by his unseen gaze, feeling the full potential of my alluring self.

Arun will come home soon. I put on a housecoat over my nightie. I don't want to draw Arun's attention to myself.

Arun came home and said he had spoken to Cheeku about the old man. Cheeku apparently never saw the old man in Green Valley.

Arun is still interested in those eggs and has found a marking in one of them. He thinks it is a symbol. Now he is trying to match that symbol to ancient symbols worldwide on the internet. He tries to convience me that that symbol he found he is a clue and I don't discourage him. I felt guilt but did not tell him the truth about those eggs.

Instead, my eyes stay glued to my phone, waiting for my secret stalker's cryptic wifi update.



Finally, he changes his wifi name - 'Jasmine Vase.'


It took me a while to work it out. We have a small flower garden at the back of our house, and only one Jasmine pot is there.


My heart thuds under my breast. I go to the backside of our house and find out my guess is accurate.


There is a note under the Jasmine pot.


The paper is still warm. Freshly printed.


I read it quickly -# I bet you smell like Lavender now.#


Blood rushes to my cheeks, knowing he watched me before I put on my housecoat.


I read further #Come to the building which is under construction. You will see a car. Get in the front seat. Before leaving your house, lose that housecoat and bring the blindfold#

Very specific set of instructions. I am trembling in anticipation. I know which house he meant. There is only one new house being constructed inside our gated community.


I get up and stare outwards. The streets are lit by lamps amidst the darkness. I swallow hard. Would it be wise to follow a stalker's instruction to an abandoned under-construction site at this hour? One toe is dipped in fear and another in curiosity. The wise thing would be to inform Arun and put an end to this game at once. 

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 10
                                                            TRISHA




I go back inside my house. I am still torn between whether to carry on this flirty game with my Stalker or come clean to Arun and tell him everything.
My mind is racing . I take a deep breath. I know I must tell him, but I can't find the words. I feel like I'm standing still, but the world is spinning around me. My heart is in a vice grip, and my palms are clammy with sweat.

I reach our bedroom, where Arun is busy surfing the internet. I still can't conjure enough courage to speak, neither can I shove away my dilemma and give in to my Stalker's wishes.
"Hey, what's up? Something wrong?" Arun asks me momentarily, shifting his attention towards me and returning to what he was doing.

"No.. No nothing wrong." I reply as Arun stares at me again.

My body language betrays me. My arms are crossed in a defensive posture, and I can't seem to make eye contact. My feet are tapping anxiously against the floor, and I nervously adjust my locks of hair. I feel like I'm conveying regret without saying a word.

" I know you are afraid of the maniac .I understand Trisha and I am here for you. You are safe with me." My husband tries to embolden me.

I loathe the word 'safe'. That alone makes me want to engage with my Stalker. Then again, Arun has acted like a protective husband regarding this stalker issue from the very beginning. It is hard for me to betray him.
But what would I say? 
My thoughts are running through my head like the wind across a cornfield. He's never been one to deal with confrontation well. I can't stop myself from replaying the conversation again and again. Imagined reactions and possible scenarios. I don't know what he will do, how he will respond when I tell him about the sheer curtains, or how I hid the blindfold.

My emotions are overwhelming and conflicting. On the one hand, I feel guilty; on the other hand, I still strongly feel the urge to have fun with my Stalker. I feel embarrassed and unsure if I can fully explain myself. I'm worried about how I can explain this to Arun. He will not understand, or worse, my confession could destroy our marriage.

"I know Arun." I smile faintly," I am worried about another thing. Today electric bill came and the amount is larger than I expected."

Arun laughs heartily," Oh I know. I already paid it online. This year summer was cruel. Don't worry about the bills."

"Alright .I have chores to do." I lie and leave our bedroom.

I came downstairs and took out the blindfold from under the cushion.

I take a sharp breath and take off my housecoat.

Everything is safe here; everything is taken care of. No excitement or thrill in my life. I intend to get some...

***************
It rained a few hours ago. Most people are staying indoors in our gated community right now.

I walked down the street wearing my sleeveless kneel-length chemise.

I am strolling along the streets, and the lavender nightie flows gracefully with each step I take. The shimmery fabric catches the light, brightening my mood, lighter and more carefree with each step. I feel the fabric brush against my knees, the breeze tugging at the fabric, tickling my exposed skin below the hem of my dress. The comfortable polyester material felt luxurious against my skin, and the elastic fabric hugged me snugly yet gave me plenty of room to move.
 I felt a little bit exposed, but I was determined to be comfortable in my own skin. I could feel a few judgy as well as admiring eyes on me; I ignored both and kept my chin up.
I had to do a double take when I caught my reflection in the window of a house. I do look pretty.

Eventually, I reached the construction site. This side of our community is completely abandoned.
Beside the under-construction house is a sedan car standing in the dark, as my Stalker described.
I see nobody around. My heart is pounding as I reach the car, and as instructed, I get seated beside the driver's seat.
Another letter.
I read it quickly #Search the glove compartment. You will find a handcuff. Cuff yourself and put on the blindfold.#
Clearly, just like me, He does not trust me fully either. 

I open the compartment and take the cuffs out. Kinky. I feel the heat between my legs, staring at the shiny cuffs.I take a leap of faith and cuff my left hand to the car roof handle.Next, I put on the blindfold with my other hand.




Peach dark. After a few seconds, I hear someone entering the car.
My anonymous Stalker. My throat goes dry.Both do not speak for a while.

I could not take the tension and stuttered,"Who..are you?"

I hear a chuckle from the backseat," Do you really want to know that? That may take away the thrill you are enjoying."

I can't put a familiar face from our community to that voice. My Stalker is wearing a mask; his tone is slightly muffled.

"I am not enjoying anything.I am terrified of you.please stop stalking me as you promised." I hiss.

"You are terrified? Then why did you use the cuff on yourself, silly?" his voice is laced with sarcasm," Also, stop responding to my alleged acts of harassment if you want me to stop stalking you." My Stalker teases.

I can sense he is having fun with this.

" I am not responding to anything." I whine.

"Really?" his voice comes closer from behind. 

My body stiffens. I breathe shallowly as I sit there with a blindfold securely blindfolding my face, wearing only a nightie which barely hides my curves. I am terrified and excited at the same time, unsure of what to do.

"Don't be afraid." His voice is husky.

My anticipation only builds when sudden, strong hands wrap around my waist. A deep, seductive voice whispers in my ears, “This is just between us.”

I gasp hard.

"You said you aren't responding. Tell me, how did it feel to walk the street wearing this chemise?..." He teases me and removes his hand from my waist. 

With my closed eyes, I feel the silk blindfold tied precariously in place. I have no idea what this evening holds for me, but I let out a shuddering breath as I feel a gentle yet persistent touch on my neck. I straightened my shoulders, feeling over-eager in my nightie. I don't know who this man is, but I am increasingly being aware that he is a man who isn't my husband.

I mumble," I felt nothing.."

he ignores my answer and whispers," All those eyes ogling you...admiring you...envying you in this chemise ...that attention alone must have made you wet."

I blush hard. My body trembles against his fingers. At his touch, a wave of guilt and arousal surges through me - guilt for being here and for feeling such a forbidden excitement and arousal at the thought of something different. His hands slowly crawl under my arms, stopping just below my breast for a few seconds as though teasing me with the pleasure to come.

I hesitated, knowing I should resist and refusing to give into this unknown intimacy, but eventually, I let out a breath and acquiesced with the heat of anticipation coursing through me. 

"I felt nothing. You have no idea what I felt." I murmur, shivering.

My nipples harden with expectation as his finger traces my underboob.

"Then I intend to learn." He speaks softly.

My breasts come alive with anticipation as he starts to tease them with a gentle touch. His fingertips caringly meander and trace tenderly around my curves over my nightie & bra, softly tracing the nooks and crannies of my skin like a rollercoaster of emotions. His touch is like a warm fire burning on a cold night, tingling and tantalizing my tender flesh, sending waves of desire throughout my body.

The air is ripe with tension, and I can feel every nerve in my body dancing with anticipation. I can feel the overwhelming presence of this man behind me, and I know that something out of the ordinary is about to happen. It happens. In a swift motion, he unclasps my bra and removes it from my body.

"Pretty little hindrance."He chuckles.

 His fingers linger on my breasts under my nightie and begin to move in circles, slowly kneading and stroking as they make their way around the fullness of my curves. His touch is firm and feels almost electrifying. I can feel my body responding to his caresses with an overwhelming wave of pleasure and arousal.


At the same time, guilt starts to flood over me. This man isn't my husband, yet I can't deny that the sensations he's eliciting from my body are incredible. I'm wrestling with my emotions, feeling ashamed and ashamedly aroused, trying my best to suppress a moan of pleasure as he continues to massage my tits. I can't suppress my hushed gasp, however, as his hands begin to move over my nipples, making them stand erect under the fabric of my nightie.


The feeling of pleasure is growing exponentially, and I'm arching my back instinctively, trying to revel in the moment. But just as quickly as the pleasure had come, the guilt creeps back in. I can't help but think of how wrong this is - and the state I'm in, with a man who's not my husband, in a nightie, completely exposed ,cuffed and blindfolded. But despite these undeniable feelings of guilt, the pleasure he is eliciting from my body is too strong for me to deny.

His hands moved in circles around the mounds of my breasts, gently squeezing them. He alternated between firmer and more gentle touches, and I felt pure bliss as I squirmed in my seat.


The man’s hands finally start to crumble my defence, his skilful palms caressing me ever so tenderly yet surely. His fingertips barely brushed the tips of my nipples, sending a spark of electricity between us. My desire grew, and I let out a moan of pleasure.

'Ahhhh..." I restlessly moan again.

"I guess I am learning." He let out a raspy low chuckle.

 He kneads and moulds the curves of my breasts, each massage stroke more tender and intimate than the last. His fingers trace the contours of my breasts, teasing and caressing until I'm a quivering mass of want and desire.

Suddenly my phone rings. It is on the arm rest.

"Arun is calling you." My Stalker sounds amused, "Did you tell him where you going when you left the house?" He is barely touching me now, but his fingertips on my nipples made little electric sparks shoot through my body.

"No...uuffff..." I shudder.

“I bet your husband would be jealous if he knew you were here,” he purrs in a mocking tone.

I blush, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I can't deny that the things he is saying are true. I'm helpless and near the point of surrender.

"Time to tell your hubby dearest that you are alright." He doesn't wait for my response, and before I can say anything, he puts the phone on speaker.
"Where are you Trisha." Arun's voice fills the car.

"I am talking a walk." I lie, and I can hear the panic in my voice.

Meanwhile, my Stalker's fingers glide up my sides and slowly  he pulls down the strings of the nightie off my body exposing my swelled up breasts completely. Suddenly, his hands were on my breasts, gently kneading them with expert precision. His touch sent a wave of pleasure across my body, and I let out a soft moan in response.

That does not discourage my Stalker. It just emboldens him.

"Ok meet me at the Park. I need some air too." Arun informs.

My breasts felt full, alive and full of desire as he works his magic. I feel their softness, roundness and weight, my nipples growing increasingly sensitive as he caressed every part of them. They seemed swollen with pleasure, heavy and full of sweet anticipation. The sensations were so powerful and unexpected that I could barely stay silent.

"Ohhkkk..ohhhkk." I huffed and heard my husband cutting the call.

My shame must have been obvious on my face, as my Stalker seems to have no qualms about mocking my marriage. He laughed mockingly and sneered, pointing that out," We safely assume that You are a happily married wife from the conversation I just heard.".His words filled me with a deep sense of anger - how dare he undermine my commitment?

I gasp as he lightly flicks his fingertips across my nipples, my back arching in eagerness, and I'm overcome with the intensity of his touch. His massaging becomes quicker and firmer, and I feel an unstoppable desire rushing through me. Every nerve-ending is on fire as pleasure blossoms in my core, and I can't hold back any longer.

I ask him while moaning," Ahhh....why are you doing this?....offfff..."

"Cause I want to free you just like I have freed your tits right now." He growls and tugs hard on my nipples, and I feel my entire body go rigid in response to the pain. He keeps tugging and twisting it, sending shooting sensations through my body with each movement. Both pleasure and pain mingled together, making a sweet, agonizing sensation.

"What if I don't ...ahhhhh... want to be....ufffff..... free?" I moan, crunching my face and rubbing my thighs together in carnal desire.

"Why don't we make a deal huh? I will give a taste of that free and wild life you miss so much for few days and then you decide whether you want to live that thrilling life or live a boring married life in this suburb.?"

I didn't respond to his proposal, and His fingers moved in perfect circles, massaging my breasts with an exquisite touch. His grip became tighter, kneading and incessantly squeezing my breasts together. 

I shudder, crying out as I succumb to the intense pleasure washing over me, "Oh myyy Godddd!!!!"

"I will take that as a YES." He laughs.

His hands move up and down my rib cage in a tantalizing way, as if he is trying to memorize my body. I moan helplessly in pleasure, my lips parting slightly as the sensations overwhelms me.

The pressure increased as his fingers moved in tandem, squeezing my breasts from behind. His fingertips seemed to move with perfect precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. His hands seemed all-knowing as if they instinctively knew exactly how much pressure to apply and when.

