Ankit drove off in his car. Not to his office.
A week ago, the neighbours, Mr and Mrs Shankar, left for a month-long vacation to Europe. Mr Shankar left a spare key of his home with Ankit, but Ankit did not disclose it with Radha. An opportunity presented itself, so he could spy on his home.
He parked the car two streets away, parked the car, walked to the Shankar’s home. He set up his laptop across a first-floor window that overlooked his home and got on his work.
A couple of hours later, a taxi arrived at his home. Vinay and Radha stepped out. They were in their casual clothing. Radha was in a tight blue jean and a yellow shirt. A moment later they rode off.
When he knew Vinay was staying with them for a week, Ankit presumed some old flame could potentially be reignited between the ex-lovers. He called a guy and purchased, last week, small microphone devices that can transmit data in short wavelengths. The Shankar’s home was well within the radius of these devices.
Ankit went into his home and placed all the receivers in secret places. Places where Radha wouldn’t look for while cleaning. One each in living room, main bedroom, sit-out area, and kitchen. He then went back to his vantage point and continued with his work.
Four hours later, a taxi arrived at their home. Vinay, Radha and a lady, unknown to Ankit stepped out of the taxi. The lady held Vinay’s arm as they walked inside. She seemed like Vinay’s girlfriend.
Ankit packed his stuff and returned home. He was greeted by Vinay, Radha and Teresa. Ankit went upstairs, freshened up and joined them back. All four of them chatted for a while. As dusk settled, Radha went to kitchen and started cooking the dinner meals, as Teresa helped her.
Vinay — “Hey Ankit. Sorry about this, but I hope you don’t mind Teresa staying the night?”
Ankit — “No problem with me. She is welcome here. She livened up the place.
Teresa is good looking too. She is tall, fair and beautiful. Not a hair looked out of place. Although she had much smaller boobs compared to Radha. She is a modelling aspirant who occasionally hooks up with Vinay, whenever he is in Mumbai.
After dinner, both the couples retreated to their bedrooms. Just as every day for the past week, Ankit pounced on Radha when they got to bed. He unbuttoned her shirt as he kissed his wife deep. He resumed his naughty thoughts of Vinay and his wife together on bed.
Soon, both Radha and Ankit heard soft cries of a woman. They paused their activity and listened closer. Teresa was moaning loud. Judging from her cries, she is cumming quite hard.
Ankit resumed thrusting Radha’s wet pussy. Radha closed her eyes and laid back as Ankit took her missionary style.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh yes… yes…” Teresa’s moans got louder.
Ankit quickly imagined Radha instead of Teresa getting banged hard by Vinay, getting pinned through her orgasms.
Then they heard a loud slapping sound. The sound of Vinay spanking Teresa’s ass while he fucked her. Incidentally, when Radha heard the sound, her body jolted a bit. Ankit noticed that jerk. Radha, with her eyes closed, started cumming on his cock two seconds later.
After all these years, she still is responsive, even to the sound of Vinay’s slap. Ankit never brought her to orgasm this quick in his married life. Ankit thought ‘she just heard him slapping the ass of some woman. Her eyes are closed. That sensation was good enough to make her cum!’
Ankit came hard moments later and ejaculated in her pussy. The couple doesn’t want children any time soon. So, Radha has always been on pills.
Even though they were done, Vinay was nowhere done with Teresa. Downstairs, they fucked for an hour more.
Ankit — “Vinay, sure can give it.”
He smirked. Radha feigned a fake smile. When she was cumming an hour ago, she recollected her memories of sleeping with Vinay. Vinay satisfied her needs whenever they fucked. He gave her multiple orgasms. In return, she worshipped him, did whatever he asked of her. After the first time she drank his cum, she just couldn’t get enough of it. Later it became her fetish. She mostly liked to drink his cum, enjoying every last droplet.
To control her cum-drinking fetish, she restrained herself from giving him blowjob to her husband, nor was he long enough to gag her.
