[sakurasan]

Folks, quick question for you all.

I have the whole road to the wedding planned out. Two ways I can take it from here.

Fast track - wrap the endgame in next 3-4 chapters. Less waiting, more punch, straight to the big moments.

Slow burn - proper full arc. Give every stage its own space. More of Isha, Rohan and Kunal's day to day, more build up before the big scenes hit.

Both are fine by me, honestly. Just want to write what you all actually enjoy reading. Drop a reply, fast or slow, and tell me why if you feel like it.

[sakurasan]

Chapter 14 Stay in Pune

While Kunal was still shooting Rohan and Isha outdoors, a bigshot client put him on a call with Aarav. Aarav asked him for a week in the United States.

The day after he took her virginity, his passport arrived by courier, a United States tourist visa stamped in it. He could have flown any day. His heart was still in that night, so he chose to go at once.

He called Aarav.

“I can come now,” Kunal said. “Passport is here. I am packed. First flight you can put me on.”

“Come,” Aarav said. “Whenever you land.”

The house was like the Playboy mansion. Aarav and Leela were Indian-origin Americans in their forties, a good-looking rich power couple. They put him in a big room in the guest quarters.

The next day Leela was alone. He started with her. When she got naked the shoot fell apart. He looked at the frames. They looked amateur. He kept the card. He blamed jet lag and asked for the next day.

The next day, before every pose, he closed his eyes and thought what he would do if it was Isha, then put Leela that way. The shutter started. She was impressed.

The next night Aarav joined. Kunal moved them. He had Leela sit on Aarav and fold until her shoulders were on the floor and only her hips were on him. Then he had Aarav stand and take her with one of her legs against his chest. Both were impressed. On Saturday Leela asked him to the night party.

Luxury cars kept coming up the drive. Guests of every race arrived in short tunics, leather belts, sandals, a lot of skin, and half masks. At the door they dropped their wedding bands into labelled trays and went in. The hall was packed.

Kunal wore the same tunic. He put on a mask and kept the camera.

Inside the music started. They danced, turning in hold, tunics lifting when they spun. Then the dancing got hotter. Mouths found mouths. Hands went under the short cloth. Some stayed in the hall. Some went into other rooms. Groups formed on the floor and against the walls. He had never shot that. When a mouth or a back looked like hers, his finger sat heavier on the shutter. He walked the house and he shot.




The next day he showed Leela the frames.

By Monday she came to the guest quarters.

“You are a hit,” she said. “People are asking for you. Are you interested.”

“Yes.”

Her assistant started taking his bookings. The jobs took him into the lifestyle. He shot couples who swapped spouses. He shot stag and vixen couples. He learned that what they did for sex did not undo the love they still had.

One afternoon Leela came onto him. Her mouth was on his before he had put the camera down. He kissed her back. She was already pulling him down the hall. In her room she opened his shirt and he pulled her dress off. Her breasts were in his hands. Her ass filled his palms. She got on the bed and opened her knees. He was excited. His mouth was on her. Then he stood to take her and his cock hung. He took it in his fist and stroked. It stayed heavy and soft. He put her hand on it. Same thing.

“It’s not an issue,” Leela said.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Isha had him. He had to break it before he went back to India.

The next week the word had already moved. Other parties in other cities called. He took every job. He kept moving. In each place he hit the pubs. Some nights he drank and went up alone. Twice a woman came to the room with him. Clothes came off. Mouth and hands, then his cock hung the way it had with Leela.

Work was still pouring in, and the visa still had days, when news came that grandfather was gone. He cancelled everything and took the next flight home.

All of that came back when he saw her wet clothes on the floor. His cock was pulsing again as he looked for her. He knocked. The door opened. His cock stood at once, a thick pole. It shoved the knot open. The towel hit the floor.

She was in the middle of his king-size bed. Her hair was still wet on the pillow. Her skin had already dried. She was naked. Her hands were folded over her chest, palms covering her breasts, the sides of them still showing, the nipples hidden under her own fingers. She had taken a condom from the drawer by the bed and laid the pouch on her cunt. It sat at the start of her pussy like a tiny thong, the foil covering the top of the slit. Her thighs were locked tight hiding the rest. Her eyes were closed.



With her eyes shut she felt him walk close. The mattress took his weight. Then water from his hair hit her skin as he came nearer. The pouch lifted off her. Cool air touched her shaved lips. He was looking straight at her cunt. Butterflies went through her belly.

The fight in her had started when Rohan said Kunal would take her to the tour desk. On the stairs down, the first night came back on every step. On the bike her nipples went hard as steel. Holding his solid frame pulled her forward, and her breasts crushed his back.

The real fight began when they came in wet and he walked out in just a towel and left her. She came out of her clothes with the towel still in her hair. Her cunt was loud. You promised today. We are desperate. The soreness after the first time had felt good for weeks, and we needed that again. Do not act like a proper girl. You already did it. What new wrong would this be. Her mind knew the cunt was a cat that had tasted the cream. It would keep coming for that taste. It made a deal. Once more, then this wrong thing is finished. This time we cannot risk it. She went to his room. If there is a condom, we take him. The drawer was full of gold pouches, all of them Magnum XXXL.

She threw the towel, lay down, and put one pouch on her pussy. She kept her eyes shut and hoped he would take her. Once more, then home, and the soreness would last for weeks.

Five minutes had gone since the pouch left her cunt. He moved on the bed. He was not touching her. She grew desperate. She opened her eyes a crack and went still.

He was kneeling by her head. The fat head of his cock was almost on her lips, shining with precum. The pouch was still in his hand. Her eyes came fully open.

“What are you doing.”

“Suck me.”

“Chee. Who does that.”

“A girl who really wants.”

“Please. Like last time.”

“Last time we did not have this.” He showed her the condom.

“We cannot risk. Please.”

Her plea almost took him. If he gave in now, she would always set the terms. He threw the condom off the cot.

“I like risks. Your choice.”

She needed the fuck. She looked at his eyes. He was not going to fold. She swallowed and opened her mouth. He moved in. Her lips kissed the head.

He swung a leg over her and brought the other with it. His knees sank into the mattress on both sides of her neck. His feet planted on the sides of her. He looked at her and let his hips come down. His ass sat on her breasts. Half his weight stayed in his knees. The rest flattened her tits under him, her nipples caught under the heavy cheeks. His balls rested on her breastbone. The hot rod pointed at her lips again.

She tried to lift her mouth to it. Her neck bent the wrong way. The head slipped on her chin.

He pulled the pillows in, bunched them, and shoved them under her head. He slid his legs under her shoulders. Her upper body rested on his thighs, and her mouth sat level with him. The cock lay on her lips. He looked down at her face, at the fat head shining on her mouth.

“What do you call this.”

“Pee pee.”

He kept the head on her lip and waited.

“Penis.”

“No. You call mine cock. Now say it.”

“Cock.”

“Again.”

“Cock.”

“And between your legs. That is your pussy. Say it.”

“Pussy.”

“My cock. Your pussy. That is how we talk. Say it that way.”

“Your cock. My pussy.”

“They call them pussy and cock because the cat eats the chicken. Is your pussy ready to eat its cock.”

“Yes.”

“Then marinate it. Open.”

She opened. He put the mushroom to her teeth and pushed. Her teeth hit the ridge. He hissed and pulled back, a red mark already on the head.

“Easy. Cover the teeth. Lips over. Hide them.”

She rolled her lips in over her teeth the way he said. He tried again. The fat head pressed her mouth wide until her jaw ached at the hinges. The mushroom squeezed in, and that was all she could take. The rest of him stood between her mouth and his belly, heavy, shining with her spit, more than both her hands could hide. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth onto the pillow. The head sat on her tongue, filling the whole small space. She held still and waited.

“Breathe from your nose. Keep the lips over the teeth. Put your tongue under the head, flat, and hold me there. I will not give you more than this mouth can take.”

She moved her tongue. It found the slit. A thin bead of precum leaked onto it, slicker than spit, saltier. She made a sound in her throat and tried to pull off. He kept his voice down, shifted his weight to his knees, found a nipple under his ass, and pinched.

“Stay. That is how a cock starts. Taste it. I have you.”

He eased back until the head rested on her lower lip, a clear bead still on the slit.

“Tell me what it is.”

“Salt,” she said. “Funny.”

“That’s it. Again. Open. Lips over the teeth, the way I showed you.”

He fed her the head. She took it. Her teeth almost caught him. He pinched the other nipple and said it close.

“Hide them. Look at me.”

She hid them. Her lips stretched around the ridge, shiny with spit. He looked down at that.

“Now marinate it. Keep it there. Let it sit in your mouth.”

She held him. Spit pooled around the head and ran from her lip. Her jaw shook on the thickness.

“Say my name. I want to hear you.”

“Ba-ath.”

“A little louder. I am here.”

“Kunal.” It came out around him, thick with spit.

“Do you still want the fuck.”

“Yeth.”

“Say it for me.”

“I want.”

He kept the head at her mouth. She made an O. He pushed the head through it and felt her lips seal on the ridge, her spit hot around the mushroom, her tongue under him as her mouth held the whole head. He drew back and her mouth pulled at him, spit stretching, then he put the head in again. The rest of him stayed out. She held the shaft in both hands and took the head as he gave it. Each time her lips caught the ridge he felt it in his groin. Spit ran to her cheek. His ass shifted on her breasts.

“Stay. I will do it. Only this much.”

When her jaw shook he held still, the head on her lip.

“Now your tongue. Make love to the cock. Swirl around it.”

She put her tongue on the head and moved it around the ridge, circling, then around the slit, then wider around the whole mushroom. He felt the trail of her spit. The head shone with her spit.

“How does it taste now.”

“Good.”

“Will you still say chee.”

“No.”

“Now put your tongue in my slit.”

She pushed her tongue into the small split at the tip. More precum leaked onto it. He breathed in.

“Hold the rest of the cock in your hands. Pull the skin back. Now soak it well.”

She stripped the skin down the shaft until the head stood fully out, tight and dark, and took it in. She worked it with her lips and tongue, spit running down him, the rest of him thick in her fists.

“Mild bites. Not like before. You can chew the head.”

She gave the mushroom small bites, then chewed it with her lips still covering most of the teeth. The chew almost made him come. He pulled back, eyes shut, and held still until he could put the head in her mouth again. He looked down at her and kept his voice down.