Finally, my strength wanes, my moans are reduced to whimpers, and I feel his hands relax a little. He leans her closer to me and, to my deathly fear, whispers, 'You liked it, didn't you?'.

"I have to go." I am panting hard. I can guess my dewy skin is radiant and glowing in heat.

He still caresses my breasts gently, making me twist and mewl.

"Alright." He concurs.

"Give me my bra back." I blush.

"If you give me you panty." He toys with me.

" No way." I firmly protest.

"I have heard that before from you." He teases me, and his hands clasp my breasts from behind. With each squeeze, he brings a low moan of pleasure out of me. His fingers roll over each small mound, squeezing just the right amount. His thumb moves, finding the sensitive place at the tip and creating an intense desire within me.

My verbal reaction was one of immense pleasure, long drawn-out moans escaping my lips with each caress. My body was practically singing under his touch, my back arching and pushing towards the sensations.

The man has a firm grip, his fingers pressing and kneading my orbs before him until I can no longer contain my intense pleasure.

The man increases his grip, squeezing more firmly as I moan louder. His hands move faster, exploring every inch of my chest until he creates a feeling of such intensity that I can no longer control. I had never felt pleasure like this before with Arun, and it was causing me to let go completely.

 I scream, unable to take the pleasure any more, "Ok, ok..ahhhhh...You can have my panty."

With one final squeeze, the man releases me from his grip, and I slump against the seat in exhaustion. I have no idea what happened, but it was one of the most intensely pleasurable experiences I  have had in many years.

With my free hand, I pull my panty down, lifting my ass.

He gently picks it from my hand. As our fingers touch, I tremble. We both can feel how soaked my panty has become.

"mmmm," He makes a satisfied sound, "Your pussy wept a lot ."

and throws the bra and the cuff's keys on my lap.

"Count to 20, and then take off your blindfold. Then uncuff yourself. The key is on your lap. Say Hi to your husband." He laughs, and just like that, he disappears after rocking my world.
  

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 11


                                                                               TRISHA


My breasts feel like pillows of silk that have been caressed and massaged to perfection by Stalker. He has left me in stunned bliss, overwhelmed by the pleasure and craving for more.


Sweat trickles down my back as I nervously scurry away from my Stalker's car. I know the risk I am taking; as a married woman, I have no business in the abandoned construction site. 
I try to keep my head low, hoping no one I knew would be here to see me. I hugged my body with my arms, feeling even more exposed and ashamed.

I feel like everyone watching me as I walk down the sidewalk with my head lowered, and arms crossed tightly around my body. Burdened with guilt, I am afraid to meet anyone's gaze.
I can't reach the park to meet my husband taking this path. I don't want to give him any hint regarding where I went. I want to reach the park via the usual road.

I decide to take a detour to another street, a quiet one without people. At this moment, I want to take refuge in nothing but my own thoughts and the safety of the shadows. 
As I take the detour down a side street to fool my husband, I still feel a million eyes on me and hear whispers in the air.I know I am imagining it, but I can't help but feel like I am being judged. 

I knew what I did with my Stalker was wrong, and the guilt was eating away at me, but I couldn't help myself relaying the clandestine meeting with my Stalker. I am stuck in between desire and duty. I keep my head low and gaze on the ground as I continue my journey.

Suddenly I collide with a rock-solid body, and a squeak escapes my mouth.

"Oh I am so sorry...I was distracted.." My words get stuck as I see the person Neeraj who is probably returning from the volleyball court.

 He stood before me, sweat running down his muscular chest, his bare torso a testament to his physical strength. This is the first time I have seen him like this.
My Stalker seduced me and left me in a wanton state. Now I have stumbled upon the bare-chested volleyball player who has just finished a game. The way his chest glistens with sweat, his muscular body, and his chiseled face instantly capture my attention.

 I can't help but appreciate the fine specimen of masculinity in front of me. My mind is racing with naughty thoughts.

"Are you alright? What are you doing here, Trisha Bhabi?' he asks, casually crossing his arms and shifting his feet.
I clear my throat before greeting him, "Hello there, I just wanted to get away from the routine for a while," my gaze steady on his bare torso. I can't look away.

"Hello yourself,I can keep you company if you are bored of your routine life." he says, his deep voice almost rumbling in the silence of the boulevard.







My cheeks redden at the boldness of his words, and my heart races at the exchange. I try to remain composed and ask, "What brings you here during this hour?"

He seems to sense what I am thinking and saunters closer.
I blush and glance away.

He appreciatively peeks at my chemise-clad body and says in a low and sultry voice, "I was at a game. You should come sometime to watch my games. I got some moves that you will appreciate."

I giggle and look away, crossing my arms, "I'll think about it."

That's when my eyes catch Arun standing at the center of the park, almost 30-40 meters away from us. I spot him through the trees of the boulevard.
A pang of guilt surges through me.

"Well, don't think too hard," the sweaty volleyball player grins, tousling his wet hair.
I blush at the way he emphasizes 'hard.'

My blush deepens as I flirt back to my surprise, "Sounds like it could be fun."

"Volleyball is not a sport to be taken lightly," The player shrugs nonchalantly, "You never know until you try,".

 I am very sure that he isn't talking about volleyball here. He means something lewd.

I gulp again and stare in the direction where my husband is waiting for me.

"I have to go. Arun is waiting for me." I wave my hands at Neeraj, bidding him goodbye.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 12 



                                                                                THE BREAKER


I had trepidations regarding Trisha's intentions as I got to know Arun went to the security office to check who had dropped the parcel at his house.Obviously, Trisha had told her husband that she was being stalked. I suspected that.
But after our naughty rendevous inside the car, it indicates that she is clearly withholding information from her husband.

I took proper precautions, though. That car wasn't even mine. I always wanted to do it, breaking into a car without any force.

The car belongs to the supervisor overseeing the construction work, who leaves the car at the site daily.

All I had to do was stay near the car and wait for him to press his smart key.
Once he did, his Bluetooth sent an infrared signal to the car's antenna. As soon as the low-frequency signal got into the air, I snatched the frequency of the car fob with my device, which I bought from a very popular online shopping app.
 Smart keys are part of passive keyless entry. Once I got the frequency, I tuned it with the car's antenna bypassing the usual pke system. Voila !!! The doors opened for my kinky playdate just like that.

Now even if Trisha fetches Arun to learn to whom the car belongs, they will hit a dead end.

I have successfully broken into that car, and that has boosted my confidence. I have grown bolder. I want to break into Trisha's house. 

I can see Arun and Trisha chatting in the park. They don't look happy.

I took this chance and followed my impulse. There was a certain buzz that had been running through my mind ever since I'd made the decision to do it. 

As I stepped closer to her house, I could feel the adrenaline forming like a hurricane in my veins, dancing through my body like electricity. It was a feeling I never had experienced before, and I was addicted.


I jump inside the premises of Trisha's house from the backside. I have been stalking her for a while now.I know where they keep their spare key. It is under one of the flower vases.I retrieve it and enter the house using the backdoor.

I'm in !!!!

The rush is tremendous. I can feel my head spinning, my heart racing, my palms wet with sweat. And yet, I am strangely calm. Finally, I have done it – I've managed to break into Trisha's house. 

I keep my eyes and ears sharp as I move deeper into the house and peer around every corner, cautious of any danger around me but ready to take on whatever comes my way, although I am aware that Trisha and Arun are currently at the community park.

My heart thuds as I step into the living room, looking around carefully. I'm all alone in the house and don't know what to expect, but the thought of possibly getting away with this exhilarates me even more.

I feel excitement as I move from room to room, gathering information.

I adore the sheer curtains in the window. This is where she sleeps !!

Now I am aspiring to do some more daring. I want to stay inside the house. I can't let Trisha see my face, and I need to distract her husband with something.

So I decide the taking the  LIGHT away from them.

I already saw their main switch. I open the box and cut the fuse wire of all three phases. However, the lights remained on as Trisha and Arun got the inverter back up.

I found the battery and inverter under the stairs. I use the flashlight and take out the fuse of the inverter. The fuse wire is in a tiny glass container. I open it and cut the fuse.

 
There were spare fuses on the battery. I use one of those to start the battery. The lights come back.


I go upstairs to Trisha's bedroom and put the Panty I took from her on the bed. I assume she will notice her Panty once she returns, which I took from her in exchange for her bra. Only she knows the tale of this panty other than myself. Arun does not know what this pretty panty has gone through.

Upon seeing her panty Trisha will know either I was here or I am still here. I want her to be mentally prepared and not scream. I am betting on the positive connection we have made in the car.





My plan is ambitious but not improbable.

I have to stay hidden now. I will have to wait until Trisha and Arun come back. Afterwards, I will give Trisha a few minutes to notice her missing Panty.

Following that, I will take out the fuse from the inverter and switch it with the tampered fuse. The entire house will become dark, and Arun will have to come downstairs to repair the fuses.
 
Once he remains busy with electrical work, I will take the opportunity to pay Trisha a visit in the dark. 

That's my plan. My design.

I come downstairs and get out using the backdoor. I stay hidden just outside the backdoor, eagerly waiting for Arun and Trisha to return. 

Now it all depends on Trisha's reaction. If I hear her shouting or Arun's, then I will know Trisha has decided to stop the game and ratting me out to Arun. If it happens, I will leave immediately. If I don't hear any hooting, then the game is still on.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 13

                                                                         TRISHA


"I don't want to hear about it anymore." I slam open the main door blurting out at my husband, who is behind me.

" You are making a mistake." Arun locks the door and tries to reason with me.

I spin around in my chemise and confront my husband, glaring up at him. “You can’t tell me how to dress. I know I have a stalker, and I want to know who it is.”

He folds his arms and shakes his head. “It’s not safe for you to dress like this.”

“How do you know it’s not safe?” I demand. “You don't know who it is. And if I dress more boldly, maybe he will reveal themselves.”

He sighs and looks away. “You don’t know what this Stalker is capable of. What if he tries to hurt you?”

“I’ll be careful,” I insist. “I just want to know who it is. I can’t just keep living in fear.”

My husband looks at me with concern and takes a step closer. “I understand your need to find out who this person is, but there are other ways to do it. At least consider other options.”

I narrow my eyes and press my lips together. “And what options are those?”

My husband cradles my face in his hands," I will figure out something. For the time being, please stop taking rash decisions. The risks are too high. Please, be careful.'

I brush away his hands and begin to walk away.

'You don't get it!' I say as I turn back to him. 'I'm tired of hiding away. I'm tired of being scared. I want to know who this person is and I'm willing to take the risk to find out!'
I storm away, not looking back, my chemise billowing in the wind.

I head for my bedroom, irritated by the constant badgering by Arun and the lies I just told him.

I throw my phone on the bed in frustration, and that's when I see my panty.

I'm feeling conflicted - a strange mixture of guilt, shame, and thrilling excitement - as I stare at the bright pink panty lying crumpled across the smooth ivory bed sheets.

How did it get here? It is not supposed to be here. Was my Stalker here? Of course, he was here!!!

I feel a mix of shock and embarrassment as I see the panty my Stalker left on my marital bed. I remember vividly how he took it off my body earlier this evening.

Now here it is, a bold reminder of our illicit rendezvous, and I'm wracked with conflicting emotions. I'm aware of my husband in the house, and the knowledge hangs a heavy cloud in the room that any second, he'll walk in and discover my illicit adventure. 

But despite the fear, my heart skips a beat and flutters as I think of my foolishly bold Stalker, the pleasure of his hands wandering my body. That panty is a symbol of everything that's going on between us, and it's like a drug--I can't help myself.

Bedazzled, I keep staring at the panty across my marriage bed; the memories come flooding back. It had been a subversive pleasure, drenched in scandalous passion. 
My cheeks felt hot as recollections of our secret car meeting raced through my mind. 

My stomach flutters with an irresistible thrill. I can still feel the warmth of his hands on my breasts, the pleasure radiating through me when he caressed my tits. The raw, kinky pleasure of it all sends an illicit heat coursing through my veins, even now.

But I can't help the other feeling that follows— dread. My husband is at home, and here I am, looking at the very same panty that my Stalker made me give him. I can't help but ponder if Arun would ever find out about my deeds and what would happen if he did.

These conflicting emotions—a tantalizing thrill and a shiver of fear— wash over me in equal measure. 

I feel a sense of shame engulfs me. I know I have crossed the line and acted recklessly. I am filled with guilt and confusion as I slowly pick up the panty and tuck it away inside my lingerie drawer. I knew I had to Keep lying to Arun to ensure my husband would never know about my indiscretions. I feel vulnerable, vulnerable to discovery and to further emotional hurt.

I sigh deeply and forlornly, feeling the weight of my decisions. 

Sorrow brings anger out of me, I feel my cheeks flush, and I can't help but become enraged as I realize that my Stalker had the gall to leave a trace of my adulterous act in the place of my marriage. I feel my blood boil, and I step away from the bed, unsure what to do next.

I look out the window in disbelief, hoping my Stalker is watching me through the sheer curtains. I can't accept that he has left me a physical reminder of our illicit rendezvous in my marital bed, breaking into my house. 

"What's that noise?" Arun asks upon entering our bedroom.

"What Noise?" My ear is already ringing.

"The fan. I think the power is out." Arun remarks.

I look up and listen carefully; there is that familiar buzzing noise of the fan when it runs on our inverter. But we have never experienced a load shedding since we move into Green Valley.

