Adultery Husband and wife agree to explore other relationships

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An illicit relationship is defined as a physical intimacy shared with someone other than one's partner.


But what if that "other person" loves them far more deeply than those they consider their own? Does that still constitute an illicit relationship?

Even a virtuous woman would not hesitate to enter into a relationship with another man if the foundations of a healthy relationship—

Eyes that shed no tears of sorrow,

Lips that speak no lies,

And genuine love—

...are missing from her legitimate relationship; in such a case, she would not view an illicit affair as wrong.




**Key Characters**

Venkatrao (53)
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     Son
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Mahesh (28), Priyanka (27) --> Husband and Wife
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                           Sister
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                         Kavya (24)


Saroja (44)
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Daughter
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Akhila (18), Abhi (19)  --> Lovers

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Priyanka

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Kavya

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Saroja

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Akhila

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Four years ago...

Mahesh was sitting in a class at a coaching center, but his attention wasn't on the lesson the female lecturer was teaching. Looking at her reminded him of Tamanna—of her warm, wet pussy and the pleasure he felt while fucking it. She was his ex-girlfriend. His cock hardened inside his pants. Restlessly, he glanced around the room. There was a very attractive girl in the class—a Malayali girl named Kusuma. She had coconut-like breasts (34DD), a 28-inch waist, a 36-inch ass, curly hair, and stood 5 feet 3 inches tall; she looked a bit like the actress Nithya Menen. 

She was listening intently to the lecturer, and everyone in the class had their eyes on her. The more Mahesh looked at her, the more his lust surged. His whole body heated up, and his cock grew so hard inside his pants that the tension felt unbearable. He kept wondering when the class would end so he could rush to the bathroom, jerk off, and release the tension. Finally, the class ended. Mahesh ran to the bathroom, locked the door, unzipped his pants, and struggled a bit to pull out his fully erect cock. His rock-hard cock pointed upwards. Thinking of Tamanna, Anushka, and Kusuma, Mahesh began to jerk off.



Mahesh's body was burning with heat... He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly... At first, he thought of Tamanna...

The cock in his hand grew even harder... Then, he thought of Anushka... His cock hardened so intensely it felt like the veins might burst... He kept stroking while thinking of both of them... Suddenly, he remembered the neighbor, Sundaram, fucking Sowjanya... Mahesh’s hand speed increased... He was hissing with lust... No matter how much he stroked, he wasn't coming... With every passing moment, his cock grew harder, as if the internal veins were about to snap... It took nearly twenty minutes of continuous manual stroking before he finally ejaculated... Five minutes later, his cock slowly went soft... He tucked it back into his pants and stepped out of the bathroom.

Three months later...

Mahesh arrived at Priyanka’s house by 7 PM that evening... He rang the doorbell... The door opened... Standing right there was Priyanka... She was wearing a light blue printed saree and a black blouse... A black bra was visible beneath the blouse... Her breasts were bulging out of the low-cut blouse, a feast for the eyes... They rose and fell as she breathed... All the blood in Mahesh’s body seemed to rush to his cock... 

Seeing him, Priyanka smiled and said, "Come inside, Mahesh," as she opened the door wider... Mahesh stepped in... his gaze fixed on Priyanka’s shapely, prominent buttocks. 

Priyanka's father was watching TV in the hall. Priyanka introduced Mahesh to him, saying, "Dad, this is Prasuna Aunty's son. He came here for coaching for three months and needs a room to stay." Her father replied, "He can stay right here in our house."

That night, while having dinner, Mahesh saw Kavya for the first time; she was Priyanka's younger sister. Ever since he had first seen Priyanka, his cock had become rock-hard like an iron crowbar; now, upon seeing Kavya, that "crowbar" heated up intensely, making his veins feel like they were about to burst. 



Kavya was five feet six inches tall, with an oval face, high cheekbones, red lips, large eyes, and a slender neck. Below that, her high, full breasts rivaled Priyanka's. She had a slim waist and wide hips—she looked exactly like the actress Nayanthara. During dinner, their eyes met; the unbridled lust in Mahesh's gaze reached Priyanka. Mahesh found it extremely difficult to control his erection. He hurriedly finished dinner and left. "Bring your luggage and move in here tomorrow morning," Priyanka said. She had decided to give Mahesh the chance to fuck her.


Mahesh somehow managed to reach his friend's room, stripped off his clothes, and stepped into the bathroom. Grasping his throbbing, heat-radiating cock and closing his eyes, he began to stroke it while mentally picturing Tamanna, Anushka, Priyanka, and Kavya one after another. After nearly thirty minutes, his semen splattered against the bathroom walls. 

Exhausted, he returned to the room, wrapped a lungi around his waist, and lay down. Yet, sleep eluded him; within five minutes, his cock was hard again. Mahesh spent the entire night masturbating and ejaculating. In the morning, he packed his bags and arrived at Priyanka's house.