“That’s it. You are doing good.”

“Look at me.”

She looked up at him. His eyes were on her mouth.

“Say you want this.”

“I want this.” The words broke around the head.

“Your tongue. Fast on my slit.”

She put her tongue on the split at the tip and moved it there, flicking. He breathed in. She went faster. The slit leaked on her tongue.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. The cock loves you.”

More precum came. She kept the tongue on it.

“That is love juice, not piss. Keep going.”

She did. He held her hair.

“Fuck my slit with your tongue.”

She pushed the tip into the split and fucked it, and her palms twisted the shaft, turning the skin around him. He felt both at once. His thighs went hard under her shoulders. He tried to hold still. The cock jumped in her hands. He groaned, low. “Ah.” The first thick pulse hit her tongue, heavier than the salt that had come before. She gagged and shoved at his hips, throat shut, trying to get out from under him without swallowing. He held her head and kept the mushroom in her mouth and came the rest of the way into her. Her mouth filled. She twisted and broke his grip. It spilled from her lips down her chin onto her breasts. She ran for the bathroom with what was left.

She spat into the basin and rinsed her mouth. She soaped her face, both breasts, and every place his cum had landed, and rinsed. She came out angry, her face hot, and went straight to the bed.




He lay on his back. His cock lay spent on his belly. She looked at it, then at him.

“Dirty fellow. Why in my mouth.”

She snatched a pillow off the cot and brought it down on the spent cock. The cloth hit the shaft. He jerked. She hit it again.




“You only swallowed.”

“You held my head.”

“Good girls eat cock. Don’t beat it.”

She landed another beat, square on him. “This is bad cock spitting bad things in my mouth.”

He caught the pillow and held it.

“That is love juice. Good for the skin. Makes you glow.”

She pulled the pillow out of his hands and beat him with it again. “What currently glows is enough.”

He pulled the pillow back, threw it off the cot, and caught her around the waist. He hugged her in, turned her, and sat her on his stomach, facing his legs. Her ass landed on him. Her knees went to the bed on both sides of his hips. His spent cock lay in front of her.

“Ok. Beat it. But beat with your hand.”

She slapped it with her open palm, and it jumped and dropped. She slapped it again, harder, and he sucked air through his teeth. The next hit landed on a shaft that had started to fill, and it stayed up longer. Her palm stung as she hit it again, and it was thicker. She kept looking at it, her fingers wrapping on the way down instead of leaving, and she held him. She went to hit it and pulled the skin instead, stripping it down until the head came free. Her fist ran to the root and back up over the head. She did it again, slower, both hands around him, working the skin, until an iron rod twitched in her fists.

He watched her hands on him and smiled. Juice ran from her pussy and collected in his belly button.

“So. Shall we start.”

“You are ready.”

“Yes. Now fetch the condom.”

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She climbed off him and picked the pouch up from the floor. She came back onto the bed and held it out.

“Tear it.”

She tore the foil. The rubber sat in her palm.

“This side up.”

She set it on the head.

“Roll it down. Are you liking it.”

She rolled it down the shaft with both hands. “Yes.”

“Want to make love to my cock.”

“No. You do it.”

She lay on her back beside him.

He got off the bed and pulled her by the hips until her ass hung off the mattress, the open edge under her. He put her left foot on the floor. He hooked her right leg up along his side, her calf against him, and stood between her thighs. The condom shone on the iron rod. He put the head to her pussy and looked at her.

“Say fuck.”

She stared at him. “Fuck.”

He pushed. The fat head opened her and she took it with a sound in her throat. He gave her more, then more, until her hips hung on him and the rubber was in to the root. She pushed up on the foot and met him.

“That’s it. Use that leg. Come up the cock.”

She pushed again. Her pussy climbed the shaft and sat on it. He drew back until the head tugged her from inside, then drove in so deep her ass left the bed. She felt him in her belly.

“Ah. Fuck.”

“Louder. I am fucking you. Say it.”

“You are fucking me.”

He held her hip with one hand and her raised thigh with the other. Her foot shoved her onto him each time he came forward, her tits jumping, her mouth open. Juice from her ran down onto the condom and made a sound when his stomach hit her.

“What do you want.”

“That cock.”

Her foot slipped. He waited, still buried, until she found the floor and lifted. The lift took him deeper. She clutched his arm.

He put her raised leg higher, almost to his chest, and leaned over her, driving down into the hang. She met him from below. She came on that, her pussy locking on him. He stayed buried and drove. Sweat ran off his jaw onto her breasts. The foot on the floor shook and still pushed.

“Good. Your pussy is eating it. Don’t stop lifting.”

“Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Her heel dug at the floor. He felt her through the condom, pulling. He put his mouth on her breast, kept his hips on her, and came in the rubber, buried, her leg still up his side.

He stayed in her. Her foot stayed on the floor. She held his arm and breathed.

“Say it once more.”

“Fuck,” she said, and she was smiling.

He drew out of her, pushed her up the bed to the middle, and lay on his side next to her. His cock was going soft inside the condom. A white bubble of his cum sat in the tip. He pointed at it.

“See what you did.”

She laughed. “Your Tyson is dead now.”

“Tyson aa. It is resting. Will be ready any time for the next match.”

“My pussy can’t carry any more punches.”

“You don’t know your pussy. It is one hungry cat. I am going to call it my Catherine.”

“Whatever. But this much has come out of your Tyson.”

“Don’t just look. Take it off.”

She took the ring and rolled the condom off. Her hand turned toward the bin. He caught her wrist, took the rubber, and pushed her onto her back. He tipped the bubble over both breasts. The cum poured out and lay on them.

“Gross. What are you doing.”

She tried to sit up. He already had her wrists, and he laid his leg across her hip and held her on the bed.

“Good girls love cum. Smell it.”

She pulled at his hands. His leg kept her hip on the bed. She felt the cum slide on her breasts and pool between them. She gave up and rested. The smell was not so bad. The cum was on her skin, not inside her. It could not make a baby, so she had no reason to fear it.

He saw her still. He set both her palms on her breasts.

“Rub them.”

“Why.”

“Cathy earned it. Use it.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

He moved her palms through it. She followed. The cum was warm under her hands, and the foul smell came to her like a costly perfume. He lifted his hands off hers. She kept rubbing the load over her chest.

“Happy. Now let me bath.”

He held her in. “You rest after a good fuck. Don’t bath.”

He let go.

She could get up and wash. He was already going to sleep. Getting up would disappoint him, and her body was heavy. She turned in and held him tight, his bicep between her breasts, one thigh over his hip against the soft cock, her head on his shoulder. She slept.

Kunal woke in the dark. She was naked against his arm. The arm lay down the middle of her, between her breasts and along her belly, and her pussy rested on the back of his palm.

He took his phone in his free hand, ordered dinner, and told them to leave it at the door. He put the phone down and looked at her.

He heard the parking gate open, then footsteps in the corridor. A few minutes later the gate shut and a bike left.

He pinched her ass.

“What.”

“Food is outside. Go pick it.”

She looked at the clock. She was starving. She went to the hall. Her clothes were still a wet pile. She felt the thrill again. She opened the door a little. The road was empty. She stepped out, picked up the parcel, and stepped back in at once. It was a game inside the game, and she loved the rush.




She set the food on the table and went to Rohan’s room. She opened his cupboard, took his vest and his briefs, and put them on. When she came out, an IPL match was running. Kunal was on the sofa. She sat down with him and they ate.

“How was the US.”

“One hell of a ride.”

“Looks like someone did not want to come back at all.”

“With Rohan and you here, how can I stay there long.”

“You should have shot a lot there.”

He turned the computer on and opened Leela’s shoot first.

“Mature. And still beautiful.”

“At forty you will be even more beautiful.”

“I wish.”

He moved on to the night party. Bodies were in groups on the floor and against the walls, mouths on bodies, cocks in women, women on women. She leaned in.




“What is happening here.”

“My clients have strip clubs all over that country. These parties are for their rich friends.”

She stopped his hand on one frame. Leela had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass, and she held two more, one in each fist.

“Is this not Leela.”

“Yes. She is one active dynamo.”

“Her husband will feel bad, no.”

“He is in the background, fucking that black girl.” He pointed. Aarav was behind her, buried in the other woman.

“Really.”

“Their life. Love one side. Lust the other side. Who are we to judge.”

She had Rohan’s vest on, and she was sitting with his friend. Who was she to judge Leela.

“Ok. But that is too much.”

“No one asked you to do that. She likes it. That is enough.”

The cocks in the frames were not one size. Some were thick. Some were shorter. Some hung heavy past a navel.

“These are not the same size.”

“It varies. All give the same pleasure only.”

“So many naked girls. Did you do anything with them.”

“My bed was always full. Different girls, different days.”

He lied. He wanted her to want him. He did not want her to love him.

“Oh. Then I am just one of many.”

“No. See. You are the only one I had without a condom. So I have had sex only with you.”

“You and your logic.”

“So today we did not have sex. I am still a one-nighter.”

“About that. I need a promise. Please. Do not say no.”

“Ok.”

“This is the last. I slipped. I cannot anymore. I love Rohan.”

“This is nothing to do with love.”

“Still. Can you please promise.”

“Ok. I promise if.”

“What if.”

“We go back to where we were before that heavenly Friday.”

“We are friends. Always.”

“No. You know I did not mean that.”

“Ok. You can have those kisses.”

“We can. We.”

“Yes. Friendly kisses.”

“Deal.”

“Ok. Deal. Now drop me home.”

He held out a denim crop top and a pair of denim shorts.

“Really. This.”

“We will wear helmets.”

The top stopped above her navel. The shorts sat high on her thighs. She put them on while he watched.




He took her to the back door. He caught her hand before she went in.

“You promised.”

She came close, put her hands around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth.




“Happy.”

“Yes.”

“I am going.”

“You can take my promise back anytime.”

She laughed.

“Never happening.”

She ran toward the house.

Monday evening Rohan parked where he could see the campus gate. He had come to surprise her, and he was looking for the sad girl from the call. Students were heading for the auto stand. Then he saw her in that line, walking for an auto, and her face was glowing. He held the wheel and stared. Was he seeing it right. Ten days apart might have made her more beautiful.

She saw the car. Her face lit, and she left the autos. She climbed in and shut the door. Their mouths met at once, and they stayed on each other’s lips.

