Husband comes back from abroad | Affair with Naveen | Open Marriage | Lactating

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Here is a planned summary for all 20 scenes, detailing the kind of encounters planned for each one.

Plot:
Living in Delhi, Pratiksha’s life is turned upside down when her husband, Karthik, masterminds a trip to Manali to fully indulge his cuckolding fetish. She is thrown together with their friends: the muscular and massively endowed Naveen, whom she has slept with before at her husband's urging, and his wife, Sonali, who surprises everyone with her naturally lactating breasts and provocative nature. The vacation quickly transforms into a journey of intense sexual discovery, as Pratiksha is guided from nervous hesitation to eager participation in a series of escalating scenarios designed by Karthik for his viewing pleasure. From thrilling public encounters and intimate partner swaps to a climactic foursome where every fetish is explored, Pratiksha uses her flexible yoga body to embrace her role, ultimately returning to Delhi as a confident and willing participant in a new, daring open marriage.

Saga 1 : Homecoming with 20 Scenes
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Part 1: The Arrival and The Test (Scenes 1-7)

• Scene 1: The Homecoming
  • Summary: Pratiksha waits nervously in her Delhi home. Her anxiety is heightened by the memory of Naveen’s powerful, muscular body and the intimidating size of his 9-inch cock. Karthik arrives with Naveen, whose presence immediately makes Pratiksha’s pussy ache. Her disappointment is immense when Karthik, driven by his cuckold fetish and love for teasing, delays her gratification by going to sleep. The arrival of Naveen's wife, Sonali, adds to the mystery.
    
  • Sex Scene: None. Focus on Pratiksha’s intense internal arousal and memory of Naveen's size, contrasted with her current frustration.
    
• Scene 2: The Journey Begins
  • Summary: In the washroom at a rest stop, Pratiksha notices the unusual shape of Sonali’s breasts through her saree—they are large, with noticeably prominent, erect nipples. Sonali's cryptic advice to talk to Karthik leads to the pivotal moment where Karthik, confirming his fetish, tells Pratiksha to “be a good girl and sit with Naveen.” In the backseat, Naveen’s hand on her thigh feels heavy and possessive.
    
  • Sex Scene: No sex. The focus is on the visual reveal of Sonali's unique feature and the building tension of Naveen's first touch.
    
• Scene 3: Arrival at the Resort
  • Summary: They arrive at the Manali cottages. As they get their bags, Karthik whispers in Pratiksha’s ear, his voice thick with excitement, “I can’t wait to watch him fill you up tonight.” This direct confirmation of his fetish sends a shiver of shock and intense arousal through her.
    
  • Sex Scene: None. The dialogue explicitly sets up Karthik’s voyeuristic and cuckolding desires.
    
• Scene 4: Drinks and Propositions
  • Summary: In their cottage, Karthik revels in his role as director, openly asking Naveen what he thinks of Pratiksha’s flexible yoga body and how he enjoyed it last time. Sonali is quiet, but a single drop of milk leaks from her nipple and stains her blouse, a detail Pratiksha notices with fascination.
    
  • Sex Scene: Heavy verbal foreplay. Karthik’s dialogue is pure cuckold fantasy fuel. The accidental lactation from Sonali introduces her fetish element.
    
• Scene 5: The First Kiss
  • Summary: Karthik dares Pratiksha to kiss Naveen. The kiss is deep and dominant. Pratiksha feels the power in Naveen’s muscular arms as he holds her, a stark contrast to Karthik.
    
  • Sex Scene: A passionate kissing scene, emphasizing the physical dominance of Naveen.
    
• Scene 6: The Swap is Initiated
  • Summary: Sonali is dared to go with Karthik. Left alone with Naveen, Pratiksha hears Karthik’s shocked gasp from the next cottage, followed by sounds of eager sucking. She realizes he has discovered Sonali’s secret, and the thought of her husband being breastfed by another woman is bizarrely arousing.
    
  • Sex Scene: No sex for Pratiksha. The focus is on the audio of Karthik experiencing Sonali's lactation fetish, which acts as psychological foreplay for Pratiksha.
    
• Scene 7: Surrender
  • Summary: Naveen comforts the overwhelmed Pratiksha. The foreplay is intense, focusing on her extremely sensitive clit until she is begging. He then enters her, and she has to use all of her yoga flexibility to accommodate his 9-inch length. Karthik walks in at the end to watch the final, powerful thrusts.
    
  • Sex Scene: Pratiksha’s first time with Naveen in the new context. Intense focus on her clitoral sensitivity, her flexibility being used to take his large size, and Karthik’s voyeurism as he watches the climax.
    