Arun and I both look outside. The street lamps are on; every house is lit up, and no sound of generators.

"Dang..I think there is fault with our electric line." Arun scowls.

My attention intuitively goes towards my closed lingerie drawer. My Stalker visits my house, and out of the blue, there is a fault in the line. Which never happens.

"I am gonna...." Arun's words get stuck as complete darkness surrounds us. The darkness was sudden. 

"What the hell the inverter also malfunctioned?" Arun's words fill up the dark room.

My heart pounds. I can feel my Stalker is behind this. I thought he left after returning my panty, but now I fear he is inside the house.

"When was the last time you gave distilled water to the battery," Arun asks me.

"I don't remember." I feel lightheaded. I am being paranoid.

" That's why the battery is out of charge. Man what a menace.I am gonna go and fix it," Arun pours out his frustration.

I hear his footsteps going away from me. I want to tell him about my suspicions about my Stalker. I wanted to tell him this power cut seemed like a setup, but I couldn't.

 I feel a lump in my throat. My Stalker's audacity entices me. The further my husband goes away, the more my chances of coming out clean disappears. I turn around with my back facing the door. I tremble in anticipation.

I felt my heart racing as adjusting to the lack of light took me time. I heard my husband's voice as he called out from the hallway, questioning what had happened to the inverter.

I felt a presence enter the room before I had a chance to respond, and I tensed as I realized it could only be one person: my Stalker.

 My heart was in my throat, suddenly uncertain if I should be pleased or scared of the situation. He moved closer; his body shadowed as he used it as an opportunity to move within close proximity to me.

He stood behind me, his presence seemed to consume the room like a dark fog, and I felt myself trembling in anticipation and fear. His hands moved over my shoulders and then my stomach. 

I gasp hard.

He whispers, "You got my message,I presume"

"You should not be here." My voice trembles. I am certain now that my stalker does not belong to my inner circle of people from the community. I don't recognize his voice.

I can feel the guilt seeping through me like poison; this is wrong. I shouldn't be here in our bedroom with another man, but the thrill of being with someone different, someone forbidden, is so strong.

"Shh," his voice whispered softly in my ear.

He steps closer, his fingers trailing along my collarbone and gently grazing my breasts. A shiver runs through me, his touch sending pleasure radiating through my body.
 
"You should go." I mewl weakly.

In response, His soft kisses start to soften my skin. He caresses my breasts with a tenderness that makes me tremble, my nipples becoming aroused by his strong fingertips. 

"Let go," he whispers. "Let me explore your body, your desires. Follow my touch. I want to make you feel alive."

The desire within me starts to grow; he moves closer, exploring my neck and shoulders with teasing licks and gentle bites. A soft moan escapes my lips as he continues to shower me with his desire.

"Ahhhh.." 

He chuckles darkly, low in my ear. 'You like that, don't you?' he says in a teasing tone.

I make a protesting noise, trying to keep my wits about me, though I know it's pointless. He knows better than I that the wetness gathering between my thighs is a betrayer of pleasure.

He moves around me, pressing himself against my back, his chest to my spine, his arousal grinding against me.

'No,' I whisper, hating the truth of it. 'No, I don't like it.'

His lips brush my ear. 'You sure about that?'

He cups my breasts through the chemise, kneading them, and my breath hitches.

My mind fights against my body, but I'm rapidly losing control.

He laughs a throaty chuckle. "Oh, yes, you like it,' he growls into my ear. 'You like it a lot."

'Please...stop,' I breathe, but I'm too spun at the moment to truly mean it. 

His hands continue moving in tantalizing circles across my breasts, and his warmth coaxes a gentle shudder. I want him to stop, but I don't.

He takes his time, savouring each touch and nuzzling closer to me. His breath tickles my neck, and I know I'm powerless against the pleasure he's eliciting. His husky voice whispers to me in the darkness.

"You shouldn't enjoy this,' he teases me , 'But you do, don't you?"

The man's hands feel like hot silk on my shoulders as his fingers trace down my neck; I can feel them pressing lightly against my skin as he moves lower. 

His hands are now cupping my breasts, his palms exploring these soft mounds of flesh, his thumbs lightly brushing against my nipples. His fingers were firmer now, kneading and squeezing my breasts. 

My breath is becoming ragged as pleasure snakes through me as his hands continue exploring, his fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin of my areolas, sending sparks of desire through me. His lips are now on my neck as his hands roam freely over my body.

I can feel both of his hands cupping and fondling my breasts now, manipulating them in a way that drives me wild with desire. His fingers gently tugged at my nipples, twirling around them and squeezing them lightly, sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body. 



I can feel my body quiver and tremble beneath his touch, aching for more. His hands move slowly to the edges of my chemise, pushing it aside as he caresses my chest, massaging my soft flesh with his fingertips.

The darkness in the bedroom wraps around us like a cocoon, muffling my moans of pleasure. His calloused, experienced hands are strongly squeezing my breasts through the sheer material of my chemise, sending waves of desire radiating through my body.

His hands caress my skin as they move in circles, pulverizing and kneading my breasts. He teases each of my nipples with a gentle pinch, then trails his fingertips up and down my chest. His touch is making me weak in the knees, and I press my body even harder against him, craving more of his touch. My luscious ass grinds against his impressive hard-on.

The sensation of pleasure increases, and my breathing becomes laboured. His hands squeeze my breasts more firmly as I feel his arousal pressing against me. I can feel every movement of his hands, and my body responds eagerly, quivering with anticipation. His fingertips are making delicate circles around my nipples, and I moan with desire.



Downstairs, I hear my husband in the living room, banging and rattling around, unsuccessfully trying to fix the fuse. I know he won't succeed soon; he's never been good at these things. 

"Honey where are the inverter fuses?" Arun shouts.

"I broke them." My Stalker chuckles and spins me around.

He lands a firm smack on my bubble butt, making it wobble under my chemise and instructs, "Walk and talk to your husband. I don't want him to come upstairs."

As I walk slowly, alternating the steps of my two feet, I am wearing only a chemise with no underwear, the feeling of the air on my exposed skin making me feel alive. 

He gives me another light slap on my ass, and I groan," mmmphhh..."

"I don't know," I shout back at Arun while walking towards the hallway.

"What do you know then.? My husband blurts in frustration.

My Stalker, who is trailing behind me, pushes his fingertip ever so slightly inside my pussy as I move. 

"Uffffff...." A squeaky moan escapes my mouth at the sudden intrusion.

"What did you say?" Arun asks from downstairs in a whiny voice.

"Don't stop.keep walking." My Stalker rolls his finger inside my pussy. 

I bit my lips in sensation.

As I walk, slicing the darkness, my eyes remain fixed on the ground, my steps tentative as I struggle to reconcile the conflicting emotions coursing through me. My body betraying a war between pleasure and embarrassment. 

"Where did you say the fuses are," Arun asks with an attitude.

"Answer him." My Stalker pats my pussy mound. My cheeks glow in further embarrassment.

My chemise flutters as the Stalker again moves his fingers inside my pussy, my hardened nipples chafing against the fabric, my skin feeling strange and exposed without any undergarments. I walk beside my Stalker, feeling at once a thrilling sense of freedom and a disconcerting uncertainty about what I'm now entering into.

"Did you check the cabinet?" My voice cracks.

I try to stay focused on the way I'm moving, but my Stalker has inserted another finger deep inside me. 

"Mmmm you are so wet. You are enjoying this very much." He nibbles my ear.

" Which cabinet?" Arun asks in frustration," We got so many cabients Trisha."

My Stalker lightly caresses me as I step forward, pressing against a particularly sensitive spot deep within and sending little sparks of pleasure up my spine.

"The one under the basin," I reply in a sultry voice.
 
With each subsequent step, his finger presses further in, making me want to move faster but also wanting the moment to never end. As he pushes deeper into me, I start to close my eyes and relax, the sensation of pleasure overwhelming me.

I can feel my body responding to him, my pussy squeezing around his finger as if it were a second skin. I can hear the teasing dialogue of my stalker as his finger teases my inner walls. 
His soothing words command me to move with his finger inside me. His fingers circle my inner muscles. I am in a trance-like state as I move, feeling pleasure fill my entire body with each step. I feel more connected to my Stalker than ever before, the feeling of his finger in me sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine.

We are standing in the upstairs drawing room now.

My stalker squeezes my ass roughly and demands, "Keep talking to your husband. I want to know where he is at every second. You don't want me to get caught do you now?" he slaps my butt lightly and compliments, "You got a nice ass."

That thrills and pleases me." "Did you find the fuse yet?" I call down the staircase, my voice revealing nothing of the pleasure that I am experiencing at the hands of my stalker.

"Noooo!' my husband yells from downstairs. I can hear the discontent in his voice.

"I can see why you got bored with him." My stalker chuckles and rests his hand on my waist.

"I am not bored with him." I grimace, quivering against his body.

The man behind me slides his hands further up my body, pushing the fabric of my chemise aside to get a better angle on my breasts. He cups them in his hands tenderly, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I stifle a moan, trying to prevent my husband from hearing the noise.

 

'If you are not then I will make him boring for you." He growls.and gently kisses the back of my neck before letting his tongue slide up and down my spine, leaving a trail of fire. 
His fingers keep playing with my nipples, squeezing them in ways that cause pleasure to course through my body.

I give myself over to the sensation. 

"Ohhhh gawwddd...." I moan out involuntarily.

'Everything okay up there, honey?' my husband inquires.

"Yessss... just a bug," I lie shamelessly, biting back a moan as my stalker's fingertips dig suggestively into my nipples.

" I can't find the fuses. I am going to see the power box." My husband informs.

I close my eyes, savouring the tension that the man's touch creates. I can feel his hands slipping under my chemise, tracing patterns onto my engorged breasts. His hands are rough now and  deeply demanding.



I gasp as he continues his exploration.I can feel the warmth radiating from his hands as he tweaks my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.
"Yes, I found the problem. All three fuses burnt." My husband lets me know.

As the man stands behind me in the dark, his powerful hands exploring my breasts over the thin fabric of my chemise, I can still manage to carry on a conversation with my husband, whose voice reaches me from downstairs.

"How is it going down there?' I ask, my voice sounding a bit strained.

"I need copper wire." My husband reports to me.

"Unhuhh...." I moan.

I can feel the heat of my body against my thigh as my stalker brings his palm to my pussy and pleases me with soft, slow strokes. Tension builds within me, and every silky touch and every slippery plunge brings me immense pleasure.

My stalker whispers sweet nothings in my ear, making me radiant in embarrassment. The feeling of his fingers tracing slow circles in my inner thigh sent fire coursing through my veins. His whisper of breath on my neck causes me to tremble with pleasure.

"Do you know where can I find a wire?I have to make fuses." My husband shouts.

My Stalker's fingers lightly flicked my already wet pussy. His fingers are soft yet firm, massaging my clit in gentle circles, then pressing down hard. He arouses me with a skill and an intensity I couldn't resist. His whispers and promises of excitement and pleasure beyond my wildest dreams filled me with anticipation and pleasure.



"Keep talking to you husband." He chuckles,"You are getting carried away.Misguide your husband. Point him to place where there is no wire." He licks my ear while speaking.

"No .I can't do that." I protest swaying my ass onto his body.

 He begins to caress my inner thighs, his touch ever so light, setting fire to my very core. His hand slides between my legs and his fingertips expertly bring my pleasure to new heights, my thighs quivering as his caress makes me shiver with delight.


My body quakes with desire, my guilt intensifying as his touch coaxes a moan from me. But I can't help it, his tongue tasting me, and his fingers masterfully sending waves of pleasure through my trembling body.

I want this to linger and I obey him," I saw some spare wires in the studyroom."

"Studyroom?" My husband,"You sure."

My stalker whispers in my ear, "You're so wet for me."

"Ahhhh..Yesssss.." I shudder.

"Alright. getting it." Arun confirms.

"That's a good wifey." My stalker teases me and slides the chemise straps from my shoulder. It falls on the ground in no time .Now I am completely naked,aroused and in the embrace of my mysterious Stlaker.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 14

                                                                                          TRISHA

I'm standing here in the pitch-black darkness of our house, completely exposed and vulnerable, in front of my Stalker. I know he can make out my shape in the dark. Every inch of my skin is exposed, and I feel a mixture of shame and arousal wash over me. 


 My husband is downstairs, yet here I am, standing before my Stalker, risking it all. 

I can end it all if I just shout and inform Arun about this anonymous intruder in our house. Yet I couldn't.

The heady thrill of almost getting caught intoxicates me.The knowledge of what we're doing, what we might get caught doing, fills me with a pleasure as intense as the act itself.

My Stalker kicks the chemise away from my feet. I can feel the heat radiating off of him. He leans in, his lips hovering just above my ear.

I turn a bit, and fear grips my throat as I express my anxiety, "You should leave.It is getting dangerous now.".

 I find no strength in my voice.I can sense the man I am talking to is in his mid 30's, surely no more than 45.

"Your skin is so soft," he murmurs, his breath tickling my neck, his hand caressing my hair, "Don't be afraid." my attention skittishly hovers between him and my husband downstairs.

His voice is low and sultry, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body, and my face flare with heat. I can't believe I'm letting him do this.





"Don't be shy," he says, his hands ghosting over my body, "You have a lovely figure" Shame mounts on my high cheekbones, and My breath catches in my throat.