“I missed you.”

“I missed more.”

“Let’s go to the park. Tell me all the village news.”

They sat in the park and he told her. The rites were done. The papers had taken the rest of the days. Ma was tired and still feeding anyone who came to the house. Isha kept asking. She was easy beside him, and he was happy. The sadness from the call was not on her.

At her building he stopped.

“How many days of work are left.”

“Lab audits should be over by tomorrow. Time to head back to prison.”

He wanted to ask her to move into his room. Kunal should hear it first.

“Ok. We will talk tomorrow.”

Rohan came into the hall. Kunal was on the sofa. Rohan asked about the US. Kunal answered in short pieces. He was working out how to say the second time. His eyes stayed on his knee. Rohan watched him. He had never seen Kunal look down.

Kunal took a breath. “She asked. The second time. We did it.”

Rohan sat. He had meant to speak first, to ask if she could move into his room. What Kunal said was out of syllabus. On many nights after her birthday he had thought of her having Kunal again. Kunal’s rule was that only she could ask. Rohan could not see her asking, and Kunal not coming back to India made it worse. He forgot that and started dreaming of their Goa honeymoon. He was only now seeing how the signature had become the second chance.

“One thing. If you say no, I am fine.”

“What is it.”

“I like to try her more. Only before your wedding.”

Rohan took a moment. What Kunal asked had been his dream for her. He would not turn selfish and spoil it. He let Kunal have the time. The fear came back. All three of them in one house, Kunal after her, felt too dangerous. The words still came.

“As I said before, I always want her happy.”

Kunal heard the words, and he heard the tone. He knew Rohan well enough to hear the fear under them. “I promise she will never love me.”

Rohan breathed out. He was happy.

The next day they were at the park.

“We may not be married as per the books. But you are part of my soul.”

“Even I can’t say how much I missed you. Each breath felt heavy.”

“You have any work on campus this summer.”

“Nothing. Where are you going with this.”

“These ten days without you were hell. I cannot do two months.”

“You are reading my mind.”

“What if you tell your parents you have work.”

“Lie to them. Then what.”

“I will leave campus early. This park will be our place. Can you stay in Pune itself.”

“Yes. Definitely yes.”

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Chapter 15 Other Lips — Part 1

Rohan dropped her at the building and waited until she went in. The bags were still in her room, packed for home. She opened them on the bed and put the clothes back in the cupboard, stack by stack.

Sneha came to the door. “Why are you putting them back. You were going home.”

“I am staying. Rohan asked me. I already lied to Ma about lab work.”

Sneha looked at the open bag, then at her. “You and Rohan. Good. I am not telling your mother.”

“Thank you.”

“I will leave by next week. Will you be able to manage.”

“Yes, didi. I should have been running a house by now anyway.”

Sneha smiled and went to her room. Isha shut the cupboard, changed, and got into bed. The phone was already bright.

She and Kunal had been on WhatsApp since Saturday night. The chat was pictures and forwards, and under those he wrote that he was missing her in his bed. She had teased him back. I am going to native. Keep missing more. Since yesterday the chat had been his sad faces and broken hearts, one after another.

She opened Kunal’s chat. There was no need to tell him she was staying. Her pussy did not let her. She typed.

“I am staying in Pune.”

She sent it. The ticks turned blue at once. Hearts followed. Then he wrote.

“Tyson is getting excited.”

She typed back. “No use. Cathy is not interested.”

The next morning Isha stood at the kitchen sink and washed the breakfast plates. Sneha was in the hall. Through the window Isha saw Kunal pull up at the back door, a backpack high on his shoulders.

Her phone rang on the hall table, beside Sneha. Isha dried her hands, went out, and picked it up. His name was on the screen. She cut the call.

Sneha asked, “Who is it.”

“Spam.”

She carried the phone back to the kitchen and typed.

“Why are you here.”

“Five minutes. If you are not down, I am coming up.”

She looked toward the hall. Sneha was still there.

“Are you mad. Wait by the gulmohar. I am coming.”

She looked out the kitchen window and saw only the tail of his bike. The tree covered the rest. She went down the back stairs.

“Finally. You came.”

“Sneha will notice. Tell me fast.”

“I came to check on Cathy.”

“Cathy is fine. Now go.”

“All this way, yaar. Show a little pity.”

She looked up. The tree covered her from the apartment. She turned to his bag. “Packed. Taking Tyson somewhere.”

He opened the bag and took out a few of her western clothes from the shoot.

“These are yours.”

“Thanks.”

She took the clothes and turned toward the stairs.

His hand went inside her pallu and caught her bare stomach. He pulled her between the trunk and the compound wall.

“I have to go up.”

“Talk to me first. You have the whole morning.”

He put his other hand on her stomach. Both hands stayed under the pallu and drew slow circles on her skin. He drew her back against his chest and set his back to the tree. The circles went lower, onto the skin above her saree. Her nipples stood against the blouse. They talked like normal friends, both ignoring his hands roaming inside her pallu.




Then she turned to face him.

“Sneha will be looking for me.”

She kissed him on the mouth. He cupped her breast and her ass over the cloth and pulled her against him. They broke for air. She pulled free and went up the back stairs with the clothes.

From the next morning she waited at the window, and he came at the same hour with another batch of her clothes. Those mornings the talk ran long, and the kiss did too. In the afternoons she cooked something new and fed it to Rohan in the park, his head on her lap. She told him Kunal had brought the shoot clothes. He nodded. He asked if the bag was heavy.

Saturday morning, Lata called to check on her. She asked how Isha’s family was taking the new wedding date. Isha said they were perfectly fine with it. Lata said they had been supposed to be together by now. Isha said she had looked forward to it too.

“I need to tell you this,” Lata said.

“Yes, Ma.”

“His grandfather’s FDs and the insurance money have come. You know our men. It will walk out with the next person who asks.”

“I know.”

“You tell him you need a house. If I say it, he will not hear.”

“Don’t worry, Ma. I will take care.”

She wore a chiffon saree and one of the blouses Savita had stitched. They had lunch, then a movie, and reached the park in the evening. After a while she asked,

“How should our house be.”

“You already saw ours.”

“Not the native one. I am asking about Pune. You will not keep me in a rental forever.”

“We should get one here too. First we earn more.”

“Forget the money. I saw an apartment ad.”

“I like independent ones.”

“Like our native place. Better.”

“Yes. We can build more rooms as the kids come.”

“You are sounding dangerous. My body will have limits.”

“No limit for me.”

“Just love me enough for three kids. No more.”

“Let’s see.”

“No. Back to the house. Say I manage the money. Why not now.”

“I am not taking it from your parents.”

“I never said my parents.”

“Then how.”

“We earn. We can take a loan. Your grandfather’s last wish was this. Your mother called me today.”

“Now I see where this is coming from.”

“Your girl cannot dream a home.”

“You dream it. I will get it for you.”

“Is that a yes.”

“Yes. We start looking tomorrow.”

The next evening in the park she opened the house ads she had saved. He took the phone so he could see them. A notice slid down from Kunal, a picture. She cleared that chat every night. This one had arrived in his hand.

She flicked the notice to push it away. Her thumb opened it.

A retired heavyweight champion sat with the Zorro actress at a Miami bar, drinks in front of them. Rohan spread two fingers and the faces grew. Fear went through her. She was shy of his eyes on them, and she was angry at Kunal for sending it into Rohan’s hand.

“Kunal did not say he met celebrities in his trip.”

“Maybe you did not ask.”

She watched the top of the screen. If Kunal wrote what he wrote at night, Rohan would read it.

“True that.”

Another picture came before she could get the phone. He opened it. The same two were dancing, his hand on her waist.

Rohan assumed he was watching celebrities. She could only see her pussy and Kunal’s cock close like that. His zooming flooded her with shame.

“I did not know they were in a relationship.”

“No. They just met for a night, it seems.”

“How did you know.”

“How else. He only said.”

“Cool.”

He stayed in the chat. More pictures arrived, closer. His thigh was between her legs. Her chest was against his shirt.

She was shy of it. The anger had gone hot. Juice gathered in her panties. She kept her hands in her lap.

“They both look made for each other, no.”

“I don’t think they are a match.”

“Are you kidding. See how they move in the dance floor.”

“Maybe. It is all his tricks.”

The next picture was a kiss. His thumb hit the heart.

“Why did you react,” she asked sharply.

“Sorry.”

Her cheeks were red. He thought it was anger. She was embarrassed. She was scared the heart would make Kunal say something. He would think she wanted him.




He tried to defend himself. “Won’t you even give a heart for his pictures.”

She wanted to defuse it and get the phone back. “I do. It is ok. If you are done watching them, let’s head home.”

He gave the phone back. She put it in her handbag quickly. The fear left her. The anger was still there, and her panties were still slick.

Isha lay in bed and opened her phone. Kunal had already written. A minute passed between each message.

“I knew it. There is soft corner in your heart.”

“You can’t be mad at them.”

“They are meant to tango.”

She started typing. Her replies left one after another.

“Idiot.”

“Brainless.”

“Don’t you have any sense.”

Kunal was stunned. Before he could answer the first, the other two had come.

“Hold on. You were the one. You hearted the pic.”

“That was not me.”

He understood who had done it, and what had happened. “I thought you will be home by then.”

“You don’t know how embarrassed I was.”

“What did he say.”

“He thinks you met them. Thank God I took the phone before your text.”

He sent reel after reel of couples, a man apologizing to a woman, over and over.

She had cooled. A few of them tempted her to send a laughing face. She did not.

“Enough apology. Maintain the story. They were in a one night stand, and you met them.”

“Ok. No worries. How is Cathy today.”

“She started crying after you embarrassed her.”

“You are lying. Show me.”

“No way.”

“Come on. You don’t know how much Tyson is missing her. Pretty please.”

She looked at her pussy. Juice from the park was still there, and more of it ran while he flirted. She raised her nighty. She lowered the phone, took the picture, and sent it.

“See. How much tears.”

He laughed at the picture. He could see how horny she was.

“Shall I send Tyson to console her.”

Since Sneha left on Friday she had been home alone, cursing herself for not taking the vibrator from Kunal’s room.

“I don’t want Tyson. Send Dyson.”

“Who is that.”

“He posed with Cathy last time. Should be in your drawer.”

He understood. “Anything for Cathy.”