Part 2: Exploration and Exposure (Scenes 8-15)

• Scene 8: The Morning After
  • Summary: At breakfast, Karthik can’t stop praising Pratiksha for how well she handled Naveen. He openly asks Naveen for details, making Pratiksha blush and squirm in her seat.
    
  • Sex Scene: None. Focus on the explicit cuckold conversation and debriefing.
    
• Scene 9: Fun in the Forest
  • Summary: In a secluded forest spot, Karthik dares Pratiksha to fellate Naveen. She uses her yoga skills to kneel before him in a difficult position, showing off her flexibility and submission as she takes his entire 9-inch length down her throat while Karthik and Sonali watch.
    
  • Sex Scene: A very visual, semi-public deepthroat blowjob, highlighting Pratiksha's flexibility and Naveen’s large endowment.
    
• Scene 10: Hot Tub Confessions
  • Summary: In the hot tub, Sonali’s large, dark areolas and erect, leaking nipples are on full display. Egged on by Karthik, a curious Pratiksha latches onto Sonali's breast and tastes her sweet milk. The scene escalates to Karthik drinking from Sonali while Naveen’s hands explore Pratiksha underwater.
    
  • Sex Scene: A group scene centered on the lactation fetish. Features female-female interaction (Pratiksha nursing from Sonali) and mutual foreplay.
    
• Scene 11: The Official Swap
  • Summary: Pratiksha spends the night with Naveen. Now familiar with his size, she is more confident. She uses her flexible body to try more adventurous positions like the splits and full nelson, specifically to please Karthik, who is next door with Sonali, listening.
    
  • Sex Scene: An acrobatic and challenging sex scene. Pratiksha uses her yoga skills to their fullest to accommodate Naveen, driven by the desire to perform for her husband.
    
• Scene 12: Lingerie and Toys
  • Summary: In Manali, Sonali buys Pratiksha an almost-transparent, crotchless teddy. Karthik and Naveen buy a vibrator specifically designed for hitting Pratiksha's sensitive clit.
    
  • Sex Scene: None. Focus on the eroticism of the specific items purchased to exploit the characters' unique traits.
    
• Scene 13: The Performance
  • Summary: Pratiksha models the crotchless teddy for the group. Karthik instructs her to give Naveen a lap dance. At the climax, Naveen uses the new vibrator on her exposed clit, making her orgasm intensely in front of everyone from clitoral stimulation alone.
    
  • Sex Scene: An exhibitionist scene focusing on Pratiksha's extreme sensitivity, culminating in a hands-free clitoral orgasm.
    
• Scene 14: The Main Event - Part 1
  • Summary: As Pratiksha recovers from her orgasm, Sonali is instructed to comfort her. She lies down and lets Pratiksha nurse from her breasts. Karthik then directs Naveen to enter Pratiksha from behind while she is still nursing.
    
  • Sex Scene: A unique combination of fetishes: lactation, cuckolding, and voyeurism. Doggy-style intercourse between Naveen and Pratiksha while she is latched onto Sonali’s breast.
    
• Scene 15: The Main Event - Part 2
  • Summary: The ultimate fantasy for Karthik. He joins in, and for a moment, Pratiksha experiences a form of Double Penetration, with Naveen’s 9-inch cock deep inside her pussy and Karthik in her ass. Sonali uses her milk to lubricate everything, her hands all over Pratiksha’s body.
    
  • Sex Scene: The climactic foursome. Features MMF action on Pratiksha (DP), with Sonali facilitating and participating, using her milk.
    

Part 3: The New Reality (Scenes 16-20)

• Scene 16: The Afterglow
  • Summary: They all wake up together. The morning is filled with lazy, intimate acts – Karthik tasting the milk from Sonali's breasts, Pratiksha caressing Naveen’s still-impressive soft cock.
    
  • Sex Scene: Gentle, fetish-focused after-sex play, emphasizing intimacy.
    
• Scene 17: Planning the Future
  • Summary: They discuss making this a regular arrangement in Delhi. Karthik is ecstatic, and Pratiksha admits how much she loves making him happy and how much she craves Naveen's size.
    
  • Sex Scene: None. Narrative focus on the verbal confirmation of everyone’s desires and fetishes.
    
• Scene 18: The Ride Home
  • Summary: The ride home is charged. Confident now, Pratiksha gives Naveen a handjob in the backseat, her skilled hands working his 9-inch length while Karthik watches her every move in the rearview mirror, a proud, lustful smile on his face.
    
  • Sex Scene: A confident, exhibitionist handjob, with Karthik's voyeurism being a key part of the act.
    