One more hour later, finally Vinay and Teresa were done. Ankit was sound asleep, but Radha wasn’t. She kept reminiscing of her past with Vinay. It got her horny, but she loves her husband. Hence, she promised herself not to act on her desires.
She got up from bed and walked out of the bedroom. She tiptoed to the guest room on the ground floor. Vinay and Teresa left their door open, drifting into their sleep. They didn’t have any clothes on. Radha quickly saw what she was searching for.
Vinay’s flaccid cock lay bare for her to watch. It was fresh with pussy juices from his recent fuck session. Teresa lay beside him passed out. She remembered how she was passed out all those nights, completely satisfied. That’s when she changed.
‘My love will always be with Ankit. He is a great husband. But I need to be fucked by him… one… last… time…’ she thought.
=X—X=
The next morning, Teresa left early. Ankit got ready, had breakfast and left for his ‘office’.
Radha was preparing lunch, when Vinay walked into the kitchen.
Radha — “Someone had fun last night.”
Vinay — “Oh God, was it that loud?”
Radha — “The neighbours could’ve heard if they were home.”
Only Radha didn’t know, her husband is listening next door, as they are having this conversation. Only Ankit didn’t know, Vinay planned on seducing her today. Only Vinay didn’t know, Radha is willing to give herself to him one last time.
Vinay — “Sorry. I hope Ankit doesn’t mind.”
Radha — “oh please no. He fell asleep as soon we entered the bedroom.”
Ankit then heard a coffee mug breaking.
Vinay — “Oh shit. Sorry about that. It just slipped through my fingers.” After picking up the pieces, he continued, “You look beautiful today”.
Radha — “Stop with the flirting, please.”
Vinay — “I’m only speaking the truth.”
Radha — “Shut up. And give your t-shirt here. I’ll wash it for you.”
A moment of silence passed, as what Ankit assumed Vinay removing his t-shirt and exposing his toned chest and abs to an already horny Radha.
Radha — “Go have your bath and then come have your breakfast.”
Vinay — “Yes ma’am.”
Back home, Vinay left his bedroom and bathroom doors open, as he entered the shower. This is the moment of realization for Radha. Her husband isn’t home. She is too horny after what she heard and saw last night. She just saw his Greek-soldier-like body again. She decided to act now and hoped it would remain a secret between the two of them.
She thought once again, ‘I love only my husband. I hope I can forgive myself for this’.
She calmly stepped into the guest room. She heard the shower running and pushed open the bathroom door slowly. Vinay was showering with his back turned to her. He heard the door opening and turned around to reveal his cock. Radha watched it as if she was hypnotized. She couldn’t look away from it, leaving an effect on Vinay. He soon got hard and started to stroke his penis. Radha stepped out. She affirmed herself one last time.
Finishing his shower, Vinay stepped out and dried himself with towel. Radha’s eyes lingered on his chiselled body, rock hard abs, and his biceps. The gaze next shifted to the fully erect cock pointing towards her. As if in a trance, she removed her top and her shorts. Vinay stepped towards her, pulled her into him and kissed her plush lips.
Radha returned the kiss with equal ferocity. Their tongues lapped aloud as their hands hungrily roamed on each other’s bodies. Radha rubbed his broad back and ruffled his hair, while Vinay, holding her ass, pulled her up, deeper into the kiss. His hand soon found her ample bosom, kneading her large double-D tits. His hands went around to her back and found what they were looking for.
He unclasped her bra. The straps fell aside while their tongues slurped furiously, saliva dripping from the scuffle. They paused for a moment. Vinay took a step back and let the bra fall to the floor. He gazed at her full mounds of flesh, not a hint of sag in them. They grew a little from the last time he saw them. They were perfect. The cherry areolas and erect nipples presented how horny she is.
Radha looked into his eyes, while his eyes were transfixed on her tits. There is the expression she loved on Vinay’s face. The expression of a kid wanting to devour his favourite chocolate. Vinay always had this look, whenever he looked at her tits. They were that perfect, round and gravity-defying, just like the hottest porn stars.