“Only for Cathy. Nothing for me?”

“You have Rohan.”

[sakurasan]

Please send bigger update brother

Boss, u r a senior member. 

Right now, I see literally no feedback on the story. 

I thought bigger posts is the reason no one responds. Maybe I am dumping too many. Thought better to split in parts and post more than once a week.

what do you really think I should be doing. I am thinking to take a break from posting too.

[sakurasan]

Chapter 15 Other Lips — Part 2

Monday Kunal handed her a bag. She carried it home and opened it on the bed. She went through the kasavu, then the lehenga. The vibrator was under them. She held it. She was happy.

The first time had left her sore for weeks. The second time was not that sore, and it was gone in a week. Her pussy had started asking for more, and she had something to feed it.

In the evenings she and Rohan went house hunting and met builders.




Tuesday morning Kunal asked her out for a movie. She refused outright.

Wednesday morning he said she had promised being friends, and asked why she was not coming to the movie. She said they could go on Saturday with Rohan. He said they would go to a different movie then, and he asked her to tell him honestly if she was bored. All she said was yeah, but. He said he would ask Rohan. She told him no. She would ask Rohan herself.

On WhatsApp he sent two matinee tickets for next day, corner seats, for an old romance. Either they both went or the tickets were a waste.

In the car she showed Rohan the tickets for his reaction. He said it was a good idea.

Thursday she came down dressed for the bike. Kunal knew the movie was on.

The hall had a few heads in the front rows. Their corner was empty around them. She was in a loose cotton shirt and jeans, the shirttail out, a bra under the shirt. The movie started.

Kunal’s arm came around her back. His hand went under the shirttail and up the front, onto her bra. He found a nipple through the cloth and played with it. She laughed.

His other hand came up under the shirt and took the second nipple. Both stood into the bra. She leaned back into his arm so he could keep them.

He took her wrist and set her palm on the crotch of his jeans. She pulled it away and laughed.

“Watch the movie.”

He set her hand back. She pulled it away and tapped the armrest. The third time she left her palm there. Her fingers curved over him.




“See that woman,” he said.

“That evil stepmom.”

“Yes. That is you in Tyson Cathy love story.”

“I am caring sister for Cathy.”

“No. You are only cruel to Cathy. She begs you to be with Tyson every night.”

“She is brainless. But I am there to care for her.”

He heard the brainless begging, and his cock came up hard under her hand. She gripped him through the denim.

“If you are not evil, then console Tyson.”

He opened his jeans, took his cock out into her grip, and covered her hand and his cock with his t-shirt.

She drew her fist from the base to the head. Her thumb passed over the head, and a bead stood there. She brought her fist back down the length. He laughed into her hair. His hand left one breast, opened her jeans, and slid into her panties. He rubbed her clit. She opened her knees and kept that long stroke. They forgot the movie, busy with each other.

He stayed on her clit. Juice ran over his fingers. Her fist went the length of him again, base to head and back down. A man in the front row coughed. She laughed and kept hold of him.

The interval lights came on. Their hands stopped.

When the film started again, her fist moved under the t-shirt and his fingers went back to her clit. She tightened her grip. His hips pushed into her fist. As the movie’s climax approached, his fingers rubbed quicker. She came on his hand, her eyes closed, her teeth on her lip, her thighs tight on his wrist. Her fist stopped.

He waited for it to move again. She was still holding him. The film ended and the lights came on.

His hand came out of her jeans. She let go. They fastened their jeans, and his t-shirt fell back over his cock.

On the way out he pinched her ass.

“You owe Tyson one.”

“Tyson has so many to take care.”

“But he only cares about Cathy and maybe her sister.”

Saturday Isha and Rohan had already seen a few houses. In the car she asked, “So far. Which one you like.”

Rohan said, “Most in market are apartments and joint buildings.”

“We did see empty plots.”

“But they will not be ready by our wedding.”

“I like this thinking.”

He said, “Yes. I wish we start our married life in new home from day one.”

“We will get it. God takes care of good hearts like you.”

“Like us,” he said.

“I am not sure. But ok.”

He said, “I spoke with a broker. He said he has something we might like.”

“So we are going there.”

“Yes.”

They reached an unfinished building. It was huge. The broker was waiting at the gate. He walked them through. The parking was wide. Two floors of concrete were up. The walls and the rest were still to come.




“Ji. This place looks huge. Sure on the price,” Rohan said.

“Yes, bhai. Owner is in money trouble. He needs to sell. So he is giving all this for land price.”

“Documents are clean,” Isha said.

“Yes, didi. You can check before any advance.”

“Then how it is not already sold.”

“Owner want full payment one time. His state is like that.”

Rohan heard the owner was in trouble, and he was already thinking of this house.

Isha liked the size. The walls were still theirs to finish. She wanted the papers sure before she went further.

“How long to finish the rest,” Rohan said.

“Funds keep coming, we finish well before Diwali.”

“We will think,” Isha said.

That evening in the park she sat on his lap and leaned back into his chest.

“I like that place,” he said. “I can see you there. Our door. You coming out in the morning.”

“These are lies. I know why you like that place.”

She kept his hand on her lower belly and kissed him. “You wanted to fill the place with little Rohans.”

“And little Ishas. That is true. But that does not make the other line a lie.”

“Even I like it. We can tailor it. And it can still be ready in time.”

“We can have lots of guest rooms for our parents.”

“It is good. But don’t dream on it until we verify. Praveen can help. This is his practice.”

“Your word is command for me. Let us forward the papers to Advocate Praveen. Hope I get a family discount.”

“My brother will not charge. I might charge you in kisses.”

Monday morning Kunal held her hands and would not let her go home.

“Come out with me for lunch.”

The biryani was her first try, and she had made more than she and Rohan could eat. She would rather feed Kunal than waste it.

“Come home. I made biryani.”

She put Sneha’s keycard in his hand. “Use the stairs. After five minutes.”

He waited, came up the stairs, and opened the door with the keycard. Isha was waiting in the hall.

“Did anyone see you.”

“Other than the ghosts on the stairs, no one.”

He smelled the biryani. The spice in it was too little. He went to the kitchen. Isha opened the cooker. She tasted. He tasted after her. The salt was short, and so were the spices.

“Poor Rohan. You are feeding him like this every day.”

“Today is bad. The other days were ok.”

“No worries. Give me five minutes.”

He switched the stove on. He put oil, salt, and more spices in the pan and mixed that through the rice. Then he held out the spoon. They both tasted.

“Wow. I didn’t know you were good with a spatula too.”

“I am Lata Ma’s prodigy.”

“I should have been training with her by now.”

“It is going to happen one day. Now let’s eat.”

They watched TV after lunch. By three he stood up.

“I have work now.”

“Ok. Leave.”

“You are forgetting.”

She kissed him and sent him off. She packed the leftover biryani and started getting ready for the park.

At the park he ate, and he asked for more.

“This is really good, Isha.”

She looked at him. He had said her food was good before, for her sake. This time he meant it. He was already eating the next serving.

Should I tell him Kunal fixed it, she thought. He is finally appreciating my cooking. Why bring that idiot in.

Next morning Isha came out of the bath. She could hear movement in the hall. Is it a rat, she thought. She tied a towel around herself and came out.

A man was at the TV with his back to her. For a second she was shocked. Kunal turned when the door opened. He laughed. She saw his face and relaxed.

“What are you doing here.”

“Setting up my Mac and PS5 on your TV.”

“That I can see. But why.”

“We are both free and lonely. Let’s just hang out.”

“Sneha will not approve.”

“I know she is not coming back this vacation. Her room was empty.”

“How did you get in. Someone might have seen you. I will get in trouble.”

“You gave me the keycard yesterday. I used a face mask on the stairs today.”

“Now give me the key. You take these back when you leave today.”

He handed it over. “Ok. You are good looking in a towel.”

She took the key, went to her room, and shut the door fast.

These days she put clothes on only to meet Kunal by the tree or Rohan in the park. The rest of the time it was Dyson and her, naked, nothing between them. She picked a nightie and came out.

Kunal followed her to the kitchen. They talked while she cooked.

“Your mother didn’t teach you cooking.”

“She is a busy teacher. She only cooks very simple food. It has to be quick.”

“I used to stay with Rohan on vacations. I even crashed there for a few months between jobs. Rohan and me used to hang out in the kitchen with Ma.”

“She is that good.”

“More than we can imagine. I will teach you, so you are not a novice when you meet her.”

He moved behind her and held her hands. His cock rubbed her back. When he bent over the pan, it hit her ass.

In the hall he edited a pregnancy shoot. The couple was naked. The nudity was artistic, not erotic. She liked watching the frames. Then she read the papers the broker had sent.

After lunch he switched on a game.

“Does Rohan play with you.”

“Yes. It was a gold time. But not now.”

“What happened.”

“You happened.”

“He has matured. Maybe you should too.”

“Maturity is a myth. I am not falling for it.”

“How long can you chase girls like this. You need to mature and settle down some day.”

“Never happening. Now give me a hand.”

He gave her a controller. It was her first time. He taught her the basics. She learned fast. They played together. She sucked at it. She loved it anyway.




By three he stood up again. She kissed him and put the keycard back in his pocket.

“Then I don’t have to pack.”

“Someone has to teach me cooking. But.”

“Go on.”

“Only you should come. I don’t want Tyson here.”

“Zip is the word. He will never come out.”

The day went really well, she thought. Getting dressed is not that big a deal.

[sakurasan]

Chapter 15 Other Lips — Part 3

The next three days went by in a blink. It got sharpest at the stove.

“We are going to play Ratatouille.”

“Don’t pull my hair.”

His hands went in through the shoulder holes of her sleeveless gown. His palms pushed her bra cups down and caught her nipples.

“This is my controller. From now, my orders come only through this.”

“Let’s calibrate.” She winked.

He shifted her left boob toward the salt. Her left hand followed.

“Did I do it right.”

He pressed that nipple. Her fingers closed on the salt box.

“Ouch. Press lightly.”

He pressed again, lighter. He pulled her left boob in the direction of the pan. Her left hand carried the box that way. He kept pulling.

“Should I keep going till you put my boob in the center.”

He tapped once, light.

He drew her right boob in a small circle. Her left hand moved.

He pressed the left nipple harder.

“Ouch. Wrong hand.”