• Scene 19: One Last Taste
  • Summary: Back in Delhi, as they say goodbye, Karthik gives Sonali a deep kiss, tasting the milk on her tongue. Naveen pulls Pratiksha aside and whispers a promise of what he'll do to her next time.
    
  • Sex Scene: No sex. A final, fetish-centered farewell that promises more.
    
• Scene 20: A New Beginning
  • Summary: A week later, Karthik texts Pratiksha: "They're on their way. Sonali is extra full, and Naveen is extra hard. Get on your knees by the door and be ready to welcome our guests properly." Pratiksha feels a surge of pure excitement and submission as she obeys.
    
  • Sex Scene: None. The story ends on a powerful command from Karthik, setting up an immediate, intense sexual encounter and cementing Pratiksha's new role.
    

[ashuezy2]

Hey, Let me know how you like the story. I will start once I get some feedback.

[Pvzro]

Great to read your plot and saga scenes shown ,i feel this is the only story which help readers to get an idea of the story in scene wise,it feels more exciting for we readers 

Congratulations for putting up new story,can't wait to read the entire story seems the best one till date
Nice potential in the story, remarkable thinking and moments 

Only request keep posting regular updates and lengthy one,

Also small request if u could keep Pratiksha shy as much as possible will feel more realistic and no need to keep her body yoga one , normal physique will work do pur done armpits seduction as well.

Thanks and all the best for an blaster story dear writer....

[Givemeextra]

Excellent Summary. Eager to read each chapter in detail.
Pls add PICS [small/medium size] if ok. Would love to see your imagination of wives/husbands

[ashuezy2]

Scene 1: The Homecoming

The wall clock in our Delhi apartment showed it was almost midnight. Every tick echoed in the silence, amplifying the frantic rhythm of my own heart. I paced the living room, a restless energy buzzing under my skin.

He’s coming home.

The thought should have brought comfort, but instead, it lit a fire deep in my belly. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d see my husband, Karthik, after sleeping with another man.
But it would be the first time I’d see him since sleeping with Naveen.
My breath hitched as the memory flooded me. Naveen’s powerful, muscular body pinning me to the bed, the sheer, intimidating size of him. My mind flashed back to the feeling of his thick, 9-inch cock stretching me, filling me in a way I’d never felt before. Just thinking about it made my pussy ache with a familiar, desperate heat. And Karthik knew every single detail. He had demanded them.
His call from the airport an hour ago was brief.

Karthik: "Landing was smooth. I'll be home soon. Don't forget, we leave for Manali tomorrow night."
His voice was calm, but I knew him better. I could hear the excitement underneath, the thrill he got from this. He was the architect of my downfall, and he loved every second of it.
The sharp ring of the doorbell made me jump. He’s here.
I smoothed down my dress, my body tingling with a nervous mix of guilt and raw desire. I rushed to the door, my mind racing. I wanted him to punish me, to fuck me with all the anger and passion he’d been saving up.
I swung the door open, a welcoming smile plastered on my face.

Pratiksha: "Welcome home, baby!"

My smile faltered. My body went rigid.
Karthik stood there, tired but grinning. And next to him, filling the doorway with his broad shoulders and muscular frame, was Naveen. The sight of him sent a jolt straight between my legs. My panties were suddenly damp.

Karthik: "Look who I brought with me."

He stepped inside and pulled me into a hug. It felt safe and familiar, but my senses were overwhelmed by the man standing just behind him. Karthik felt lean and wiry against Naveen's solid power.

Pratiksha: "Naveen... Hi. This is a surprise."
My voice was thin, barely a whisper.

Naveen: "Hi, Pratiksha. Karthik insisted I come straight from the airport."
He gave me a polite nod, but his eyes held a flicker of our shared secret. He knew what his presence was doing to me. And so did my husband.
I saw the ghost of a smirk on Karthik’s face as he yawned dramatically.

Karthik: "God, I'm dead on my feet. I'm heading straight to bed. Naveen, you know where the guest room is."
I stared at him in disbelief. That’s it? He’s just going to sleep?
The disappointment was a physical blow. The ache in my cunt intensified, turning into a frustrating throb. He was doing this on purpose. The bastard. He loved to tease, to dangle the promise of release in front of me and then snatch it away. He knew exactly how wound up I was, how desperately I needed him to take control, and he was choosing to let me simmer.

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The next morning was excruciating. The three of us sat at the breakfast table, the air thick with everything left unsaid. I felt Naveen's eyes on me as I bent over to place a dish on the table, and I knew he was thinking about my flexible yoga body, about the ways he had twisted me into knots.