He turns me around again, making me face downwards against the railing so I can keep track of my husband.

The wetness between my legs betrays the feelings I can't hide. 

My Stalker sneakily slides one of his fingers inside my pussy, and I can't help but moan in pleasure as my inner walls ripple around him-"Offffff...."

My Stalker chuckles in pride at my reaction. I imagine his grin twisting his lips while mine are upside down.

I'm standing there, helplessly writhing against him, loving the way his touch makes me feel.

I concentrate on each stroke, a sultry sigh leaving my lips with each thrust. My clit pulses with pleasure, my breath coming in shallow pants. I can feel the wetness between my legs getting sloppier as my pussy continues to throb.

"Honey,I can't find it ." My husband's defeated voice floats in the darkness.

Hearing my husband's voice, my Kinky Stalker becomes aggressive, knowing  I have to answer my hubby, and to make it difficult for me, he pushes his finger deeper into me. 
I'm desperate to keep quiet, worried that my husband might hear, but as my Stalker's finger rubs against my sensitive bundle of nerves, I feel the tingle of pleasure blooming. 

I desperately try to remain still, my hands gripping tightly to his thighs, but as the pleasure intensifies, I can't stop myself from letting out soft groans of pleasure.

*smack* My StalkerStalker startles me with a loud slap on my protruding ass and growls, "Answer him."

"Keep...mmphhh searching." I reply to my unsuspecting husband.

"Watch it, Trisha, don't loiter around in the Dark." My husband cautions me with concern in his voice.

I whisper at my Stalker, pleading, "Please don't make noise."

"Shhhhh" He puts a finger on my lips and whispers back, "Keep quiet and Listen."

 My spine tingles with pleasure as I feel my persuasive Stalker's other finger enter inside me, teasing and coaxing my insides until I can barely contain my pleasure. 

His touch was magical, and I struggled to keep my moans contained while he skillfully teased my inner walls. My body betrays me, and I surrender to his ministrations, allowing waves of pleasure to overtake me, and I listen.

I listen to the wet sounds that are coming out of my pussy, almost like a deep echoing, a mix between a low moan and a trickling river. It's a combination of pleasure and need, of wanting him more and more. 

With each movement of his fingers, I can feel my muscles tensing and releasing, creating an almost musical pattern of wet and enticing noises. I'm tense and relaxed all at once, feeling pleasure ripple throughout my body and leaving me aching for more.

"Listen to the music we are making." His husky voice lulls me.

And I listen.

The wet, slippery sounds coming from my pussy are like music to me. Each stroke causes a new melody, a duet between my pleasure and the pleasure of my Stalker. I can hear the slick, juicy friction of his skillful touch; his finger gliding inside and circling around my most sensitive area with practiced strokes as if he's relearning how to play a long-forgotten instrument. He knows just where and how to touch me to push me over the edge.


My breath shudders out of me in delight, my head lolling back as I'm transported to a world of pleasure. An intense wetness builds between my legs, and as my Stalker continues to stroke me, I feel my slickness coating him. I cover my mouth leaning over the railing, rolling my eyes into my skull, facing the darkness in front while he fingers me from behind.



I can hear the soft, slick noises that come with his every movement, a combination of wet, juicy slurps and light smacking that combine to create a symphony of pleasure.
Every stroke causes me to shudder in pleasure as delight washes over me. I squeeze my eyes shut and can't help but moan, my body electrified with pleasure.

"No, Honey...there is no wire here.I think you have mistaken." My husband has given up his search.

Anticipating a conversation between my husband and me, my Stalker curls his finger within me, the wet sounds coming from my pussy intensify, and he remarks,
 "I bet he couldn't even find your clit,just like he can't find the fuse,let along fix it. Answer him, Beautiful." and follows up with another louder smack on my plump ass, stinging it.

"Oh, goddd....." I groan in pain, scrunching my face.

"I am telling you not to roam around in the dark." My husband orders me thinking I am stumbling upon furniture may be.

"Try the garage," I kill the moan while speaking.

"There no wire there.I know." My husband asserts certainty.

"Try it anyway." I huffed.

Arun accessed the attached garage with his mobile phone flashlight from within our house, crossing the living room downstairs.



Upstairs with each thrust of my Stalker's finger inside my oozing pussy, I could hear a wet, almost squelching sound-a sound that could only signify pleasure ,as my pulsating walls were being aroused to new heights.

 As he moved his finger in and out of me, I could feel my feminine juices running freely, pooling around my Stalker's finger, soaking my inner walls with orgasmic bliss.

My Stalker chortles in delight as I shudder," If he can't fix fuses, how can he fix your leakage?Your plumbing requirements are very complicated than he realizes."

While teasing me, he punishes my ass with a playful spank, and the sound echoes. I  know my husband can hear it, and my Stalker is intentionally doing it.

I moan, "uffff...you are reckless" The hedonistic thrill of almost getting caught only amplifies the sensations that ripple through me. The fear of being caught dissolves into the pleasure of the moment as I enjoy my forbidden pleasure.

He spanks me again and again and again.... until finally, there is a crash downstairs, and I hear my husband's voice calling to me, and that is when the most intense rush of all slams into me. I am caught between pleasure and fear, and I find both equally thrilling and intoxicating.

Arun shouts from the garage, "Trisha, are you all right?"

My stalker responds with a chuckle and plots to make me miserable as I try to reply to my husband, who is worried about my well-being during this preplanned power cut.

He presses his digits deeper and deeper into me. Each penetration is like a mini explosion, sending waves of pleasure through my body and making me clench down on his hand.

Desperately trying not to alert my husband, who is finding the fuse in our garage, I bite down on my lip and try to concentrate on controlling my moans. With each sensation, my body screams for more. His expert movements only leave me wanting more, and I can hardly keep myself from screaming out in pleasure.

At this point, I am nothing but a wet, uncontrollable mess. With one last thrust of his fingers, I am swept away by a tsunami of bliss, and my body quivers with delight. Every muscle tenses and then relaxes, leaving me completely spent and barely able to stand.

I moan out, "Yesssss.sssss...." responding to Arun while cumming on my mischievous Stalker's fingers.

My Stalker does not stop. He gives my pussy no respite.As his fingers grace my engorged pussy petals, I'm overwhelmed with a sense of shame that I'm being unfaithful to my husband while he carries out his duties downstairs.

The moan escapes my lips despite my attempts to keep it inside. His finger circles the aroused nub, and I clamp my lips shut, a certain sense of guilt washing over me, even though it is balanced by the sweet pleasure his touch has brought.

I bite my lip, struggling to stifle a groan, my legs trembling from his touch. Every moan I make, every gasp I utter is tainted by the fact that I am betraying the vows my husband and I exchanged on the day of our marriage.

It's a cruel reminder of my current predicament, and yet I can't help but be aroused by it. The knowledge that I'm doing something so wrong, yet it feels so euphoric.

 Even though the guilt never leaves me, it doesn't stop my body from its inevitable reaction.

The temptation of pleasure and shame are battling in my mind as I stand there, allowing my Stalker to have his way with me.

My Stalker slowly starts to chuckle, aware of the battle raging inside of me. 

He leans in close and whispers against my ear, "Look how you quivering from my touch, so eager to succumb to the pleasure I'm inducing on you - yet you're struggling to stay still. What would your husband say if he knew that his wife was trembling with desire in the embrace of another man? Does that make it harder for you to hold back your moans?"

My Stalker stands intimately close, caressing my inner thighs and sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. His dexterous fingers slowly pleasuring me, pushing me ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Shut up...ahhhhh.....ummmphhhh." I warn him.


He ignores that and teases me further, "We both know you should be with your husband right now, holding a flashlight and helping him search the wire in the garage. I mean, isn't that why you married him in the first place? To take care of family needs like a good wife? But here you are, getting fingered by me - a man who can hardly keep his hands off you."

Shame floods my body, but I cannot stop him as his fingers explore my wet folds and his thumb circles my swollen clit. His fingers slide deep inside me as he expertly massages my inner walls. I want to moan with pleasure, but I bite my lip hard in an effort to remain silent. As my hips thrust and move against him, I'm left desperate and breathless. 

"Oh, Look at you...Greedy Wifey so bored of her mundane married life." He chuckles a sardonic edge to his voice as I grind my weeping slit onto his ever-present fingers, thrusting my ass backward.

His fingers continue their rhythmic penetrating, and I feel myself being teased to the brink before being pulled tantalizingly back. My body screams with pleasure, and noiseless gasps come from my open mouth.

The combination of fingers and moisture creates a slick friction between us, and I can feel my Stalker's finger scorching its way through my most sensitive depths. My hips arch forward, desperate for more pleasure, and another orgasm peaks until nothing remains except the squelching sounds of pure pleasure emanating from my palpitating core.

My Stalker nips by earlobe, "I want alone time with you now. Get rid of your husband." He demands in a voice of steel.

"No." I protest, shaking in orgasmic bliss.

My stalker grabs my quivering womanhood with his rough palm and growls, "Yes....I want to listen to your moans...I want to please you more."

There is an animal passion in his voice, and that exhilarates me.

He turns me around and sits in front of me, spreading my legs wide apart. My head is spinning in arousal with my back pressed on the railing. I can see nothing in the dark.

His fingers conquer my drenched vulva once again. Soft, wet noises escape my lips as my Stalker's fingers enter me. His touch drives my body wild with a combination of delight and need.

The noises coming from my pussy are thick and wet, with each stroke driving me to writhe. I arch my back. Drips of wetness cascade down my inner thighs and my Stalker's wrist as my his well-honed skill drags out my climax higher and higher. 



My breath pants full of need as I struggle to contain the pleasure radiating from within me. I cover my mouth to block my muffled moans; thousands of explosion sparks behind my closed eyes shattering my mind.


I succumb to his illicit proposal, "How.." the eroticism and arousal washing away my chastity.

He turns my body using my hips, making me face downstairs to keep track of my husband's whereabouts.

"Tell him to go to a friend's house if he doesn't find the wire. Give him the idea to borrow fuse from someone." his hands come upwards, and he grabs my firm tits.

I oblige, holding back the moan in my throat and feigning innocence as I call down from the upstairs , 'Honey, You find the wire? Have you managed to make a fuse from it? "while my Stalker mauls, my swelled up, malleable orbs with both his hands rubbing my nectar all over them.

My Stalker and I know I'm not just asking about the fuse. I'm testing the waters, trying to see if my husband has any idea of what's really happening.

My husband shouts from the garage," No..but I found my old Walkman. Man, I had so much fun with this when I was a kid." I can detect the nostalgia in his voice.

"That's great...mphhh...Why don't you borrow fuse from Gupta?" I choke at the end as my Stalker rhythmically fans his fingers over my erect nipples in a circular motion.

"What will people think if they know we don't have a toolbox...." He whines.

"Pleaseeeee... do you want to spent the night in dark? It is so hot in here."I press him.

"It indeed is." My stalker whispers in my ears, rubbing his throbbing appendage on my apple bottom while testing the elasticity of my udders upstairs.

"Ok ok alright." My husband reluctantly agrees.

My stalker pinches my nipples, eliciting a groan from me, and solicits while playing with my milks," Tell him to bring  milk from the market ."

I shiver, knowing my Stalker trying to squeeze out as much alone time as he can.I lovingly urge my husband," Bring two packets of milk as you are heading out."

"Need my wallet for that." Arun informs.

My stalker immediately leaves my body, and I also panic, knowing Arun will come upstairs to get my wallet.

Then Arun declares," Nah don't need it I will pay with UPI."

"Alright." I let out a sigh of relief.

"Lock the door Trisha ." Arun tells me before going out.

Now I am completely alone with my Stalker, aroused and very much naked.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE-15


                                                                                TRISHA


My husband closes our main gate. That familiar sound sends a chill through me, realizing what I am doing now.


I feel my heart racing, and I turn to face my scheming Stalker. The darkness eats away any sense of security; I can only rely on my heightened sense of anticipation. The tension and excitement are in the air, and my body heats up with anticipation.

My eyes search the darkness for any sign of his movement, but none comes. I bite down on my lip in eagerness, savoring the thrill.

 From the faint ambient light, I can just make out his features—those piercing eyes and steely jawline. My pulse quickens. He's tall and broad-shouldered and dressed all in black, I presume.

The stranger moves closer to me—not uttering a single word—and I can feel myself becoming aroused. His presence sends shivers all through me.

Who is he? Why is he stalking me? How long has he been stalking me? What does he do for a living? My mind swirls with questions.

 I know I should be running away, but I don't. My body simply begs for more. I can feel my desire grow, and I can't help but want to be closer to him, succumb to what he has to offer.

The tension between us is electric, and I sense he feels it too. I know he's not going anywhere. He's here to get what he wants.

 His presence overwhelms me in the darkness, and I have an intense urge to feel closer to him. The intensity of my desire is dizzying. Like he has some special, hidden power over my body.

His intense eyes, gazing from the shadows, have me losing the sense of myself. I want to give myself to him and surrender to his mysterious presence. The desire I feel is so powerful I can't control it.

I'm a married woman, but I can't help my feelings. I want to explore the sensations inside of me that he has provoked. I take a step closer. I'm captivated.