She moved the spoon to her right. He drew the right boob again. Her right hand followed. He tapped once, light.

He used both. The left boob took her left hand to the salt. The right kept the spoon turning. A light press on the left dropped salt into the stir. Her nipples stood stiff under his fingers. She was wet. She finished the dish with his hands still on both boobs.


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After that she wore a crop top to cook. She started getting the hang of it. By the second day she lifted the top above her boobs before he came into the kitchen.

In the evenings Rohan tasted the food and kept praising it.

“This is really good. Yesterday also. This vacation is doing you real good. You are learning so much.”

Only my boobs know how much work this took, she thought.

“All inspiration from your Ma.”

After Rohan finished the boxes, they started their house hunt talks. He came around again to the same building they had seen on Saturday. She said she had read the parent documents and they were looking fine. Once her brother confirmed after legal verification, they would see. In between those talks she used video game references here and there. Rohan heard them and understood Kunal was spending more time talking with her in the mornings. Rohan assumed they were still by the tree. He had no idea Kunal had already entered the flat.

Friday late afternoon Kunal and Isha came back from the market. She was in a t-shirt and jeans for the bike.

“I have no shoot today. I will leave after I arrange these and wash the utensils.”

“Thanks. But Rohan should be coming now. Let me go change.”

“This dress is nice. Why change.”

“Rohan always sees me in a saree.”

“I am saying the same. Give my brother some variety.”

Kunal had a point. Rohan had always told her to dress the way she liked. She stayed in the t-shirt and jeans.

Isha got into the car. Her boobs stood more freely than they did in a blouse. Rohan was happy to see them, and he looked at her chest the whole way. At the park she sat with his head in her lap.

“Do you like my dress.”

“They are fine.”

“I saw the drool in the car. Don’t act like you noticed nothing.”

“Yes. It is as good as a saree. But by now, in a saree, my head would be inside the pallu, playing with your belly button.”

“Who is stopping you.”

She took the end of the t-shirt and pulled it over his face. The cloth held him tight against her stomach. He licked her tummy.




“Stop it. It is tickling.”

He moved his head up instead. His face went between her boobs and met the bra cups, still under the shirt. He turned from one cup to the other, his open mouth and his nose rubbing the skin between them and the cloth of the cups. Each turn pressed his cheek into one cup and then the other. The shirt hid him and showed the shape of his head moving.

“Someone might see us.”

“My fiancée. My head. I am not stopping.”

He stayed there, shaking his face between the cups, until his neck tired and sweat ran from his hair down her ribs. He pulled his head out. His face was red and wet.

That night she wrote to him.

“The pictures from the studio evenings.”

“Yes. You still have not shown me.”

“I thought I will gift it on honeymoon.”

“Oh. That sexy, is it.”

“Dirty fellow. Just different dresses. That is all.”

She sent the tight T-shirt and jeans from the studio. He opened it. He had already come to that frame on other nights. He typed.

“I am getting hungry.”

“Why.”

“You look so delicious to eat.”

“You want more.”

“Are you kidding. I need all of it.”

She sent the crop top. Her belly was bare, the navel in the frame.

“God. Send the next one also.”

She sent the cocktail dress, the slit high on her thigh. He sent a gif of a man drooling, and she sent Wonder Woman. He sent the gif where a heart bursts out of a shirt. She sent Supergirl after it. He sent a gif with hearts for eyes. He was in bed. He took his cock in his hand and came before he typed.

That weekend they went back to the building. They walked each area and painted the walls in their imagination, saying what the space could be.

Monday afternoon she hugged Kunal for the goodbye kiss. He held her tight. He had missed her all weekend, and his hands went all over her back. She was in a gown. He pressed her ass. There were no panties.

“I want a different kiss.”

“What can be different in a kiss.”

“Close your eyes. I will show you.”

She closed them.

He crossed his arms, took her hips, and lifted her upside down. The gown slid and piled on his hands at her hips. Her ass and her cunt were bare in the air. Her legs went every way. Her hands closed on his hips. His cock stood hard under his clothes.




“What the hell are you”

His mouth was on her cunt before she could finish.

He licked her in one long stroke, from the bottom of her slit to the top. She heard it, wet. The first taste was salt and warm skin, only a thin film.

“Ahh.”

“Is Cathy liking it.”

He licked her again. A clear wet came onto his tongue, light, still salt. No mouth had been on her pussy before.

“Ahh. Ahh. Yes.”

“That is Tyson. Kiss him. Cathy is getting hers.”

Her open mouth found his cock through the cloth. She kissed the hard length of it.

“Mmm.”

He licked her again, and her hips jerked in his hands.

“Ahh. Kunal. Ahh.”

They went on like that. Her arms hurt from holding his hips. He kept her up. Then she said, “Suck me. Ahh. Suck Cathy.”

He sucked. His lips sealed around her clit. She heard the pull. He drew on her until the juice ran thicker, sweet under the salt, and filled his mouth. He swallowed.

“Ahh. Don’t stop. Ahh.”

“Not stopping. Cathy is pouring.”

He sucked again. She forgot the world. Her fingers dug into his hips. She moaned.

“Mmm. Ahh. Mmm.”

It went on. She hung in his arms. Then she said, “Inside. Ahh. Your tongue. Ahh.”

He pushed his tongue into her and fucked her with it. Each push went in wet. Inside, she was hotter. The taste went heavy, thick cream coating his tongue.

“Ahh. Inside. Ahh. Ahh.”

“Cathy wants the tongue. Take it.”

Cream kept coming onto his tongue. Each push touched a different part of her pussy, and each one felt like she was coming.

I will need a mouth on me always, she thought. This is the same pleasure as fucking, and there is no pain. This is not baby making. So it is not really sex. It gives so much pleasure. Why should you even stop doing this.

She locked her legs behind his head. Her thighs closed on his neck like a vice and pulled his face in. He worked his face with his tongue. His nose hit her asshole each time his head moved, and she came.

“Kunal. Ahh. I am. Ahh.”

She shook. She kept moaning.

“Ahh. Ahh. Ahh.”

When it passed, Kunal put her on the sofa. She looked at him like someone high on drugs.

“Thanks,” Isha said.

He laughed. He tapped her pussy and pulled the gown down. “You owe Tyson two times now.”

He left.

[sakurasan]

@sakurasan, I would love to see a flashback on how they introduce the terms Cathy and Tyson, as well as the Cathy and Tyson story. Adds some nice, sweet, sexy content.

One thing that can become concerning is that the story is managing two channels:
1. Love story with the Rohan wanting the best for Isha and all of the pleasure to her -- someone that is a wonderful person [wimp or not], and
2. Isha having the fun (without him knowing as far as she is concerned, so it is cheating from her, instead of ethical non-monogamy).

Since you haven't touched on any of her inner conflicts yet, maybe there is an opportunity here to get these reconciled between the Isha and Rohan? Isha talks about "sometimes I had dirty thoughts before you proposed", or "I had a disgusting dream where someone did... chee..." Slowly bring them together when they are super horny (that is the right time, and he can also blurt out things, and if he blurts out Kunal's name, she can say, "seriously"). There can also be some revelations where she is keeping notes for herself or sending to Kunal telling about how she needs to tell Rohan.

Once I had a smart girl tell me before any physical stuff happened, "I'd stay monogamous even if I have an impotent husband," (she had many bf's but serial monogamy). I feel that I should have said, "If I were impotent, I'd encourage my wife to take a lover," but I just stayed silent. Anyway, people can have different life styles as long as they want as long as they don't hurt anyone. In the days of Cornell frat parties, a loving couple pulling a bull into their life is a nothingburger.

Without reconciliation between Isha and Rohan, there is a danger of the story taking a quick short-cut ending. Something like Tollywood/Kollywood movies, where there is a large, almost heart-breaking drama till last ten minutes, then everyone reconciles, the groom in the wedding changes, and the entire party celebrates like it is perfectly normal :) [real life will be a postponed wedding and the parents of bride and groom finding that their stars don't match :D, or they have to relocate to another state or country]

Tyson and Cathy start from chapter 14. Did u miss that?


Thanks for showing so much interest in this story. If I respond on plot points, it will become spoiler. I don’t want to do that. But I can assure you I have the full plot in my head and hope it comes out nice.

[sakurasan]

More than fair enough and thank you very much for the quick response.

About Tyson and Dyson, I did read a few times before posting about it. The first mention ever of the terms is when she says, "Your Tyson is dead". Same with Cathy. You already had dialog of cat and chicken, so a reader can assume it is background dialog then.

If I may say so without it looking like flattery, the story is well written, so small continuity items also get noticed.

Keep doing the great work.

Thanks for the compliment. Keeps me going.


That is the start for those names based on the actions they did at that time. No background dialogues

[sakurasan]

Chapter 16 Line of Credit — Part 1

The next morning Isha woke with her thighs still tight from his neck. She took Dyson from the drawer and set it where his tongue had been. It buzzed. She held it there. The buzz felt thin after a mouth.

This thing only buzzes.

She switched it off and left it on the sheet.

When she came out of the bath she heard Kunal already in the hall. She wanted him to lick her again, and she was working out how to ask. She skipped the panties.

He was editing the pictures from his weekend work, his right hand on the mouse. She sat on his left and leaned her weight into him, her soft breasts on his biceps. She took that hand, set it on her thighs, and moved it nearer her pussy.

He looked at her when his palm touched her pussy through the gown.

“Cathy is on a hunt again.”

“She is missing her new friend. Lipson. From yesterday.”

His palm was still on her through the gown. No panties under it. She shifted, and the cloth dragged on her pussy.

“Oh really. I thought Cathy only dates Dyson.”

“They are in a break. He is jealous of Cathy’s new friend.”

“Lipson is Tyson’s accomplice.”

“So what.”

She turned into him. Her forehead came to his chest. Her hands spread on his chest.

He twisted her breasts through the gown. “Two outstanding. Lipson will not entertain Cathy till Tyson is paid.”

She looked at the floor. “Unlike Tyson, Cathy is lonely.”

“We are speaking only on what Cathy owes Tyson. You were cruel to ban Tyson here.”

She hugged his left arm with her whole front. Her breasts flattened on it. She drew the arm in until his forearm lay along her pussy, the gown the only thing between his skin and her slit. She rolled her hips once. The cloth stuck.

“Lipson is welcome here. Lipson is really safe.”