Three months later...



It was morning. Priyanka's father had left for the office, and Kavya had gone to college, leaving Priyanka alone at home. Mahesh walked into the kitchen wearing a lungi; Priyanka was busy cooking. As she handed him a cup of coffee, she glanced at his lungi. Noticing the heavy bulge of his cock bobbing up and down beneath the fabric, she thought to herself, "The lad is getting ready to fuck."

Mahesh untied and removed his lungi. Priyanka was stunned—her heart nearly stopped. A long, nine-inch, dark cock was revealed, its veins visibly bulging. Right before her eyes, he stripped off his T-shirt and stood completely naked. That Mahesh would do something like this... She hadn't expected this at all... As Mahesh moved towards her, he gently stroked his cock; the foreskin slid back, revealing the tender, pink head of his member.



The sight made Priyanka’s mouth water and her pussy grow wet. Moving closer, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pleaded, "Please, Priyanka... give me a chance to fuck you. I haven't been able to control myself since I first saw you." A shiver ran through her body; the touch of his hands felt searingly hot.

He pulled her towards him, and his hard cock pressed firmly against her body. A wave of heat surged through Priyanka. Mahesh cupped her face and captured her lips with his own. Instinctively, she parted her lips, met his tongue with hers, and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body tight against his. That was all it took—Mahesh was instantly aroused. 

He kissed her passionately and nibbled at her lips, making her moan with a sweet, pleasurable ache. Her hands wandered to his buttocks; she gripped his firm, muscular cheeks, kneading them while pressing herself closer to him. Sensing her eagerness, Mahesh lifted her up, carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her.


Three months later...

Mahesh landed a great job at a major advertising agency...

And Priyanka, too... He landed a software job at a major multinational company.

Mahesh rented a separate one-bedroom flat.

One day, Priyanka brought over some biryani she had cooked for Mahesh. Mahesh’s gaze wasn't on the chicken piece, but on the juncture of Priyanka’s thighs. His hands found her breasts; he squeezed them hard and passionately right over her blouse. She moaned in ecstasy. With one hand, he lifted her saree and petticoat. By now, Mahesh’s cock had hardened like a steel rod and was ready to penetrate Priyanka’s pussy. 

Sensing his eagerness, Priyanka grabbed his member; it felt hot and rock-hard in her hand. Her pussy began to get wet. She spread her thighs and pulled Mahesh onto herself. He took possession of her, covering her face with kisses, while pressing his thighs against hers and thrusting his hips vigorously. Priyanka guided his member—which she was holding—between her thighs.


Noticing this, Mahesh gave his hips a powerful thrust... and just like that, his cock plunged deep into Priyanka's pussy. The force of his thrust caused her delicate folds to bunch up. Her warm, wet pussy felt incredibly tight around him, instantly fueling his lust. He leaned over her, gripping her shoulders for leverage, and began to fuck her hard, his thrusts deep and powerful. After three weeks of only masturbating, Priyanka's pussy felt like a godsend; he fucked her with intense passion. 



His fervor made her climax for the first time, and noticing this, he thrust even faster. Priyanka moaned in ecstasy. Mahesh slowly sat up between her thighs and unhooked her blouse, revealing her voluptuous breasts in her bra. 

Priyanka undid her bra clasp herself. Mahesh massaged her breasts with one hand while removing her blouse and bra with the other; she cooperated fully. Now, she was wearing only a saree and petticoat; she removed those too and lay naked beneath Mahesh. The sight of her naked body drove him wild—her fair skin, large breasts with dark nipples, and shapely thighs ignited a fierce passion within him.

The elders had decided that the two of them would get married in a month.



"Dad... I don't want to get married just yet."

"Dear... Priyanka..." "Don't forget you have a younger sister too... seeing my son-in-law's eagerness, I decided we shouldn't delay things any longer."

Priyanka agreed to the marriage, albeit reluctantly.

It wasn't that she disliked Mahesh; she just wondered why get married so soon—she wanted to enjoy life as it was for a while longer.

A week later...

"Mahesh... you're a cheater," she said affectionately, slipping her hand into his trousers—even though her unmarried sister was right there.

Mahesh tried to hold her back, but Priyanka got even bolder and leaned right onto him.

Unable to bear the sight, Kavya walked out of the room.

"Why are you so worked up? You didn't even realize your sister was right there."

"Hey... what you did makes me adore you so much. You didn't introduce yourself as the son of the wealthy Venkatrao—or as a Senior Vice President at Google—but instead, you simply slept on the floor of our penthouse. I love you."