Feeling lost in a trance, I move closer to him and feel his breath on my face. He grabs my hips, and a wave of pleasure washes over me. I can sense the power of his commanding presence, which excites me.

The atmosphere between us crackled with energy, heat from his body, and intensity hung like smoke.

He chuckled darkly as he reached out and grabbed my flank, squeezing my ass roughly as if he was trying to find something to break the tension. I gasp at the sudden sensation, my face burning with embarrassment.

"Well, well, well.", his voice raw and dark," I am impressed how you tricked your husband away."
My cheeks flush in shame, and I sneer," My marriage is none of your business."
My Stalker responds by giving me a hard slap on the ass, the sting resonating through my body. A rush of heat radiating outwards from the spot, a physical reminder of my vulnerability.

 His grip tightens on my soft butt as he leans in and lets out a low laugh.
"I have made your marriage my business. For some, it is a matter of soul, but it has become a cell for you. He isn't your soulmate but your cellmate."

My lips curl up, and wrinkling my forehead, I grimace, "And let me guess. You are here to liberate me from that cell?"

My stalker chuckles, "On the contrary,I intend to become the Jailor of that Cell. This is more fun." the salacious smile on his lips inviting and yet frightening in the dark, and his hand lands a sharp slap on my buttock, the emphatic force between his palm materializing against my ample flesh.

I  gasp, my breath quickens,  the sting radiates through my curves, and I stumble onto his body.
"Owwwww...It hurts ...You know." I groan.

Suddenly my Stalker pulled me closer, aligning my naked body with his clothed one, grabbing my pert derrière.

The swell of my breasts meet his t-shirt, and he utters in a passion," You have no idea how many times I have watched you from afar. My blood dance to your motion every time I see you walk " and eyes my curvy backside from above.



 My eyes widen, recognizing his desire for me in his voice, and my back arches instinctively beneath subtle pressure as my plump, curvaceous bottom is getting squeezed in his firm grasp.

His confession continues," Firm and toned, a work of art. Not a ripple disturbed its perfect symmetry, the two mounds fitting into one another like two puzzle pieces.Oh, how many times I have fantasized about touching your crescent moons!!!"

His finger digs into my round globes. His touch is intoxicating. I feel my passions stir to life.

I closed my eyes and let my body sink into the sensation as my hips gave way to my stalker's hands. My full, round butt felt lush and inviting in his grip, its softness giving way to his gentle caresses. He kneads and squeezes my flesh, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body.



He praises further with lust filled voice," Round and full, with just the right amount of jiggle when You walk. Its curves and edges sing perfection, and its creamy color begged to be stroked and caressed."

My stalker's touch sent a thrill of pleasure through my body as his strong hands massaged my flesh. I feel my cheeks heat up and my pussy quiver, feeling both aroused and foolish from his attention. But his touch was inviting and irresistible.

 His grip is firm yet gentle as he squeezes and caresses my ass. His breath lingers as he draws figures of ardor along my curves. I hold back the moan that wells up within me, not wanting to let go.

He chuckles, "You can moan as much as you want ...Your husband isn't here."
My brows furrowed, "Stop talking about my husband."

"Make me." Saying that, his lips take mine.

I moan instantly against his lips, "mmmmm."

I feel his lips press against mine, hard and needy. His hands clutch at my hips. His tongue slides against mine in a greedy, passion-fueled exchange, the complete darkness of the room enveloping us in a cocoon of sensuality. His every touch is electric, and it sets my skin on fire.


My hands reach up to tangle in his hair, and I can feel the softness of his locks between my fingers. I gasp as he presses closer, a moan escaping my lips as I arch into him, desperate for more.

Our kiss intensifies, my breath catching as I imagine all the naughty things we could do if only there was more light. He seems to sense this as his hands wander lower, eagerly exploring my saturated pussy in a way that arouses me more than words ever could.

I remain in the moment, in his arms, living in the pleasure and passion we create together. Every second is bliss, and I savor it like a sheer indulgence. We remain lost in each other's mouths until nothing else remains but the wet noises of our kiss.

 Suddenly, he lets out a low growl that reverberates through my body, heightening my excitement even further. His hands grip my buttocks tightly as he swats them playfully, sending a tingling sensation through me. My flesh quivers with delight as I give myself completely to the pleasure of the act. 



In the heat of the moment, he lifts me up using my hips, and my legs instinctively circle his waist while my hands garland his neck.
Our Lips stay connected, never parting from each other.

His soft, wet tongue snakes out, finding my most secret places, making me moan breathlessly in response.

I feel so alive at this moment, every nerve in my body begging for more. The scandalous thrill of being with another man while already married thrills me even more.

My husband is none the wiser, I can do whatever I want, and it's incredibly liberating. My head is spinning as I reach out to grab hold of my stalker, not caring if I'm too forward. His touch is like fire, engulfing me in its flames and making me feel so alive.

My body moves and writhes against his, and all I can think about is how bittersweet this moment is. All I can do is succumb to the passion and live in the pleasure we're both experiencing together in the darkness.

He begins to walk while kissing and carrying me.

The unnamed man's strong arms are wrapped tightly around my body, his hands molding my curves and gripping my ass as he strides confidently through the night. I am suspended in the air, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms encircling his neck. His hard chest smashes my opulent tits, and I carouse in the sensation of being so close to him.

The night air is cool against my skin, but his hands are warm as they explore my body. His fingers trail up and down my back, sending a shiver through me, and his thumb rubs ever so gently against my wet pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

Every step he takes is charged with erotic energy, and I press myself closer to him, savoring the sensation of his body against mine. His breathing is heavy and ragged as we walk, and I can feel his heat radiating from his body. I can sense his desire, and it only serves to increase my own.

We make our way through the darkness, the moonlight illuminating our path. Every step brings me closer to him, and the air is heavy with anticipation. It is an erotic journey that I will never forget.

Suddenly, He presses me against the nearby wall and breaks the kiss. Immediately his hands get hold of my aching breasts with a gentle grasp contrasting his masculine strength.

I moan out in the heat, "Oh godddd....ufffff.."

He asks," Where is the key of your main door?"

I mewl, "Why?".

My legs wrapped around his waist, and he is helping me stay lifted against the wall with his pelvic bone.

He doesn't reply.

He is cupping my breasts with his strong hands, his palms slightly rough. I gasp as his fingers stroke around my nipples, teasing them to life. His lips suck along the sides of my breasts, gently yet insistently. As he moves his head up and down, I feel sparks of pleasure course through my body. The sensation is overwhelming but oh-so pleasurable.

His lips close on my nipples, his tongue caressing the tip and sending powerful vibrations through my body. My head falls back, and I can barely stifle the moans that escape from my lips. His hands knead my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they become hard.

My heart races as I feel my Stalker's lips making contact with my breasts. His tongue is soft as it circles around the base of my nipple before latching onto it. I moan as he begins to suck hard. Waves of pleasure ripple through my body as he continues to pleasure me this way.

I moan loudly," Ahhhhhh....it feels so gooood..."

His hair grazes against my fingertips as I gently stroke it.

His hands manage their way to my sides, pulling me closer as he continues to suckle. I feel my breath coming harder and faster as the pleasure intensifies. One of his hands moves up to my other breast, tantalizing it slowly with his fingertips. This movement brings an even stronger wave of pleasure that hits my core.

He pauses, "Where is the key, Trisha."

I don't reply. I know he is plotting something.

He goes back to cradling my breasts.

He continues to please my breasts with his skilled mouth and hands for what feels like an eternity until I can take no more. After several more moments of pleasure and bliss, I am on the verge of screaming his name in ecstasy, and ironically I don't know his name.

He murmur's against my rack hearing my raspy moans, "Do you trust me."

I moan, "Ahhhh....noooo..."

He laughs at my nipples and remarks, "That's a wise answer."

I gasp as my Stalker's lips suck hungrily at my breasts. His tongue circles each tender nipple, teasing and tantalizing. Each gentle tug from his mouth sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His deft fingers explore my sides, tracing each curve as I melt beneath his touch.

My husband is but a distant memory as my Stalker's hands cup and knead my breasts to their perfect shape. He swirls his tongue around, exploring every inch before taking my nipples between his lips and sucking them gently, coaxing out deep moans from my throat.

He asks again, "Where is the Key Beautiful?"

I bite my lips struggling not to answer him.

He is adamant.

He trails languorous kisses down the valley between my breasts, nipping and licking my sensitive skin as he moves lower. His hands never stop caressing, my body electric beneath his passionate embrace.

My mind is on cloud nine as I'm rocked with ecstasy. I can feel my lungs wracking against my ribcage, and for a brief moment, I forget everything else as I debauch in the pleasure of my mystery man pleasing my body.

My nipples have grown tighter under his touch. His hands, large and strong, cup my breasts, plucking and pulling at the sensitive flesh of my nipples. His mouth takes my aroused nipples, his tongue flicking and teasing, coaxing more sensations from within me.

My moans buzz in the air.

I am lost in the wave of pleasure that courses through my body.

My body grows hotter, and my arousal increases with each stroke of his tongue and every tug of his teeth. His strong hands explore me, and his passionate lips drive me to the brink of ecstasy.

The sensations I feel are overwhelming. I need him. I need him inside me.

 I surrender, rubbing my enflamed pussy on his body, and yell, 
"Downstairs, The key ...ahhhhhh."

"Show me." He pulls me up from the wall, and we start walking again. Our eyes have adjusted to the darkness around us.

I felt my heart pounding as my stalker lifted me up, his strong arms supporting my body as he began to walk. I could feel the warmth of his body as my nakedness pressed against his clothed one. I felt a sense of security in his strong arms, holding me close, though a wave of fear ran through me as he began to walk.

'What if you drop me?' I ask fearfully, my voice trembling as I hold on tighter.

He chuckles and looks down at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 'I won't drop you,' he says reassuringly.

The feeling of being naked in another man's arms is exhilarating. His strong hands pressed against my body. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His fingertips rub my dripping pussy, and every time he moves his hands to my ass, I moan in pleasure.

The erotic walk is like a dance, with my body pressed tightly against his. His steps are slow and controlled, creating a tantalizing rhythm. With every movement, his hands are stroking my clit, my pussy lips making me moan, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

He taunts me, "Mmmm You are so wet."

My body floods in shame, and my pussy squeezes out more juices in response.

An uncontrollable heat grew within me, my arousal intensifying with every step. I'm so close to the edge, but I want it to last forever. I want to savor every moment of this exquisite pleasure.


I can feel his every step as my body is rocked back and forth, the sensation of his hands on me intensifying with every movement. His breath against my neck is hot and heavy, and I can feel his arousal pushing against me. I can't help but moan with pleasure as my desire builds with every step.

My body is pressed against his as we walk, his chest ironing my spilling breasts.
 His hand grips my ass cheek firmly while his other hand moves in circles against my wet pussy, keeping me heated. His breathing is heavy, and I can feel his muscles flexing beneath me as he carries me.

Every step he takes sends a wave of pleasure coursing through me, and I can't help but moan in delight. His movements are slow and calculated, and the sensation is so intense that I feel like I'm about to explode. He looks down at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

He knows what he's doing, and I can't help but surrender to the pleasure. With every step we take, I'm filled with an indescribable sensation, and I know I'm going to be left wanting more. Our erotic walk is a tantalizing tease, with my pulsating pussy coating his fingers with my helpless wet desire.

The walk ends all too soon as we reach downstairs. But I know that we'll do this again soon enough. I'm sure of it.

"Where?"He asks.

I stay silent, and he slowly pushes two fingers into my shuddering cavern shattering my world. I moan loudly.




"Where ?"He asks again, rolling his treacherous fingers inside my molten core.

I can't take it anymore. I want him inside me.

I give in to his demand and tell him where the key is.

My stalker puts me down but does not let me go.

He clutches my left tit from behind, and his other hand goes between my legs from the front.

"Guide me, please beautiful." He chuckles, feeling my desperate ass grinding against his snarling cock while his fingers titillate my moist folds, making me moan.
We walk like this until I reach the key and then the door.

He locks the door and puts the key in his pocket.

He could have just latched the door but didn't; instead, he locked it.
I gulp, thinking it through.

My Stalker has locked me inside the house with him and locked my husband out of the house.

Arun does not have a key with him. He left it in the bedroom.

He explains in a mocking tone, "For your safety, Beautiful. Afterall you are being stalked and you need to keep your door locked. Your ...husband.. will understand."

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 16.1                   
 

                                                                              THE LIGHTBRINGER

Suddenly Trisha becomes flirty.

She comes closer, Her hands clutching the sides of my t-shirt and her voice husky," My husband will come here anytime soon. Let's..get comfy."

I know what her intentions are. She wants a quick bang with a complete stranger. She wants to soak my long-built lust for her to feel alive in her mundane life and get over it.

She wants a sneaky fuck before her husband comes and gets rid of me.I will remain as some minutes of enflamed memory for her.

Understandable from her perspective. She is married and just wants some forbidden sparks in her life before continuing her planned life in our gated community.

But I am in for the long haul. I refuse to become just a memory of steamy quick sex.

She is rubbing her body onto mine like a kitten; her hands have traveled under my t-shirt, and in a hurry, she helps me to get rid of my t-shirt.

She says in a pouty voice, "Promise me you will give me the key when my husband returns." She is hovering over me.