“No. Lipson needs justice for Tyson.”

She put her mouth on his neck and licked under his ear, and her tongue stayed on the beat of his pulse. “Why don’t you add it to the credit.”

He wanted his tongue in her. She was hooked on it, and the want pulled at his mouth. If he gave it now, she would not pay. He held still.

“Nothing doing. Till Tyson gets his justice.”

He took his arm back. He stood and went to the restroom. She stayed in the chair, his hand gone, her pussy hot against the cloth.

Late afternoon Kunal left the house for his evening shoot. Praveen called.

“The documents are good,” he said. “Ask Rohan to proceed if you wish.”

“Good. I have an idea. His birthday is coming.”

“Ok. You want a surprise for him.”

“Yes. Keep the work secret. We surprise him when everything is ready.”

“I will get it ready. I will start the price talk with the broker.”

That evening in the park she asked about the new buildings. He came back to the unfinished one.

“Did Praveen call. Has he verified the papers.”

“Yeah. He said he will contact the broker.”

“I have a good feel about that building.”

“Are you hundred percent sure. Only this one.”

“Yes. Hundred percent.”

“Ok then. We stop the hunt till Praveen finalise what we should do.”

“Sounds right.”

The next morning she woke sure of the day. She was going to get his mouth on her. She put on a bra and a T-shirt that ended just under her ass. No panties. No bottoms.

Kunal let himself in. She was in the kitchen.

“You cook today.”

He took the pan and got the oil hot. She got onto the counter across from him and sat with her legs crossed, the T-shirt lying over her lap. Her legs were bare from the hem down, long and shaped, the thighs smooth where the shirt ended. He stole a look at her calf while he turned the onions, then a longer one at her thigh. She noticed. She shook one foot, then the other, and the crossed leg bounced until his eyes came back and stayed.




“How much chilli,” he said, looking at her thighs.

She uncrossed. The shirt stayed where it was, and her pussy was open to him, level with his waist, the lips full and parted, the slit bare. She held them apart for that look.

“Normal,” she said, and crossed the other leg over.

She is showing you on purpose. Don’t fall. One lick and Tyson never comes out.

He put his eyes back on the pan.

Later he was at the computer. She went to the cupboard under the television and bent in on her knees, reaching to the back as if a charger had rolled there. The T-shirt climbed and stayed at her waist. Her ass was bare and tipped at him. Her pussy showed between her thighs, the lips soft and a little open. She knew the picture she was making. She stayed in the bend for minutes. Her hand moved things she did not need to move. She kept the beg silent. Come here. Put your mouth on me.

He tried the monitor. He tried the far wall. His eyes came back and locked on her pussy. The inner lips had gone slick and caught the light when she shifted. He heard the small sound of that shift, and the sound went to his mouth like a call. His cock was hard. He pulled the keyboard onto his lap, set it over the swell, and squeezed his cock under the keys.

She is waiting for you to break, he thought. Stay under the keyboard. Do not get up.

“Found it,” she said, and came up with the charger. He had not looked away once she bent.

She sat on his left again. Each time she reached for her phone the hem rode her hip, and her crotch was bare beside his arm. When his eyes went there she drew the shirt down. The next reach put it up again. She did it three times, and each time she waited until he was looking.

She was playing the hem. He pulled his eyes to her face, and they dropped to the bare crotch again. His hands stayed on the keys.

In the afternoon she set a ladder at the loft.

“Hold it.”

He held the rails at the height of his chest. She climbed, and the first thing in his face was her ass. Both cheeks were bare, round, and close enough that he saw the cleft and the soft underside where they met her thighs. The want to bite landed in his mouth. He brought his face in until his lips were a breath from the left cheek.




She took one step down. Her full ass settled on his face. His nose went into the cleft. His mouth was buried in warm skin, and for that moment his whole face was in her ass. She shifted, a small roll, and the shift brought her pussy toward his lips. He came back to himself. He knew what she was asking. He turned his face out to the side.

She climbed again. One foot stayed on a lower rung and the other went up, and the split opened her. He saw her pussy lips, full, a little parted, the inner pink waiting. They looked ready for his tongue. He closed his eyes.

“Got it,” she said.

She came down. His eyes stayed shut until her feet were on the floor.

She turned for the kitchen. He watched her back go in, and he went down the back stairs to the bike.

How did she turn into such a hot cat in heat. In my wildest dream I am the one after her, and today I ran from my own goodbye kiss, because one minute more and my tongue is in her pussy and I am eating her like there is no tomorrow. Pretty please, she breaks before I do. I got nothing left.

She came out of the kitchen. Her pussy started shouting at her.

“Can’t you even seduce a womanizer like Kunal.”

“What talent do you have.”

“We should go nuke tomorrow.”

“I need to get licked one way or another.”

The next morning Kunal was in the hall. She walked out of her room in a crop top and nothing else. The top ended at her ribs. From there down she was bare.

His stomach rose to his throat. His cock stood up hard, and the pants showed all of it. The shaft made a thick line. The head pushed a round shape at the cloth. He sat on the sofa.

She stepped between his knees and brought her pussy level with his eyes. A finger came out of her, shining from inside, and she played that finger along his chin. The lips stayed a little open where the finger had been.

“What you want for breakfast,” she said.

He answered. She took her finger off his chin and went to make it.

After breakfast she sat in the single seater at the end of the sofa, turned toward him. She was quiet for a moment. He looked along the sofa, away from her.

“What new shoot you are working.”

He answered. The question pulled his eyes to her, and the next second they were on her hips. Whenever his eyes left her, she waited a minute and asked the next one, and his eyes came back to her.

She stood and went to the kitchen, one foot set in front of the other. Her hips rolled. Each step lifted a cheek, and the cleft opened when her weight moved. She came back on that same walk. She went to her room and came back the same way. He watched her cross the hall again and again. For the first time in his life he felt he would cum in his pants just from the bounce of her ass cheeks.

She came out of her room with Dyson in her hand. She sat in the single seater, leaned back, and raised her legs off the floor. Her knees fell wide. Her pussy was open toward him, the lips parted, the slit bare. She switched Dyson on and set the head on her clit. She rubbed it there.

“What is this show,” he said.

“Lipson will not entertain Cathy. Dyson is rubbing her.”

“In the hall. You are cruel.”

“Cathy’s home. She will sit open if she wants.”

He could not take the teasing anymore. He decided to fold his hand.

“That’s it. Bring Cathy here.”

“Debt is open. Lipson will still lick.”

“Tyson told him, eat. No debt books in the family.”

[sakurasan]

Wow! That’s some tease. The writing is excellent. This seems not typical of your style of cuckold erotica but excellent. I was waiting for Rohit involvement in the story as your previous story including scenes of humiliation, creampie cleaning etc but this is something new & nice from you. Really enjoying your writing and to be honest, your thread is only one of the two threads I am eagerly following on this site. Thank you sir!

Thanks bro. This means a lot

[sakurasan]

Chapter 16 Line of Credit — Part 2

They smiled at each other. She stood with Dyson still inside her pussy. She climbed onto the sofa, set a foot on each side of his hips, and brought her pussy to his face. He pulled Dyson out of her.

She bent her knees and sat her pussy on his mouth. Both hands took his hair.

“Eat me now.”

His tongue came out and stayed broad. She rolled her hips and dragged her pussy across it. Her lips opened over his mouth. Her clit caught his upper lip and she made a raw sound, not a word.

Each drop ended in a slap of her on his lips. When she rose, his tongue left her hole with a sticky sound. A shine sat on his mouth. Her taste was sharp. It turned thick and ran over his chin onto his shirt.

“Haah. Stay. Cathy is fucking you.”

“Take him,” he said into her clit, and the words buzzed there.

She held his head and drove her hole onto his tongue, so deep the tongue had to bend inside her. His cock strained in his pants.

Her thighs shook against his ears. She shoved her pussy hard onto his face and came. It spilled over his lip and down his chin. She kept his hair.

“Again. Haah.”

She lifted an inch. He gasped. She sat before the gasp finished, and she put more of her weight on his mouth. His nose went into her and his air stopped. She felt the fight in his neck and rose just enough for one breath, then sat hard again.

She sawed her clit along the flat of his tongue. Then she dropped. The tongue went deep. She rolled her hips so it pressed one side of her and then the other.

“Nh. There. Do not help.”

He groaned. The groan went up into her.

“That sound. Again.”

He groaned into her clit. She came a second time and ground through it. Her hole clenched on his tongue.

“Eat,” she said. “Haah. Tyson said eat. So eat.”

He opened his mouth wider. Her pussy mashed to his face, his tongue deep, her clit on his lip. The third one took her hard.

She stayed down. His tongue was still inside her, and her pussy rested on his mouth while she shook.

She climbed down. He pushed her clear of the sofa and went into her bathroom.

She took her time walking to her room. The bathroom door was shut and locked. He was still inside. She put on a petticoat and went to cook lunch.

The afternoon passed like any other day. When he stood to leave, he opened his arms for the goodbye kiss.

She caught the petticoat and raised it to her waist. She lifted one leg and held the knee high.

“Kiss Cathy instead. She misses you more.”

He knelt on the floor. The raised leg opened her, and he kissed her pussy. Then he ate. His tongue pushed into her. His lips worked her clit. She heard his mouth on her. She kept one hand in his hair. Her standing leg buckled. He held her hip and stayed on his knees, eating her until she had that leg under her again.

Praveen had settled the price with the broker. He had told the broker about Isha’s surprise for Rohan, and asked him to act accordingly.

That evening she and Rohan went to the building again. The broker was not there yet. They walked the floors. Rohan unfolded a plan he had drawn, ruled and lettered the way he drew at work, the rooms she had asked for, and guest rooms for the parents.

“Can we book this place already,” he said.

“We will soon.”

“Any update from Praveen.”

“The documents are good. He is asking for the price.”

“Isn’t it already a good price.”

“This is why you are not negotiating. We are signing a lock agreement today.”

“Without an advance.”

“Ten thousand is good. Our broker trusts Praveen. He will lock this for us for at least a month.”

“Good. Are you still planning to come to my home for the weekend.”

“Everyone there is fine.”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“I am thinking of staying the full week. You do not mind.”

“I have to come back. I will miss you here. My mom will love it.”

The broker came through the gate. Isha handed him a cover.