Squeezing her breasts, Mahesh said, "Priya... I want to live as myself—not as Venkatrao's son or the heir to his fortune. I want to buy my wife a string of jasmine flowers with my own money. That's why I hid the truth; I prefer a simple life." Melting into his embrace, Priyanka replied, "Mahesh... I love a man who thinks that way. Even though Dad has so much wealth, let's live independently." As she said this, Mahesh began rubbing against her pussy. "Sorry again..."

"For what?"

"I didn't want the wedding date to be set this soon either... but Mom isn't doing well... that's why... the wedding had to be rushed like this..."

"It's okay, Mahesh... let's keep loving each other just like this even after we're married..."

"I love you, darling."

"Love you too."

The wedding took place two months later.

Why did Priyanka's father let Mahesh stay in their home—even though he had two unmarried daughters—when Mahesh showed up looking for a room, claiming to be 'Kusuma Aunty's son'? He wasn't a fool. He had made inquiries about Mahesh; he even visited the training center where Mahesh was taking coaching classes to check him out.

A Senior Vice President at Google based in Bengaluru... a bungalow in Jubilee Hills... a villa in the Financial District... properties in Vizag and Vijayawada... the son of Venkatrao...

Yet, with all that wealth... why live so simply... and face such hardships?

One night...

In the penthouse... while having a drink...

"Mahesh... do you like my daughter?"

"Have you met her, Uncle?"

"Are you meeting secretly without me knowing? In the kitchen... in the hall..."



"Sorry, Uncle."

"It's alright... just make sure you meet in a way that doesn't cause trouble for my younger daughter."

"Uncle... Kavya understands our situation... she is very cooperative."

"What? Kavya too?"

"No, no... it's not like that, Uncle... Kavya gives us as much privacy as possible."

"Alright, son... our Priyanka adores you..."

"I know, Uncle... that's why I can't wait."

"It would be better if you two got married soon."

"So soon? Maybe in a little while..."

"You can do these things after marriage too, you know."

"Without a job..."

"Alright... take care."



Three months after the wedding...



Mahesh grabbed Priyanka's breasts, squeezing them hard as he began to fuck her... Priyanka lay with her thighs spread wide, cooperating with Mahesh's thrusting... His hot, powerful cock was moving rapidly inside her pussy... Lust had taken over both of them... Only half of Mahesh's cock had entered her pussy; the other half remained outside... 

His hot breath was hitting her... Priyanka was amazed... her body was trembling with pleasure... She began thrusting her hips upward to meet his movements... Noticing her intense desire, Mahesh increased his speed... Now, with every thrust into her pussy, her breasts jiggled... Priyanka moaned in ecstasy... She climaxed a second time without even realizing it... Yet, as if unbothered by that, Mahesh's cock kept driving into her body... It was like a hot iron rod ravaging her pussy... Priyanka clung to Mahesh in a fit of passion... Her breasts were being crushed between their bodies...

Just then, Mahesh... He leaned over her, took her breasts into his mouth, and began to suck and tease her nipples with his tongue, arousing her... Priyanka loved it; she placed her hand on Mahesh's head and pressed her breasts firmly against him... Mahesh alternated between sucking her breasts and fucking her hard... Priyanka moaned with every thrust of Mahesh's cock... 

After about twenty minutes, Mahesh reached his climax; he drove his cock deep into Priyanka's pussy, released his load, and collapsed onto her... At that same moment, Priyanka climaxed as well... They lay resting on each other for a long time... Mahesh's cock was still firm inside Priyanka's pussy... moving slowly...


A year later...

Priyanka returned home, exhausted...

That day, Mahesh had held auditions because he needed a fresh face for a new advertisement... Many beautiful women had come for the auditions... No matter how provocative they were, Mahesh remained focused solely on his work at the office... He never flirted unnecessarily, exploited women with false promises of roles, or touched and groped them inappropriately...

However, once he got home that day, he would fuck his wife with intense, raw passion... Priyanka understood exactly why her husband was fucking her with such pent-up desire...

Just like that, on that day too, as he embraced and squeezed Priyanka from behind in the kitchen... Between office stress, traffic woes, and the gas supply being out, Priyanka was already irritable while cooking on the electric stove; when her husband started nuzzling and caressing her, she felt annoyed and gently brushed him off, saying, "Not right now, Mahesh."




As he planted a kiss on her neck and said, "Alright, darling... let me know when you're in the mood," she grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving. She pulled him close, climbed onto the kitchen counter, hiked up her nightie, and spread her legs wide. Gazing at him hungrily, she said, "Come here, Mahesh... dinner is getting late, and you must be hungry, right? Come..." She pulled him between her thighs and let out a loud, deep moan. 

Gently stroking his head, she said, "I'm sorry, dear... I was just frustrated because the gas wasn't working—it wasn't because I don't love you. Tell me... what about those new beauties you saw at the office?" As she spoke, she wrapped her legs around his neck in a tight scissor-lock, pulling him forcefully against her pussy.

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