Enough looks exchanged, Vinay spun her around. His hands grabbed her tits. He kissed her neck from behind and nibbled at her ears. Radha’s hand held his 9-inch long and thick cock and felt the fulfilment of a familiar feeling. She stroked it, hanging her head back, eyes closed as Vinay had his way with her.
He spun her back around and pushed her down. Not wasting a moment, Radha kneeled before him. She stroked a couple of times more, opened her mouth and took his cock-head in. Vinay held her head and brushed her hair aside. Radha started bobbing her head, as she sucked the thick veiny cock. Her one hand cupped his balls, the other stroked the shaft. She let his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, pulling his thighs towards her. She devoured most length of his cock and enjoyed the memorable feeling of a cockhead hitting her throat.
Vinay — “I’m… close…”
She looked up at him, as their eyes met. She took the whole length now, not breaking the eye contact and held there. That erotic looks in her eyes was enough to push his over the edge. His toes curled as he held her head tightly onto his crotch and jerked his hips. He was cumming deep into her mouth. Radha pushed his thighs, as he was choking her too much. She let out a loud breath, but did not let his cock out of her mouth. She took all of his cum that’s leftover on her tongue, showed it to him, closed her mouth and took a big audible gulp. She opened her mouth again to show it is empty.
Vinay, panting – “Good girl.”
Radha felt a deep gratification as the cum dripped slowly down her throat.
Vinay — “that is so sexy. Brought many memories back.”
Radha smiled at him. She thought, ‘this is not going to be the last time. Not for a long time.’ She closed her eyes briefly, ‘Sorry husband.’
Radha — “my pussy waited for you long enough. Take me.”
=X—X=
Ankit was shell-shocked as she heard the conversation, the slurping noises and Vinay’s grunt, which in no doubt, of him cumming. He then heard his wife saying, ‘my pussy waited for you long enough’.
What followed is a series of sounds indicating Vinay pushing her on the bed and fucking her. Ankit opened his pants and masturbated to the sounds. Sounds of his wife being taken by her ex-lover. Ankit came hard in just under 10 minutes, as he muttered, “Give it to her. Fuck that slut and fuck her hard… aahh…”
Vinay continued to fuck her hard for thirty more minutes. Ankit briefly remembers Radha cumming four times and drank his cum again at the end. Ankit then heard Radha saying, “it’s been years since I was fucked like that. Only you can do it to me Vinay.”
Vinay — “Well, I do hope this is not the last time.”
Radha — “time to get dressed. I have some chores to run.”
Vinay — “you didn’t answer me. Is this going to be the last time?”
Both Ankit and Vinay wanted the answer to be ‘yes’ so badly.
Radha — “see you later tonight.”
Just what they wanted to hear.
Ankit cleaned up and went back home at 5:00 PM. As much as he knows, Radha and Vinay didn’t fuck again that day.
Radha — “You are back early!”
Ankit — “just wanted to catch on the cricket match.”
Sure enough, he brought alcohol with him. To make it easier for Radha, Ankit declared that they should be drinking again that evening.
After freshening up, they started drinking and munched on snacks prepared by Radha. Radha and Vinay were cautiously drinking, since they had plans for the night. Ankit, knowing he has to pass out, drank at his normal pace. He decided he would act passed out and let them get along with their plans.
At the innings break, a little dizzy, Radha said, “I’ll have a quick bath and be back in a few minutes.” She went upstairs.
Five minutes later, the husband said, “I need to check on something. Be right back.” He went to their bedroom. Radha was just back from shower. She dried herself off and put on a red padded bra and matching panties. She was about to wear her shorts when Ankit stopped her.
Ankit — “I want you wearing a saree tonight. I want to peel it off before I make love to you babe.”
Radha — “that’s hot.” She was now unsure of her other plans for the night. “Sure.”
She opened the wardrobe and fiddled through the clothes.
Ankit — “let me select the one.”
He went across the bed to the closet. He has a saree in mind, exactly what he wants her to wear. He pulled out a white chiffon saree and a white petticoat.