“Praveen asked me to give you this.”

The cover held a demand draft for the advance, everything she had saved from her salary. The broker tucked it away. He held his phone out. Rohan sent ten thousand to the account on the screen. The broker gave them the signed lock agreement.

She came home happy. She bathed, and while she dried herself she saw yesterday’s bra hanging on the towel rod. She had left it on the pile. Someone else had moved it. She took it down. The cups were wet through. Then the smell reached her. It was his cum.

He had gone to her bathroom each time she teased him. The bra had been around his cock. He had come into the cup and hung it on the rod. She knew this smell. He had made her rub it into her breasts.

She put the wet bra on. His cum lay on her breasts inside the cups. She left the nighty on the peg and slept in the bra.

The next day she opened the door in a blouse and a petticoat and nothing else.

She lay on her back on the sofa. Kunal pushed the petticoat to her waist and put his mouth on her. She held his hair. His tongue stayed on her until her hips rose off the cushion and she came crying his name. She dropped back, loose. He went to the bathroom.

She waited at the door. He came out. She went in at once. The bra was on the rod, wet again. She took off the blouse and put the bra on. She came out in the petticoat and that bra.

“It is wet, no,” he said.

“I am not wasting the skincare.”

Late afternoon he helped her pack.

“Full week there. You sure.”

“Don’t worry. Cathy will be on monthly break anyway.”

“I will miss kiss and hug.”

“Don’t lie. You are taking your things also.”

“Yes. Why come till here for empty house.”

She sent him off. She bathed and got ready. Rohan came on time. They left for his native.

After he left for Pune on Monday, she sat with Lata and held out her phone. The building came up room after room. She had walked it with him already. She wanted to give it to him on his birthday, and she needed both of them. They would keep it until that day.

Lata went through the pictures once. When his father came in from the lane, she put the phone in his hand and told him Isha had found their house for Rohan’s birthday. He went through the rooms, gave the phone back, and asked who had checked the papers.

Isha called Praveen and put him on the speaker. His father leaned toward the phone. Praveen took him through the clean title, the price already written down, and the advance already paid. His father asked about the well, the road in, and the houses on either side, and Praveen stayed with him through the last question.

He finally agreed. He asked to see the building once before the registration. On Saturday his parents and Isha would come to Pune. She would show them the building, and they would go back the same day.

In Pune they had the old evening again, after a long time. They watched the news and said what they thought of it. A question had been nagging Rohan for more than a month. He took a deep breath and asked.

“Isha is doing well with my mom.”

“Who will not. Both are lovely people.”

“But it is at my expense. She has all my old stories, one after another.”

“Thank God. She does not know my stories.”

“I know every one of them.”

“You will not. We have bro code.”

“Bro code is active. So you should keep me in the light.”

“Fire away. Any question.”

“The third time. Has it happened.”

“Not yet.”

Kunal saw relief on Rohan’s face first. Then he saw the disappointment.

“But very soon. I am really close.”

He winked. Rohan sat forward.

“Oh. Really.”

“Yes. I can assure you. She is very happy with whatever I am doing.”

“That is the most important thing.”

“I know that. It is important to me because it is important to you.”

“After it happens, may I know. Not the details. Only if it happened.”

“Sure. How about a message with three thumbs up.”

“That will do.”

“After that you should not ask me. This time I am trying for the long game.”

“I promise on bro code. I will not ask.”

On Saturday Isha brought his parents to the building. They walked through it and came out happy. With the seller and the broker they went through the money and the dates.

“The day before his birthday,” Lata said. “That will be the most auspicious day.”

“That will be a better surprise too. He will not guess.”

The seller checked his calendar and said that day worked.

That night he called her.

“When you are coming back.”

“Few more days.”

“I know Ma cooks well.”

“Don’t forget her cupboard.”

“Yes. That too. But this week has been tough. I am missing you.”

“No need to miss too much. I am in Pune now.”

“Are you kidding.”

“I did a good one.”

Sunday he took her through their malls and into a theatre. He kissed her whenever an aisle was empty, and in the dark his mouth stayed on hers.




Monday, as soon as she woke up, she clicked the sunrise from her window and sent it to Kunal.




She bathed, and when she opened the door he was in the hall with his things already down.

He kissed her and pressed her ass. He gathered the gown in his hands and raised the hem. Once it was above her ass, he lifted the gown off and she raised her hands. He unhooked the bra at her back. She took it from between them and threw it down. He was in his trunks. He carried her to the dining table, laid her on her back, and took hold of her panties.

“Cathy is your breakfast.”

“Cathy is breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“She would love to be your all you can eat buffet.”

“One week hunger. Good day for Cathy.”

He drew the panties off and licked her pussy like a mad dog, face shoved in, tongue wide, groaning into her. He kept his face between her thighs until she came. It flooded his mouth and his chin. Then he stood. He picked up her bra, wiped his face, and took a step toward her room.

She felt guilty. He had stayed until she came, and now he was going to her room alone, still hard for her.

“Wait.”

He turned.

She got off the table, picked up her panties, and put them on.

“From now, if Cathy is covered, Tyson can come out.”

His eyes were bright. “Finally freedom.”

[sakurasan]

Dear author.

Please add more photoshoot scenes with Isha as model. This time bold shoot.

Bro, we had so many chapters of photoshoot. I do have a small plan for it in future but not for next 4 chapters

[sakurasan]

Chapter 16 Line of Credit — Part 3

She came to him and knelt. Her fingers took his trunks and pulled them down. His cock came out.

Her face was inches from it. The head was thick, the shaft heavy, a wet shine at the slit. She remembered the pleasure this cock had put in her. She petted it with her fingers, fond, the way she would hold something precious.

She licked him like a cone. Her tongue started at the head and went down to the base. The next lick ran beside that wet line, on skin that was still dry, and the next beside that, until spit lay on him in strips.

His hands rested on her head.

She took the head into her mouth. Her lips closed behind the ridge. She moved only that head in and out, her tongue under it, the shaft still in the air.

His hands firmed and he began to guide her.

Her jaw eased. He held her head and fed more of the shaft in, and the head stayed inside her mouth. He moved her as she had been moving. Each time a little more of him passed her lips.

The movement smoothed. The fear that her mouth would tear eased, and he put more in. He stopped going deeper when the tip touched her throat.

Then he held her head in both hands and fucked her mouth. He drew back until her lips caught the ridge, the head filling her mouth, and drove in over her tongue. Spit welled at the corner of her mouth and ran down the shaft. She took his thighs in her hands. Her lips stretched and shone around him. A wet sound came out of her with every drive. His fingers tightened in her hair. His balls drew up against her chin.

He groaned, pushed in, and came. Hot thick cum shot onto her tongue and filled her mouth. This time she could bear the taste. She held it.

They went to the bathroom together. She bent over the basin and spat what she could. He stepped into the shower.

Late afternoon he laid her on the sofa and put his mouth on her. He stayed there until she came. When she had her breath back, she reached for him.

“No. Not now.”

“Why.”

“This is a pity blowjob.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It should not be a return.”

“Then Tyson can stay in the cover itself.”

“We play for it.”

“What game.”

He downloaded a new wrestling game on the PS5. “This.”

“This is unfair. I am new to this.”

“I have never played it also. Practice in the night. Then it is a fair fight.”

“What then.”

“Winner gets the royal treatment. Till the next match.”

“If I lose, I will keep asking rematch.”

“One in the morning. One in the afternoon. No more.”

“Ok.” She shook his hand.

He made two characters, one for each of them, and set them as close to real as he could.

“I don’t have that big ass.”

“You exactly have that big ass. Thunderthighs.”

“Hate it. What is yours.”

“Ironrod.”

“That is worse.”

Tuesday, after breakfast, Kunal held out a matching set in spandex. Hers was two pieces, cut like a bikini. His was shorts.

“I thought we are playing on the console.”

“We can still dress for it.”

“Everything is a game for you.”

She took her pieces and went to her room. She came back in them. He was on the floor in only the shorts, and the game was on the TV.

She sat beside him, her shoulder against his.

“Let’s begin. Thunderthighs taking on Ironrod,” he said, loud.

She leaned toward the screen and hit the buttons with both thumbs. He played with one hand. On the first move she threw him down.

“I practiced till midnight.”




“Good. I want you sharp when you lose.”

“When you lose.”

He sat forward, caught her, and slammed her down. The round was his.

“One round,” she said. “There are three.”

“Practice. Stretch your jaws.”

“Not yet.”

Next round she watched his thumbs. He went for the same slam. She got free, threw him into the ropes, and put him on the mat. He went quiet, then he laughed.

“You watched my hands.”

“You did the same slam.”

“One each. Last round.”

They both leaned in. She pressed into his arm. He got her down and pinned her.

She put the controller down. Her mouth stayed turned down.

“Floor. Take Tyson out.”

She knelt in front of him and pulled his cock out of the shorts.

She sucked him with her face down. That afternoon, and both matches on Wednesday, he won on the last round. She could feel how close she was. She spat in the basin when it was over. Those evenings she asked Rohan to drop her soon. She told him dinner had to be cooked. He dropped her, and each night she raised the difficulty.

Thursday morning he took the last round again. By now his cock felt at home in her mouth. When he came, she kept it there until it went down, and she swallowed all of it.

“You take Tyson well.”

That afternoon she won all three rounds. She put him on his back on the floor and rode his face.

“Loser. From now Tyson is not coming out.”

She rode him all afternoon. He tried to get up and finish himself in the bathroom. She held him down.

“No relief for Tyson. Your rule.”

“I was distracted today,” he said. “Tomorrow Tyson will avenge.”

The next morning he put on spandex cut like briefs, with a V at the front. His cock showed through the cloth in one line, thick as a cucumber.

“Time to finish Thunderthighs.”

“Ironrod is going to melt again today.”

“So confident. Best of five. Winner gets a week. No stops.”

“Poor Tyson is going to curse you.”

“Let’s see.”

He took the first round, and the second. She was sweating.

“It is too hot today.”

She took her top off. In the next round, when he had her close to a pin, she leaned in and her hard nipple brushed his arm. She took the round. In the one after, her nipple crossed his back, and she took that round too.

“You are cheating.”

“You started it. See Tyson. He is erect in your briefs.”

“Ok.”

He moved her to one end of the sofa and sat at the other. He set pillows between them.