After a nearly silent breakfast, Karthik and Naveen went out for a few hours. I packed for Manali in a haze of confusion and sexual frustration.
Around 6 PM, the doorbell rang again. I opened it to find them back, but they weren't alone. A woman in a simple saree stood with them. It was Naveen’s wife, Sonali.
Before I could even register my surprise, Karthik clapped his hands together, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of his master plan.

Karthik: "Surprise! I thought the trip would be more fun with more friends. Sonali is coming with us!"
I stood there, frozen in the doorway, my mind trying to catch up. A trip. With my husband. With my lover. And now, his wife. The mystery deepened, and a fresh wave of nervous, electric heat washed over me. I had no idea what game my husband was playing, but I knew, without a doubt, that I was the main piece on the board.

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Scene 2: The Journey Begins

The drive out of Delhi on this Monday night was a blur of traffic and neon lights. I sat in the back of our SUV with Sonali, In the front, Karthik and Naveen talked easily, their voices a low murmur that barely registered over the thrum of the engine. I tried to act normal, to make small talk with the woman beside me, but my mind was racing. Who is she? How does she fit into this insane puzzle? From what I could see, she was the picture of a simple, traditional wife. It didn't make any sense.

About two hours later, well onto the dark highway towards Chandigarh, Karthik pulled into a brightly lit rest stop.

Karthik: "Time for a quick chai break."

We all piled out. I headed straight for the washroom. Sonali followed me inside. It was just the two of us. As she stood before the mirror, she adjusted her saree, pulling the pallu tighter over her shoulder. For a second, the fabric of her blouse stretched taut across her chest.

My eyes widened.

Her breasts were large and full, but it was her nipples that made me stare. They were incredibly prominent, pushing hard against the thin cotton, large and dark and undeniably erect. It was unusual, startlingly so. She caught me looking in the mirror, and a small, mysterious smile touched her lips.

Sonali: "Are you ready for this?"
Her voice was soft, but the question was sharp, direct.

Pratiksha: "Ready for what? The rest of the drive?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Sonali: "I think you should talk to your husband."
She offered no other explanation, simply turning to leave me alone with my own shocked reflection and a thousand new questions. My heart was hammering. I walked back outside, my eyes immediately finding Karthik. I grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the tea stall.

Pratiksha: "Karthik, what is going on?" I whispered frantically. "Sonali just said something to me, about being ready... What is this?"
He looked down at me, his expression infuriatingly calm. He was enjoying my confusion; it was written all over his face. He put a hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin.

Karthik: "Don't worry about a thing, baby. I've got it all planned."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low command that sent a shiver down my spine.

Karthik: "Just be a good girl and go sit with Naveen. Sonali is sitting with me in the front now."
It wasn't a request. It was an order. My role in his fantasy was becoming crystal clear.
Numbly, I walked back to the car. The seating was rearranged as he'd said. I slid into the backseat, the door clicking shut behind me, sealing me in the dark, intimate space with Naveen. His muscular thigh was pressed firmly against mine.
Karthik started the car and merged back onto the highway, he and Sonali talking quietly in the front. I stared out the window, my body buzzing with a potent mix of fear and excitement.

Then I felt it.

A hand on my leg. It wasn’t a gentle, exploratory touch. It was heavy, landing with a definite weight on my upper thigh. It was a clear statement of ownership. I held my breath as his strong fingers wrapped around my leg, his thumb beginning to draw slow, possessive circles on my inner thigh. The heat was instantaneous, a flash flood between my legs that left me soaking. My husband was just feet away, and this man was claiming me as his.

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Scene 3: Arrival at the Resort

The weight of Naveen’s hand on my thigh was a constant, burning pressure for the rest of the journey. For hours, as the SUV sped through the darkness of the Monday night, his fingers played a torturous game with me. He never looked at me, keeping his face turned towards the window, but his touch was intimate and possessive. His thumb stroked slow circles, inching ever higher, making the thin fabric of my pants feel like a cruel barrier. Every so often, his fingers would press down, a firm, knowing gesture right against the growing wetness in my panties, making me gasp and bite my lip to stay silent.

In the front, Karthik and Sonali's conversation eventually faded. Soon, they were both quiet, their heads leaning against the headrests, seemingly asleep. The car was a dark, silent capsule hurtling through the night, and I was trapped in the backseat with a man who was methodically driving me insane with desire, all under my husband’s nose. My entire body was a tightly coiled spring of need. My very sensitive skin felt like it was on fire, and I had to clench my thighs together to stop myself from whimpering out loud.