My hand crawls up to one of her tits, greedily taking in every inch of her exposed mammary glands. I can barely contain the anticipation bubbling in my veins.

"Of course if you light a candle for me." I smirk.

She ignores me and plants kisses on my wrist with hushed moans.

"Light a candle, "I say gruffly. My voice is low and ominous in the dark room.

She shivers under my gaze and a slight blush blooms on her cheeks. I can tell she's both scared and aroused.

'Why?' she whispers, our bodies still adjoined.

'Because I want to see you,' I reply. 'I want to see every part of you."

The sultry beauty looked me in the eye, her face filled with distrust. 'Who are you?'

I grin, revealing my teeth, "That's a story I can tell you another time. For now, tell me do you have candles?"

Trisha shifts uncomfortably, retrieving her hands from my body and pulling her arms around herself," Yes small Diwali candles. But..."

I interrupt her holding the side of her mouth with my fingers, forming a nice pout with pressure. 

I rub my thumb on her trembling lower lip and command her, "Find it for me then,Beautiful. I want to see your face when I make you explode."

She shivers.

In a shaky voice, she obliges," ok.", giving me distrustful side eyes. Her gaze lingers and penetrates, gauging my intentions in the dark before she finally takes her stroll.


Her graceful figure glided, free from any flaws of clothing and fabric, through the drawing room, her soft curves illuminated by the soft light of the moonlight beaming in from the window. 

She walked slowly, her feet barely making contact with the floor, as if she was dancing, wearing nothing except her own skin. Her naked figure was the picture of freedom, and her limber strides spoke to a heart unencumbered by the world in the ethereal moonlight.

Occasionally she stops in front of the windows to view the moon or to let go of all her worries. I don't know.




Trisha moved gracefully, her body undulating with each step as if mesmerized by an invisible force. Her curves curved and swirled, her breasts heaving as if aroused by her own presence. Her flawless form was an absolute vision of eroticism, and the figure watching felt me grow aroused as I took in her every detail moonlight revealed.

Despite the stillness of the night, I felt alive and energized. The moonlight shone softly against her curves and traced down her pale skin, accentuating her sensual movements.

Like a ghost, I shadow her from a distance.

Trisha stops in front of a wall of furniture. She opens a cupboard.

She probably does not know how inviting she is, and that just makes her all the more irresistible to me.

I can't help teasing her, snickering with delight, "I've got a nice view."

She freezes, her body tightens, but she doesn't move. I can hear her gentle breathing, the only sound in the room.

She throws judging at me," Is this how you followed me ?" and goes back to searching.


I don't answer but drink her naked glory. She does not find any candle there and moves to another cupboard.
She bends, slanting her upper torso.

The way she's positioned gives me a full view of her, her back curving slightly, her naked form a work of art that my eyes can't help but linger over. I admire how her thick thighs spread out beneath her and her perky, plump ass cheeks peeking out from between them.


"I love the way you look when you're like this," I say, my voice low and husky. "You know I love watching you."


She looks back at me over her shoulders and feigns a scolding," You are lecherous."

"One of the perks of being me." I laugh heartily.


I can't help but ogle her perfectly shaped body as she bends down. She holds perfectly still, her skin glowing against the dark backdrop of the room. She looks so vulnerable, so beautiful, and I am overwhelmed by the need to take her in my arms and ravish her.

Trisha does not find the candle there as well. She tries a different shelf. A bottom shelf.

I can barely contain myself. In all her naked glory, my muse squats down in the moonlit dark room, attempting to find a candle. Her curves call out to me, just begging to be caressed in my greedy hands.

Her bubbly ass is bouncing and swaying as she moves. From behind, I  hungrily watch, heat rising in my loins as I take in her naked body.

"What are you doing? Squatting around, trying to find something?", I drawl, my voice thick and lewd. I can't help it. "Looks to me like you're trying to turn me on, and it's working," I tease her mercilessly, painting vivid images in her mind that leave her flushed and desperate for my touch.

Trisha giggles nervously, "You know what I am doing." She sounds shy,"I am searching your candle silly."

She looks incredible, her back arching as she squats. A perverse pleasure coursed through me at the sight. My gaze travels slowly over her curves, lingering on the swell of her hips and the sway of her breasts. I can hardly believe she's been with me like this and so deliciously delicate.

She leans forward.

The married woman flushes in embarrassment and squirms, fully aware that I am watching. 

I drink her in, noting the tight curves of her ass, the glistening wetness of her aroused pussy, and the sweet pink blush on her skin. Desire coils tight in my belly.
 I can't help but admire her aroused pussy, glistening and inviting between her trembling thighs.

"Look at you, "I growl, a suggestive grin tugging at my lips. 

"Your round ass so high in the air, your hair just brushing against your back. You are such a naughty little thing, looking for trouble down there, aren't you?" My words become vulgar, and My voice is a low moan of desire.

I rub my hard dick over my jeans and take out my phone. I need to see her more clearly.

Pointing my phone at her, I turn on the flashlight.

I am mesmerized. 

Her breasts rise and fall with every excited breath, and her nipples, already hardened, seem to pulse with anticipation.

Her folds of creamy flesh beckoned; her arousal felt and seen as her voluptuous pussy opened in invitation. Her labia hung damp and swollen, droplets of wetness dripping from her clitoris, which twitched and throbbed in anticipation.

Her tight anal star lay atop the small triangle of hair just above her slit, with her sphincter puckering and relaxing rhythmically. The skin around it is a darker hue than that of her body, inviting and welcoming.

"No..Turn off your phone. No phone." her panic-stricken voice took me back to my senses.

"Are you recording me?" She sounds distraught, betrayed, her face marred with surprise and fear.

"No,no.." I bemoan and immediately turn off my flashlight.

shitttt!!!

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[NightOwl]

UPDATE 16.2


                                                                                           THE LIGHTBRINGER


The married woman in front of me instantly straightens her back; she is still squatting, her eyes widening, "What do you think you're doing?' she demands, her voice quivering slightly as she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do you realize I'm not single? And yet you started taking my Photo?"


"I was not taking anything. I just wanted to see more of you under the flashlight." I found my voice calm.

"You are lying. You are......" Trisha throws dozens of obscenities towards me.

I chuckle and step closer, "Is that any way to speak to a man who wishes to make your dreams come true?"

Trisha eyed me suspiciously, "Really? And how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won't just take what you want and betray me?"

I laugh softly and shake my head, "I can give you assurances, but I have nothing else to back it up. I believe in enjoying life's simple pleasures. And right now, your pleasure is my pleasure."

Trisha pauses, struggling with her decision. Clearly, She wants it, but she is scared. She wants to feel alive, but she is too scared to take that risk.
 "I can't do this,' she finally said, her voice trembling.

So she was finding an excuse to back away from this secret meet-up. She grabbed the first opportunity she got-the flashlight.

"Then don't choose to," I say in a gentle voice, sauntering up behind her and trying not to irk her," Choose to make your own decision and do something that makes you happy. Or leave it up to me."

Trisha stays silent.

I kneel behind her, my outstretched arms finding her curves companionably. She shivers but doesn't stop me.

My hands slide up her sides, and their warmth raises goosebumps along her skin. I lean in, and my lips find the nape of her neck, my kisses soft and teasing as I move gradually down to her shoulder. She moans softly, and I pull her curves closer, feeling my warmth fully as she begins to relax against me.

My hand caressing her right side continues to move around and latches onto her breast, circling my finger around the nipple teasingly as my other hand comes up to do the same on the left. She gasps at the shock of pleasure, and I murmur in her ear and tell her half-truth, "I'm here to make you feel pleasure, Beautiful. Everything else is up to you."

I have bigger ambitions regarding her.

She murmurs back, "I still don't trust you."

I swirl my thumbs teasingly around her nipples, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her lips. My warm breath tickles her neck as my lips brush it softly, tracing kisses up to her ear lobe as I whisper, "I love it when you let yourself go," gently tugging her earlobe between my teeth.


My fingers play with her breasts, caressing those; my hands move in circles, alternately light, then firm, then light again. My fingers dance over the delicate,  exposed flesh, teasing and tantalizing her, making her squirm and moan softly. She can't help but become aroused by my gentle and knowing touch.

"Trust your pleasure." I mutter

My lips caress the curve of her neck, slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses that make her shudder in delight, and a watercolor-like trail down her shoulders leaves her quivering in anticipation.

I nibble on her shoulder before trailing my lips to her collarbone and tracing soft circles. My hands wander over her breasts, cupping and teasing her with gentle, seductive touches.

Trisha's agape mouth is sucking air.

Feeling bold, I whisper flirtatious words in her ear,"' Shall I continue?" I tease, my lips nuzzling her ear, "Or are you too hot to handle?"

I don't wait for her answer; my one hand drifts seductively down her abdomen and, scrapping her inner thigh, disappears between her legs, rubbing its way around her wet pussy. I press a thumb against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her. I still feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can smell a sweet aroma coming from her juicy pussy.

"You definitely are too hot to handle." I tease her for her wetness.

She lets out a shy laugh along with a delightful moan.


My other hand keeps her somersaulting nipples busy, my fingers delicately pinching her hardened peaks. 
As Trisha's moan increase in intensity while teasing her  slippery slit, I whisper, "'I can't wait to do this with you all night,' and 'Let's see what else you have to offer."
She hastily groans, "Not all night..my husband...ahhhhh...will come."

There it is. Her plan is to have sex and be done with me.I don't pursue that line of conversation.



"Your pussy smells divine." I chuckle flirtatiously, pressing my thumb against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her. I still feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can smell a sweet aroma coming from her juicy pussy.

"Oh, you are sleazy..ahhhh." She moans and slaps my thigh in response to my vulgar teasing.

I let my nostrils flare and loudly take in the stimulating aroma of her pussy juice from the air while rubbing her clit in circular motions. She shivers in pleasure as my wild touch sends streams of pleasure throughout her body and giggles," Shut yoour filthy mouthh...ufff..."

"Let's find the candle, beautiful. Let's find it together." I goad her.


She answers, slipping into a trance-like state, "Yessss."

She obliges. She leans forward and searches for the candle, but I never leave her body. I am keeping her body galvanized against mine, and my fingers work inside her wet folds around her hardened pebbles, crowning her swelled tits.

Her hips rocked on my pelvis until She found the candle.

"Found it." She is huffing.

I leave her body and quickly get out of my pants.

"Let's light it up," I say huskily, kneeling beside her.

She gasps, staring at my hardened manhood.

I watch her, transfixed, as Trisha lights up the candle, its dim light illuminating her beautiful body. I can see the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the silhouette of her delicate collarbones. My eyes travel down her body, over the gentle arch of her belly and the shadows of her thighs.


"You are so beautiful," I murmur in awe, my voice barely a whisper.

She turns to me, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. 'Do you really think so?' she asks, her voice flirtatious; she has certainly sensed the amazement in my voice.
The contrast between her soft, supple skin and the mocha color of her nipples is breathtaking. Her breasts rise and fall with every excited breath, and her nipples, already hardened, seem to pulse with anticipation.

Her two breasts stood out in a haunting silhouette against the dancing candlelight. They were firm and round, with dusky nipples that seemed to darken in the candle's glow. Her breasts, Full and voluptuous, they curved to a pointed peak, seeming to defy all perception of gravity, rising vulnerably towards the ceiling. Her areolas were the color of cocoa dust, darkly flecked against the softness of her fair skin.

Her light, creamy-skinned tits glowed in the candlelight, like honey in a jar as it's stirred. Her breasts seemed to be calling out for someone's touch –my touch, rising pertly from her chest; they were smooth and supple. The nipples seemed to swell with desire, begging for someone's attention-my attention. The curves of her breasts were like two pieces of fine silk melting into her chest.

The thin layer of tiny freckles scattered along the upper swell of her breasts softened and blurred in the candle's gentle glow, adding to the already erotic sight. With each breath, her breasts seemed to move ever so slightly, like an ocean wave lapping at the shore. The curious mixture of pleasure and anticipation in her eyes revealed an eagerness for pleasure.

Her breasts have a graceful upturn at the top, reminiscent of the curvature of a musical note on a sheet of paper. The warmth of the flickering golden flame seemed to light up her skin and give her breasts a glimmering radiance that was something between a bronze sheen and a pink blush. Her nipples were puckered into tight little knots of arousal, teasingly beckoning to the touch. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath that she took, each inhalation seeming to refill her figure with a newfound energy that left her eyes glowing lustfully.

My focus, however, shifted to her most intimate areas. Between her thigh gap from her neatly trimmed bush, there's the promise of passion. Her dark mound glistens with arousal, her aroused lips slightly parted as though inviting a touch or an invitation for more. It was from her pussy that the most irresistible fragrance drifted to my nose, a sweet and musky aroma that promised untold delights. 

The dancing flicker of flame casts a dim, romantic glow over the married woman's body, her wheatish skin warm and inviting to my eager eyes. Her curves remain hidden in the shadows, but I can see her perfect pose as she stands before the candle, her arms twirling gracefully in the air, her back arched with an alluring sensuality.

"My, what a beautiful sight it is here in the flickering light…" is the first clear words thing I can't help but say.

Trisha turns her head, her lips curling in a sweeter smile, her eyes twinkling with a spark of recognition. "Why thank you, kind sir," she replies with a playfully flirtatious tone.