The last round went long. He won it.

“This is not fair. We should play again in the afternoon.”

“You agreed.”

“No. You cannot change it like this.”

“Ok. New position today. You cooperate, we play in the afternoon.”

“What position.”

“You will know. Deal.”

“I have no choice. Yes.”

“Bedroom.”

“You know the rules.”

“Keep Cathy inside. Now move.”

She lay on her back on her bed. He pulled his briefs off and knelt over her head. His knees pressed the mattress on either side of her, and he looked along her body to her feet. His cock stood over her chest. He reached between his thighs and bent it back toward her face. The shaft kept a hard curve in his fist. He put the head between her lips.

The head filled her mouth. She had his ass in her eyes. He pushed in once. The curved shaft slid on her tongue until the head met the back of her mouth, and his balls settled on her nose. She moaned at the weight of them. He groaned at the grip of her lips on that curve. When she had knelt for him, his balls met her chin and the cock went in straight. This stroke stopped the head at the back of her mouth.

He drew the head out of her mouth.

“You fine?”

“Your balls are blocking my nose.”

He shifted his balls on her nose until her nostrils were clear.

“Fine now?”

“Ok.”

He leaned forward, his hips still over her face, and took her breasts in his hands. He pinched a nipple. Her mouth opened.

“Ah.”

He pushed his cock in. The shaft slid on her tongue. She moaned. He groaned and drew back until her lips caught the ridge, then pushed in again. The head met the back of her mouth. Spit ran from the corners of her lips down her cheeks. Her hands held his thighs. He pulled on her nipples, and she moaned. The wet sound came out of her each time the head met the back of her mouth.

The pull was too much. She pushed his fingers off her nipples. He leaned forward along her body until his face was level with her crotch, and his weight came down on her. His chest lay on her stomach. The hard curve of his cock eased, and it lay in her mouth. She worked her jaws on the shaft.

“So heavy.”

“Bear it.”

“Kiss Cathy.”

He kissed the front of her bikini bottom. His mouth was hot through the cloth. She moaned around his cock, and the sound went into him. He groaned.

“I smell Cathy.”

“She wet the cloth.”

He pulled the crotch aside and held the cloth there. He kissed her lower lips. A shiver went through her thighs.

“You cannot do that.”

He licked between those lips. She was slick on his tongue. A bead ran onto his lip.

“Unlike you. I am generous.”

He held the cloth aside and licked her open, broad, then with the point of his tongue. The taste was sharp. Her jaws tightened on his cock. He groaned into the lick, and she felt that groan in her. His weight held her hips down when they tried to rise. Her breath came short under his chest.

“So good,” she said around his cock.

“Good. Cum now.”

She sucked him between those breaths. The head was thick on her tongue. Her hands tightened on his thighs. Salt from his skin sat on her tongue with her own spit.

He groaned into her. The groan reached her clit before his tongue did. Then his tongue was on it. Her hips pressed up into his mouth and met the weight.

“Eat,” she got out around his cock. “Tyson said eat.”

He took her hips in his hands and held her to his mouth. The cloth stayed bunched at one side. She stayed on his tongue. Her stomach shifted under his chest with each short breath, and she drew on his cock in the same pull.

He stayed on her clit. His tongue pressed. She shook. Precum came onto her tongue, and she tasted it. His cock swelled against her tongue. Her thighs closed on his ears.

“I can feel all of you.”

“No stops.”

His tongue did not leave her. Another shiver took her thighs. Her lower lips tightened on his tongue. His cock swelled again in her mouth. She moaned around him. The doorbell rang.

They both froze. It rang again.

He rolled off her. His cock left her mouth.

“Do not come out,” she said.

She put on a nightgown, went to the door, and looked through the door eye.



Sweat came on her again. She gathered the clothes in the hall and dropped them in the wash basket.

[sakurasan]

Is there any chance of Isha and Kunal have threesome with someone other

Bro, Love triangle story. No fourth person getting into the sex. Not in plan for this story.

[sakurasan]

Super update. Give something to Rohan. Tyson is stretching cathy every time. She can't feel wimp Rohan cock inside her after marriage. Let them make him a complete cuck and spectator of the adventure and make him lick and drink her well fucked pussy..

Good ideas.

[sakurasan]

Super update. Give something to Rohan. Tyson is stretching cathy every time. She can't feel wimp Rohan cock inside her after marriage. Let them make him a complete cuck and spectator of the adventure and make him lick and drink her well fucked pussy..

Good ideas. Will take whatever suits this story.

[sakurasan]

Good ideas. Keep them coming. Few are already in plan.

[sakurasan]

Chapter 17 Joint Account — Part 1

Nirmala stood outside the door. She lived two doors down. She knew whose cylinder came late, whose husband worked nights, and whose daughter had failed a paper and did not want it known. She had been in and out of this flat enough times since Isha moved in that they no longer stood on formality. She had seen Isha’s engagement photos, and she knew Rohan’s face from them as well as she knew anyone’s.

The doorbell rang again.

Isha came back to the door, looked at her own room, and put her hand on the knob. Nirmala was not going to leave.

Isha opened the door.

“Hi, aunty.”

“What took you so long to open the door, beti.”

“I was tired. So only. Come. Sit.”

Nirmala took a step in. Isha looked down. She had not had time to put the bikini crotch back. The nightgown had drawn in, and a camel toe showed. If Nirmala looked down, she would see it.

She moved aside and sat on the sofa with her knees together. Nirmala sat beside her.

“Beti. Why did you not say you were here. I thought you left before Sneha.”

“College work, aunty. Very busy. I was rarely home.”

“Don’t lie. Your fiancé is keeping you busy. Right.”

Isha looked at the floor. She blushed.

“Don’t feel shy. I know this generation. Is he home.”

“No. You know Sneha’s rule. We meet only outside.”

“That is a good rule. Before the wedding day you should not be alone with him in an empty house.”

“My Rohan is not like that. He has never come here either.”

She had just said it. Rohan was not in the flat. Kunal was, and he had no clothes on. If Nirmala opened that room, the building would have the story before evening. She wanted Nirmala gone before that door opened.

Nirmala saw the lock hanging on Riya’s door.

“That room has been locked for two months.”

“Yes. She took the keys. You want anything in there.”

“No. I spoke with Sneha a few minutes back. She has my herbal oil.”

Isha understood. Sneha had told Nirmala she was still in the flat.

“I can fetch it for you.”

“You look tired. You sit.”

Nirmala went into Sneha’s room. Isha stayed on the sofa. Her eyes stayed on her own door, and the pressure in her chest kept rising.

Nirmala looked around Sneha’s room. No one else had been in it. She went into the bathroom and came out with the oil.

“You found it, aunty.”

Isha breathed out. Nirmala would go home now.

“Yes.”

Instead Nirmala came back to the sofa and sat. The PS5 was under the television, the controllers on the floor.

“This is new. Since when.”

“I was bored,” Isha said.

“Your man gave it to you. Right.”

“Yes. It is his. I borrowed for the vacation.” Sweat came on her lip. She heard her own voice going too fast.

“Funny. When I was your age, my son would have been playing these that time.”

“Times change, aunty. Not everyone grows up fast.”

Nirmala’s eyes stayed on her mouth. She looked at the sweat. “You are not well.”

“Fever.”

“Fever. I will make you a patch.”

Nirmala stood and went to the kitchen. Isha feared Nirmala would detour to her room, and followed to prevent it.

Nirmala set a pan on the flame, took a jar from the shelf, and spread a paste on a square of cloth. She folded the cloth and pressed it once with the back of a spoon.

“Your bed. I will put this on you.”

Isha’s heart raced. “I will lie on the sofa.”

“You need to rest properly. Come.”

Nirmala took her hand and pulled her to her room. She turned the knob. If it had been locked from inside, Nirmala would have known someone was in the room. If it opened, Nirmala would walk in on him. Isha was almost caught either way. She was ashamed, and she felt she might faint. Nirmala’s hand was still on hers, taking her to bed for a fever that was a lie.

The door opened. The room looked empty. The sheet was pulled half off the bed. The bathroom door was shut. She felt she had survived the minute.

“Lie down,” Nirmala said.

Isha lay on the bed and drew the sheet to her chest. Nirmala set the patch on the bedside and walked to the bathroom. Her relief was short-lived.

Isha’s hands locked on the sheet. She saw the next minute as if it had already happened. Nirmala would open that door. Kunal would be there with nothing on. Nirmala would make a sound the whole floor would hear.

The bathroom door opened. Nirmala went in. A tap ran. She came out drying her hands on her saree.

“Only towels. Good. Your head is what I want.”

She laid the warm cloth across Isha’s forehead and held it there with two fingers.



“Take care. I will bring lunch.”

“No need, aunty. I can manage.”

“I do not take no for an answer.”

“Just the afternoon. Night I can manage.”

“Ok. Rest. I will lock the door on the way out. I am hearing our stair door too many times these weeks.”

Nirmala took her oil and her bag and left. She locked the door on her way out. Isha lay on the bed. Her legs were weak. The patch slid on her forehead.

Kunal came out of Sneha’s room with nothing on. His cock hung. He looked pleased with himself.

“I know these spies. You took her to the kitchen, and I moved to Sneha’s room.”

“One more minute and this building would know.” Isha’s voice shook. “My heart almost came out.”

“Shall we resume where we left off.”

“I will bite Tyson off. Get dressed. I am done for the day.”

He looked at her face and did not argue. He picked his clothes out of the wash basket and went into her room to dress.

At lunch Nirmala knocked. Isha opened the door only wide enough for the tiffin. She kept her body in the gap.

“You look better now.”

“Yes. Your patch worked.”

“I know.”

“I can manage, aunty. I will bring the boxes by evening.”

“Accha, beti.”

Isha shut the door and stood with the tiffin in both hands until her breath came back. She ate a little at the table. The food had no taste. Kunal sat across from her, dressed, and watched her not look at him.

The afternoon was not coming back. He could see it.

“You know why I said today’s game is for a week.”

“Why.”

“Leela called. I am going to the US for a week.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I will miss you too.”

“Don’t lie. Those ladies at those parties. You will not think of me.”

“True. If I still remember Cathy, I will meet you in a week.”

She set the tiffin down. She kissed him on the mouth, deep, until she had to breathe. Then she opened the door and sent him out.

[sakurasan]

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