The long hours bled into one another. The flat plains of the highway slowly gave way to winding roads that began to climb. Through the window, I saw the sky begin to soften from inky black to a deep, pre-dawn purple. As the first hints of daylight illuminated the car, Naveen slowly, reluctantly, removed his hand, leaving my skin feeling both cold and branded.
We arrived in Manali as the sun was rising on Tuesday morning, painting the towering Himalayan peaks in shades of pink and gold. The air that greeted us when we stepped out of the car was crisp and cold, a shocking contrast to the heat still raging inside me. The resort was beautiful, a collection of rustic wooden cottages nestled among towering pine trees.
We were all tired and stiff from the overnight journey.

As Karthik and Naveen began unloading the luggage from the back of the SUV, I stood there, shivering slightly in the mountain air, trying to get my bearings. Karthik walked over to me, grabbing one of my bags from my hand with a smile.

Karthik: "Here, let me get that. You must be exhausted."
He leaned in close, his body shielding us from the others for a brief moment. His mouth was right next to my ear, his breath warm against my cold skin. His voice was a low, guttural whisper, thick with an excitement that bordered on reverence.

Karthik: “I can’t wait to watch him fill you up tonight.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. All the hints, the teases, the unspoken suggestions—they all crashed away, leaving behind the raw, undeniable truth of his fetish. He didn’t just want this to happen; he wanted a front-row seat. A shiver, completely unrelated to the cold, wracked my body. It was a tremor of pure shock that dissolved instantly into a wave of intense, liquid heat.
He pulled back, giving my ass a possessive squeeze before turning to hand a set of keys to Naveen.

Karthik: "You guys are in cottage 3. We're right next door in 4. Let's all get settled and maybe take a nap."
I watched them walk away towards their cottage, Naveen’s powerful back and Sonali’s gentle sway. My husband’s filthy words were echoing in my mind, and the promise of the coming night settled deep in my bones. The real trip was just beginning.

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Scene 4: Drinks and Propositions

After a long, much-needed nap, I showered and changed. The exhaustion from the overnight drive on Tuesday had been replaced by a thrumming, nervous energy. Karthik’s filthy whisper from the morning echoed in my head, and I felt a familiar dampness gather between my legs. He had been buzzing with a restless excitement all day. Now, as evening settled over the mountains on Tuesday, October 14th, he was practically vibrating.

Our cottage was cozy, with a stone fireplace and warm, wooden walls. Just after 8 PM, there was a knock on the interconnecting door that joined our cottage with the one next to it. Karthik opened it with a wide grin.

Karthik: "Welcome! Come in, come in! Drinks are waiting."
Naveen and Sonali stepped inside. Naveen was dressed in a simple t-shirt that stretched tightly across his muscular chest, and Sonali wore a simple, elegant kurta. I tried to avoid looking at her chest, but the memory of her prominent nipples from the rest stop was burned into my mind.
Karthik poured four glasses of whiskey, his movements theatrical. He was in his element, the director of his own private porn scene. We all sat down, the air thick with unspoken anticipation. He didn't even wait for us to finish our first sip.
He turned to Naveen, his eyes gleaming.

Karthik: "So, Naveen. Let's not beat around the bush. You've had a taste of my wife before. I want to know what you think."
I choked on my drink, my cheeks instantly flushing with heat. Naveen simply took a calm sip of his whiskey, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

Naveen: "She's... impressive, Karthik. Very impressive."
This wasn't enough for my husband. He leaned forward, his voice dropping, but his words were meant for everyone to hear.

Karthik: "Her yoga has made her incredibly flexible, hasn't it? Tell me, did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy wrapping her legs around your head?"
My gaze dropped to the floor, my whole body burning with a mixture of shame and a powerful, undeniable arousal. This was so much more intense than I ever imagined.

Naveen: "I enjoyed every single thing about her. She took all 9 inches of me like a champion."
Karthik let out a low groan of pleasure, closing his eyes for a second. He was getting off on this, on just the words alone.

My eyes, unable to look at either of the men, drifted over to Sonali. She was sitting quietly on the armchair, watching the exchange with a calm, unreadable expression. As my eyes settled on her, I saw it.
A small, dark circle was blooming on the light fabric of her kurta, right over her left nipple. It was a wet spot, growing slowly. As I stared, mesmerized, I saw a single, pearly white drop of liquid well up and soak into the cloth.

Is that... milk?

The thought was so bizarre, so unexpected, it momentarily shocked me out of my aroused state. Sonali must have felt my stare. Her eyes met mine, and she gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug, a secretive smile playing on her lips before she subtly shifted, using her arm to cover the spot.
The fascination of that strange, intimate detail held me captive, until Karthik's voice cut through the haze, pulling me back into his game.

Karthik: "Words are good," he said, his voice now a low growl. "But I think we need a little more action. How about we play a game?"