"It's my pleasure." I step closer and take in the warmth of her figure, my gaze traveling the length of her body, savoring every contour of her tantalizing physique. I can feel my desire growing with each step I take, and I take a deep breath to steady myself.


"The light makes your body look like it's glowing," I continue, my gaze glued to her sensuous figure.

She laughs lightly, eyes twinkling in the candle's flame," And what about your body? Do you think I think it looks good?"

I chuckle, heat rising to my cheeks, and self-awareness creeps me," I am just an admirer of yours."

She takes a step closer to me, leaving the candle on a slab, and I can feel the warmth radiating from her curves. She reaches out one hand and trails her fingertips over my chest softly, letting out a lovely little sigh as she does.

" As a consolation, the candlelight does make you more mysterious, my mysterious Stalker," she whispers, her eyes dusky with desire. Her eyes drop to check out my jutted manhood for a few seconds, then those bore into mine with a sheen of craving.

My heart flutters despite myself, and I can feel my desire for her coiling up inside me like a spring. 
I take a step forward until our bodies are almost touching.

 I brush a lock of hair from her face and whisper, "It's not just the light. You have that effect on me that no amount of candlelight could ever manage to do."
We embrace each other in passion and turn it into a kiss.

"What's that? Do you hear it?" Trisha suddenly recoils; a ghastly look clouds her face, and she turns her head to look behind, staying close to my body.

"You are so jumpy. I did not hear anything." I try to calm her.


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[NightOwl]

UPDATE 17    

                                                                            The Stalker


Trisha rushes to the window to check. I urged her to stay, but she did not listen.

I come after her. She is leaning against the wall, peeking through the curtain staying hidden.

My hands clasp around her naked body, and my breath tickles the back of her neck. I press my body against hers, both of us shaking from the thrill of the stolen moment.

"It's just the wind," I whisper.

The woman in my arms shakes her head. 

"No, I heard something. I think it's him," she shares her suspicions in a hushed tone, her voice laced with fear.

"Who? I am your Stalker." I chuckle, kissing her spine.

Trisha groans, "Not you, My husband. Arun ."

I can feel her trying to pull away, but my body presses her firmly against the wall. I stroke her hair, trying to soothe her, my voice low and calming.

"Nobody knows we're here," I say softly, my lips brushing against her ear. "We're safe."

She stops struggling, her body softening against mine as my words register in her mind. She takes a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing.

I take this opportunity to trace my hands down her body, kneading her curves and haunches as I go. I can feel her quickening breaths, her body responding to my touch.

"See,' I murmur, my voice a low growl, "No need to be scared."

She lets out a quiet moan as I turn her around, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I press her against the wall, desire rising in my chest as I gaze into her deep, lovely eyes.

Her eyes fluttered shut as my hands grazed her skin, her lips parted in pleasure. I lean in to kiss her, our tongues wrestling as the passion between us intensifies.

The sound of a rustling branch outside the window distracts us momentarily.

"You should go," she hurries me and turn around to investigate the sound again.

I am very certain it is just mother nature doing her things outside.

"Just a bit longer," I plead, my lips gliding along her shoulder," Let's not waste this moment worrying about the outside world. We can make all our worries fade away for now. It is just the wind, Beautiful."

Trisha's expression turns sour. "That's not true. Arun is here," she insists. "I just don't want him to find out about us. He can't know about this. Go, please.''

Now she is getting on my nerves. I have been patient with her.

*Yeah, right!!! No sound of your creeky maingate.No shouting of your name.No, knocking on your main door. Your husband magically just decides to enter your house like a thief and spy on you. Gimme a break !!! You just want to get rid of me* I think in my mind but don't say my thoughts out loud.

The married woman stands before the window, her husband nowhere in sight. I casually wrap my hand around her waist and pull her back against my firm body, a cocky smirk on my face.

I position myself and aim for the right spot.

Just before I make my move, I whisper into her ear, "You know what I'm going to do?"

I attack her soundlessly before she can turn around or give any response.

My hips thrust forward, and the tip of my cock brushes against her wet pussy. With barely even a pause, I begin to move the tip in slow, teasing circles around her slit, coating my cockhead with the juices from her vulva.

She gasps, and he feels her body tense with pleasure. She does not stop me. She stops breathing, one hand reaching up to press against the window, waiting for what I will do next.

Slowly, I slide the head of my cock between her legs, pressing against her slick, wet entrance. She gasps, her head dropping back onto my shoulder.

"Ahhhh...."She let out a shrill cry of carnal joy.

She shivers in response, and I take this as my cue, pushing the tip of my cock teasingly against her wet pussy. I can feel her quivering beneath me, and I lean in, my lips close to her ear.

I circle my hips and press the thick head of my cock into her wet pussy. She's tight, like a velvet glove around me.

Just as I thought, no Husband. She made it up; otherwise, she wouldn't be letting me do this in front of the window.

 I murmur in her ear, "How does that feel? This is just the tip. Can you imagine how amazing it could be if I pushed in further?"

"Ohhh," she moans, her body shaking against mine.

"Let's play a little," I suggest, and I retrieve my cockhead only to thrust it again inside her dripping slit. Just my bulbous cockhead, nothing more.

My hands move up, and I gently massage her nipples. I know it's getting her hot. I move my hips slowly and let the tip of my cockhead tease the entrance of her pussy for a few seconds before retreating.

She shivers, her breath coming ragged.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to put it all the way in." I whisper in her ear.

I continue this tantalizing game of tease and pleasure, with my cock grinding against her clitoris, then hovering at the entrance of her pussy before pushing in again. With each push and pull of the head of my cock, I can feel her body shaking more and more.


"Oh my God" she says shakily, her voice full of pleasure.

"Ahhh,' I groan, rocking my hips against hers. She moans, pushing her hips back to meet me. I don't give her what she wants. I tease her, rocking back and forth, pushing my cockhead inside her quivering drenched slit slowly and then pulling out.

I can feel her arousal building up, and I can sense her desperation to be filled with me. For now, though, I continue my teasing, pushing in a tiny bit deeper each time and holding in the same spot until she can't resist the pleasure anymore.

"Ohhh, This is too much teasing..mmmphh" she moans, her body shaking against mine.

"Just a little more," I whisper teasingly, pushing deeper in before pulling back again.

I know I'm driving her crazy, and I can feel her ready to burst. But I want to keep her on the edge.

"Now tell me, Beautiful. Was there ever any suspecting husband lurking in the bush, or you just made it up?" I enquire, pinching her nipples.

She holds onto the window, her knuckles white with the effort of restraining herself from confessing while she desperately wiggles her ass to get the full length of my cock. Her lips pressed together; her face crunched in arousal.

"Do you like the way I'm teasing you? Do you want more?" I rub my dick on her pulsating clit. 

She responds only with a moan of pleasure, and I smirk while allowing my cockhead in her weeping core again. I keep the tip of my cock inside her, but I don't go any deeper. I move in small circles, the sensation so tantalizing that she gasps with pleasure.

I start to whisper to her as she writhes beneath me, my lips glued to her ear, "If you want more, then answer me truthfully, beautiful. Did you make that excuse of husband?" I pull out.

Next second I lightly slip the tip of my cock inside her wet pussy, teasing her with my engorged head. She gasps slightly, biting her lip to stifle her moan. I laugh as I nuzzle into her neck, feeling the pounding of her heart against my chest. Then I withdraw my cockhead again.

She bleats,"Yes, yes, I made it up...I am  sorrryy..alright."

I start to move my hips ever so slightly, penetrating her gasping womanhood with just my cockhead. 

I whisper, "Does that feel good?". She shakes her head affirmatively; her eyes closed in pleasure, head drooped on my shoulder.

"Why you made it up?"I ask and withdraw.

She bites her lip and doesn't answer.

I use my cockhead as a truthseeker ,pushing against her contracting walls, my hardness taking her closer to the edge. My voice low and husky, I say, "We can play this game as long as we want beautiful, but why suffer?"

She lets out a deep sigh in response, her body starting to quiver with pleasure. I pull out and slide back in, teasing her in a slow and steady fashion.

I can feel her entire body trembling as I penetrate her. I lean in close to her ear and murmur, "It feels so good just teasing you like this. Do you want more?"

"Yes, pleaseeeee"She wheezes.

"Then answer."I  keep my cockhead in her clenching slit and ever so gently roll it inside,"Mmmm look at how this naughty pussy is biting me."

"Cause you were not going to leave tonight...oh god, please let me have it", She sobs in desperation.

I grab her hips in my hands, pinning her against me. I maintain my steady rhythm, pushing just the tip of my cock inside her with each stroke and denying her greedy hole my presence in the next moment. She can barely keep herself standing, her body trembling as her orgasmic energy builds.

I am surprised by her findings, though, and curious.

"Ok. I admit. I never planned to leave, but what gave it away? How did you know?" I ask, keeping her desperate.

She doesn't hesitate to answer this time, pushing herself closer against me in response, "Ahhh, your clothes...scattered all over ....ufff...as if you did not care about my husband finding out...ooofffff...yet you refuse to even give me your name."

I chuckle in admiration, "Clever woman. How can someone so cautious behave so clumsily? Gotcha !! I underestimated you, Beautiful."

I withdraw my cock but keep it hard and ready to pounce on her pussy anytime.

"Please..." She squirms against my body.

I tease her with only my cock head; her body hums with desire for more. My smile is wicked as I watch her body quiver in want and anticipation.

"Do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to fuck you with just my cockhead?" I ask as I slide my shaft in and out in agonizingly slow motions.

The married woman is unable to contain her pleasure any longer and gives in to me,her Stalker, begging me to continue.

"Yes, oh god, please just do it already," she begs.

"Marriage has become that boring, huh, that a dickhead is sufficient for this....itchy hole?" I taunt her mercilessly, being a dickhead.

Hearing that, her face glowed in deep shame, but She could only nod in pleasure as I continued my slow thrusts. 

My rocking motions and gentle movements soon turn into more passionate ones as my cockhead glides in and out of her wet folds. The intimate pleasure radiates throughout, and she looks me in the eyes with a look of pure desire.

I smile slyly and press the hard tip of my cock harder against her aroused pussy.

"Do you want more?" I ask with a smirk; my hand squashes one of her undulating breasts.

"Yessssss...." She purrs.

I knew the answer as soon as she sank further back into my embrace around her heaving tits, inviting me to keep going.

I take her pleasure to the next level as my thrusts become faster and more profound. But only the DICKHEAD. Not an inch more. My cockhead slides in and out of her wetness, sending pleasurable waves from her clit to her core.

I start to whisper to her as she writhes beneath me, my lips glued to her ear.

"Do you like feeling my cock against your wetness? I can sense how much you want more, but I'm not going to give it to you yet. I'm going to make you beg for me again."

My movements become quicker and more frantic, and I can feel her body shaking with pleasure. I bite down on her earlobe, and she cries out, her hands gripping the windowsill tightly.

"Please...let me have it,' she says in a ragged whisper."Let me have you inside me...'

I chuckle, my lips ghosting over her neck, "Oh no, not yet. I'm going to keep teasing you until you can't take it anymore."

I continue to move the tip of my cock in and out of her, and I can feel her arousal rising even higher. The pleasure is almost unbearable for both of us, and I can sense her body reaching its breaking point.

"Please,' Trisha begs, sobbing, "I need it. I need you."

I still don't budge.

I murmur in her ear, "How does that feel? Oh listen to that lewd sound your pussy is making. "

I continue to tease her with just the tip of my cock, taking pleasure in the way she responds, the quiver that passes through her body, the ever-intensifying pleasure.

"What do you want me to do with you?" I coo, my voice is heavy with desire and promise.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me...fuck me, please," Trisha's voice trembles as she does her best to keep quiet. Her face is flushed as I suddenly stop, her pleasure fading away as quickly as it came.

"Oh, this is what you want, isn't it?" I bare my teeth as bare as she is now, gently pushing my hips forward, pushing the tip of his cock inside her. With each thrust, I make her churn out more liquid desire, enjoying the tightness of her pussy, pushing her to the brink of her pleasure.

Trisha is moaning, begging, writhing against my body, begging me to make her come with each passing thrust.

I withdraw and pause.

"You know what is expected of you," I tease her, "Your husband is just the same boring guy who sleeps beside you every day. You can taste this pleasure fully if you submit to me."
Her pussy squeezes me hard .

"You like the sound of that, don't you?" I whisper in her ear, my tongue sliding along her neck, my fingers twisting and pulling her aroused nipples, making her welp, 'You want more, don't you?" I jeer.

With a sudden slam, I put my cockhead back into her mushy ravine resting inside her walls. Trisha gasps, her body trembling from the sudden pleasure.
"All you have to do as I ask of you, and you can have as much as of my hard magic wand as you want." I chuckle.
The words are laced with a dark promise that only I can fulfill. She trembles in anticipation as I increase the pace of my dickhead's thrusts, not releasing her from her half-lidded trance until her orgasm is within reach. My hands grasp her hips as she surrenders to my touch, crying out showering my cockhead with her arousal.

Not once did I force her with my entire length, only teasing her with the head of my cock. I take her to the edge of bliss time and time again but pull back before allowing her to reach total satisfaction.

Trisha breaks, howling, "Oh gawwwddd   yes yess I will do whatever you want...please fuck me properly."

I stop and grin, "Let's talk then, Beautiful. Let's hear out my plan of how to keep your husband out of this house all night long and what necessary responsibilities you need to carry out to help me achieve that feat."

I slap her juicy ass in delight. Her moan echoes the empty house. Before she could recover I reward her with another smack and then another.


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[NightOwl]

UPDATE 18


                                                                       The Stalker

I grab Trisha by her hand, soothing her punished bottom, which is glowing with the pink hue of my handiwork, and guide her to the couch nearby.


Her body collapses on the couch, her bubbly bottom disrupts the pattern of the leather seat, and under pressure, a sheet of paper reveals itself beneath the sofa cushion and its structure.

Out of curiosity, I pull the paper out.

A wicked smile sprawl across my face. It is the letter I sent her with my parcel. Evidently, she hid it there.

Trisha is sitting with her thighs crossed, and she, too, recognizes the paper. How could she not? It is from today's morning only.

"Well, well, look at how the thirsty wife craftily hid the evidence of her secrets from her husband." I mock her.

She blush vividly in candlelight.

"You got some kind of Fetish regarding married wives, creep?" She is angry and frustrated for not getting my dick.

 I don't answer her.

"Why are you sitting with your legs closed like a proper lady?" I tease her, grinning.

Her body flushes with new waves of blood, and she uncomfortably shifts her ass in her seat.

"You know what surprises me the most? The way you are wasting time." Her eyes blaze, the flicker of candlelight dancing in her pupils.

"It is not a waste when the company is as beautiful as you are...and so damn eager." I am standing in front of her, and I can't help but rub my cock as my eyes linger on luscious curves.

"No..You are stalling. Either you are too foolish or too sure." She squints her eyes, "Why has my husband not home yet? What did you do to him?"

Her voice worried.

I chuckle, "I was here the whole time, Beautiful. How can I do something to your husband?"

"Don't lie." Her face hardens. She is serious and not playing.

Everything is happening here because she is allowing it to happen. She can just scream anytime she wants and brand me as an intruder.

No matter how many pics, videos, or recorded confessions I take, I will not stand against the cries of a weeping vulnerable woman. Every piece of evidence I will try to produce would be considered taken under coercion by a Stalker, a sex-crazed violent intruder.

She knows it. At least something along the line. She knows she is holding many cards here.

So answer her truthfully.

"The milk." I lick my lips, staring at her swelled-up round tits,' Not you mocha and latte."

"Errmmmm." She tries to maintain a stern face, but her red cheeks give away her embarrassment," What Milk?"

"You ask your husband to bring two packets of milk. I gave you the idea, remember? For a fact, I know no shops around here are selling milk packets today. The Delivery trucks, unfortunately, collided on the highway. I know this cause I faced the same problem while buying milk today. I had to travel quite a distance to procure mine. I almost missed our car appointment." 

"You sneaky bastard" Trisha's eyes widen, and she throws a throw pillow from the couch at me.

I catch it laughing, "Hey, I had to suffer the way your dear husband is suffering now. Seems like men in your life ...."

She chimes in and anxiously remarks, "You are just lucky with the milk."

"Not really. I could have just made you send your husband a long grocery list or make you ask him to buy a pressure regulator for your cooker...whatever... something that he could not get from the shops here."

"You think you could just make me do things?" She scowls at me, eyes twinkling. 

A dark snicker conquers my face," Oh, I need to."

 I crush the letter in my fist," I need to. Cause you are an amateur at this. What would have happened if your husband found out about this letter instead of me, Beautiful? That's why I need to train you in order to give you uninterrupted pleasure and Training lesson 101 - Why are you sitting with your legs closed, like a good wifey in front of a Stranger?"

Trisha's cheeks flush scarlet.

"You don't like dirty talking?" I ask, eyeing her curves hungrily.

She clears her throat," No, I don't. Ask me properly."

I smiled, sauntering closer to her. 

"Now, now," I say, my voice thick and deep with desire, "Why don't you let me see what's between those legs?"

She smiles wickedly, smirking,"' What do I get in return?" She replies, her voice smooth and seductive; her eyes ogling my throbbing manhood.

"You'll see," I answered playfully.

She licks her lips again, eyeing my cock, "You know what I want."

"Don't be so uptight, Beautiful. Come now, spread your legs, and let me see what you're hiding, "I urge.

"Please don't make me wait any longer." She sheds her veneer of control and begs, "Promise me. Please. You have been teasing me for so long now."
Her face looks lovable and vulnerable now, eyes pleading.


I leaned in close and my fingers along her thigh. 

"We shall see"  I make no promise and firmly asks her, "Spread your legs for me. Let me see how wet your pussy is.'

Trisha opened her mouth to protest but hesitated to say Anything, staring at me with a flustered face as if she was under a temptation that she could not ignore.

Slowly, she uncrosses her legs, revealing the wetness between them. She blushed and looked away, embarrassed by the exposed secret.

I chuckle, "I knew you would look amazing," I say, admiration dripping from my voice. "Open your legs even more and show me more of your  pussy."
Her blush deepen. Her expression is full of shame and desire. 

Finally, she complies. She opens her legs wider, revealing her glistening secret. She looked away, unable to face my gaze.

"I thought you didn't like dirty words." I tease her, gazing at her pussy.

Her pussy is an unblemished expanse of smoothness, damp and slippery. The slickness of her skin and the swell of her passionate heat make it seem as if the air around her is almost electrified. Her aroused pussy begged to be touched. I feel pity for her; she really does need a good fuck right now.

Its folds glisten with moisture as if just touched by a gentle caress. The deep pink hue of her inner labia shined like a jewel, highlighting the outer petals and the darker inner ones that encircled her clitoris. Her tight entrance pulsed, ready for deep exploration if anyone were brave enough to take the plunge.

With each breath, she seemed to become increasingly aroused, her pussy swelling and contracting upon her with each motion in front of my eyes. A thin hint of translucent fluid trickled along her crevice, a glossy coat that looked almost like a dewy morning. 


I tease her, my gaze lingering on her wet pussy. 

"It smells delicious," I remark, my voice dripping with lust. I move closer, my nose almost touching her centre.

Trisha squirms uncomfortably, her eyes shut; she is trembling in anticipation. My breath is hot on her vibrating mound.
I swivel my nose, inhaling deeply,"Mmm...damnn, you smell good," I announce smugly.

Trisha's cheeks blazed with embarrassment. Under my gaze, her pussy throbbing, her desire intensifying as I teasingly inhale her arousal.

"Look at you," My voice taunts her further, "You want to be fucked, don't you? I can tell by the way your body's shaking.mmmm... look how your pussy is clenching."

Trisha let out a whimper in the heat of the moment, biting her lips; she was too ashamed to respond, her embarrassment mounting by the second. Her desire is exposed right in front of me, and I can sense her shame, making her heart race.

I leer at her, enjoying her discomfort. My eyes flicker with pleasure as I revel in her helplessness. 

"Your pussy smells so sweet,' I murmur, continuously reminding her how wet she is for me, inhaling her arousal once more.

The married woman's body trembles, her embarrassment deepening with each breath she takes, and her skin vibrates every shade of chromatic red in shame. She has closed her eyes so tightly that I imagine that she wishes to disappear right now.

"So," I murmur, closing my eyes as I deeply inhales her arousal, "this is the smell of a married woman."

"Oh god." She squeals in erotic humiliation hearing that, and her pussy oozes out fresh nectar in front of me.

I smile silently. I am pleased with her reactions.



"The scent of desire, tinged with innocence, "I continue, a grin playing on my lips, "like a warm, wet peach, ripe and juicy." My eyes slowly open and roam leisurely over her body as I take in her scent loudly.

Trisha curls her legs inward; her hands balled into fists on her lap. Despite her embarrassed appearance, I continue to sniff her arousal, enjoying every second of her humiliation, and the best thing is that she is getting excited by it, her pussy gushing.

I keep inhaling the aroma of her wet pussy, knowing it excites her and embarrasses her simultaneously. Her engorged cit beats rhythmically.

"Ah, I don't think I need to tell you what I'm smelling,'' I say in a commanding yet smooth voice, my smug grin widening.

" The fragrance of your wet pussy has filled this room.'' I take a deep breath, savouring the scent."It smells like a mix of honey and cinnamon, sweet and warm.''

Trisha starts laughing, her body jerks, "Now you are straight making shit up..*giggles*."

"You want to know the truth?" My voice chilly, "It's almost like a reminder of what innocence once tasted like. Something which is no longer innocent. Obscene."
She halts her laughter, and once again, rosiness mounts her cheekbones.

I am still not touching her pussy, but now we are barely inches apart. My gaze travels up and down her body, taking in her aroused form.

"Your married pussy," my voice thick with desire, "is like a beautiful cave of secrets only I can explore."

I begin to tell her my plans.

"Absolutely not." 

That was her initial response.

"You are crazy." She said

I was persistent, though. 

I take my time, teasing her in ways she could never imagine. My fingers swirl around her nipples, eliciting cries of pleasure from her. I toy with her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She whimpers and begs for more. I'm not content with stopping there. My tongue soon joins the party, licking and lapping at her wet pussy until she is shaking and moaning in pleasure. 

I insist to her again," That is the best plan, Beautiful. Join me."

She refuses,"It is an absurd plan, and what do you think I am!!!?" 

I slide my fingers into her core, teasing her mercilessly. Her heat beneath me ignites a desire for more. I start to lick her from down below, exciting her further. Her wetness is a reward for my efforts. She can't contain herself, her body trembling with heat. Loving this game; I keep going up slowly. My tongue and fingers work with ease, her mobility begging for release, but I have no intention of giving her the satisfaction just yet.

My fingers eased into her pussy, filling her.Her pussy pulsing around me, dripping, making her swell, making her moan.Her eyes are shut; she is sighing with the rising heat, desperate for a release.

 I tease her verbally, mocking her arousal. My words whisper filth, and she hungers for more, my tones and auras driving her insane. I start to toy with her clit, making her moan louder and longer while I mock her arousal the more wet she becomes. I continue using my tongue in secret, keeping her guessing what I am doing. 

I use her vulnerability to draw out her innermost intimate secrets. My fingers grip her tight as I play with her slippery lips, driving her wild with desire. She begs me to let her orgasm, but I am fond of torturing her vulva. I use my lips upon her threads of silk, making her body scream.

 My words keep provoking her, making her beg me to let her cum, but it is all in vain. I keep her aroused and submissive as I near her asshole, my breathing and wetness upon her skin making her quiver. I move my hands around her opening, making her swear and moan in pleasure and pain. I laugh as I torment her with need, never letting her achieve the pleasure she so desperately craves. Delighting in her submissiveness, I keep talking filth to her, degrading her sexual power and mocking her need for orgasm.

"Help me to help you all night, Beautiful." I urge her to go with my nefarious plan.

Once again, she refuses to trick her husband.

She uttered from her clenched teeth,"No. That is a dirty plan."

My mouth goes back to her pussy, and my lips latch onto her pulsating clit.

I suck that glistening pearl as if my life depends on it.

She pulsed and shook. I give her no respite. Her breath is short, and she moans louder. She is gripping my hair. Rocking her hips, coaxing the orgasm about to burst.
I withdraw, leaving her breathless. She looks at me with a wild animalistic gaze.

She is spreading in front of me. Her pussy opened like a flower with dews on its petals. It is fragrant and in need of my care.

I wait for her to say something.

She does not.

I give her time. My tongue and lips are tantalizingly close to her mound, nibbling and kissing the top of her thigh, making her hips heave with expectation.

 My fingers swirl around her nipples, eliciting cries of pleasure from her. I toy with her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Trisha whimpers and begs for more. 

I'm not content with stopping there. My tongue soon joins the party, licking and lapping at her wet pussy until she is shaking and moaning in pleasure. I tease her verbally, making comments about how she does not do these things for her husband in the bedroom. How her husband is not meeting her needs, and how she needs a deviant Stalker to make her cum. 

I can see her cheeks flushing as shame washes over her. I continue to make her feel embarrassed and exposed. I mock her arousal, making her more and more wet as she hangs onto my every word. Then, I take it a step further. I whisper filthy things about what I am about to do to her body. My fingers push into her asshole, making her gasp in pleasure and humiliation.

I know exactly what I'm doing, and she is powerless to resist. She writhes beneath my touch, her body desperate for the release I know I will not give her. Trisha begs for release, her voice desperate and pleading. She pleads for me to let her cum, to let her feel the pleasure I am so masterfully denying her. All the while, I keep on teasing her. My words are cruel and insulting, making her feel small and insignificant. I promise her pleasure, only to snatch it away at the last moment. She is frantic, her body screaming for the pleasure I have the power to give her. 

Trisha gives in finally, howling," Yes Yes I will do it... I will do whatever you want..Please don't tease me any more... oh gawwwdd, I can't take it anymore...I am going to die,I swear. Please Fuck me...please."

I sigh in relief.

"If I am going to grace a married woman, I am going to do it in her bed.", I smirk.

She shivers and blushes.

She murmurs weakly, "Anything you want..just don't make me wait."

"Remember the plan, Beautiful?" I brush her oversensitive clit, and she arches in sensation, moaning,"Yes, yes...I will do as you say.."

"Let's go to your bedroom then." I chuckle, enjoying the visual in front of me,just a slight brushing on her clit making her writhe now.

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