Radha — “Nice. And for the blouse?”
Ankit — “What blouse? You already have one on.”
Radha gave a quizzical look.
Radha — “Honey, this is bra.”
Ankit — “It would look good, I guess. Come on, baby. I want you looking your hottest tonight. I’ll be so horny, I’ll fuck your brains out tonight. Be your sexy self, and keep me horny.” Keeping her horny is a true part, but he knows that he is offering his wife to Vinay in an irresistible attire.
Radha — “Are you sure you want me looking like that, with Vinay at home?”
Ankit — “I am sure honey. He won’t mind glancing at a hot piece of work like you. I saw him peeking at you. But I’m sure he means no harm.”
Radha — “Ok… Okay. I’ll do as you wish.” ‘Anything for my sweet hubby’. she thought.
She put on the petticoat and draped her saree low on her waist, 3 inches below her navel. It barely held on dangerously, on the upper edge of her hips. Ankit gave a mesmerized look at her hour-glass figure. The padded bra, held her bounteous bosom, pushing them up, creating a deep cleavage, hidden behind the translucent chiffon saree.
Radha — “I’m still not sure about wearing just the bra honey.” She still couldn’t register that her husband asked her to put on such a daring show for their guest.
Ankit — “It’s alright babe. It’s okay if men look at you from time to time. No one can resist looking at your hot body honey. Vinay is no exception. Let him have fun looking. Oh, and put on the Mangal sutra. He can enjoy looking but I don’t want him getting any ideas. I want it to be known you are mine.”
He fully knew, the Mangal sutra will only add fire to Vinay’s intentions. Radha is still unsure as she donned the necklace (symbolizing a married woman in India).
Ankit — “let’s get going. The match should start soon.” And he went off. Radha followed him a moment later.
=X—X=
When she stepped down the stairs, Vinay couldn’t believe what he was looking. Radha never looked this hot. He could see the deep cleavage adorned by the Golden Mangal sutra necklace behind the chiffon pallu (the part of saree that is draped across waist, up over the left shoulder). When his eyes met hers, Radha felt a chill down her spine.
Radha thought, ‘this is erotic and this is turning me on.’ She no longer felt nervous as she walked with a spring in her step. Earlier, Ankit and Vinay sat on the sofa. But now, Ankit sat on the wing chair. This meant Radha and Vinay must be seated on sofa together. As the wing chair is closer to the TV, Ankit has to turn almost 180 degrees if he needs to look at Radha or Vinay.
‘Almost like handing her over in a platter’ he thought as he glued his eyes to the TV.
As the match went on, all three of them settled into a fun mood. They had two more pegs each over a period of almost an hour. Ankit started pretending to be drunk.
Ankit — “I am sure, India… izz… going to weeeennnn thiss…” He wanted some action to take place behind him.
There is gift article from their marriage beside the TV. It is a wax model of a couple kissing, with a shiny square surface enclosing behind them. Words are written across the shiny surface — ‘Wish you a happy married life!’ Although it is not a mirror, it allowed Ankit to loosely observe what was going on behind him, without having to turn his head. That was the second reason why he chose to sit in the wing chair.
Radha held her shot glass after downing it the last time. She bent forward and placed the glass on the table. As she did so, her pallu slipped and fell. Vinay almost immediately looked at the enticing cleavage. She held on for a moment before pulling it back on. She enjoyed enticing Vinay like this, unbeknownst to her husband, who is glued to the TV screen. Ankit however was watching all that was happening behind him.
Vinay and Radha smiled at each other. They kept exchanging looks. Vinay placed his hand on her thigh. Radha didn’t object. A moment later she deliberately pulled her pallu down and looked at Vinay. He looked at her face, then at her breasts. He slowly raised his hand to her left boob and pressed it lightly. She gave a naughty smile, pushed his hand back and closed the pallu.
Radha whispered — “Later.”
Ankit was happy that at least something happened in his presence. His cock grew hard. With almost 30 minutes more of the match to go, he laid his head back and pretended to pass out.
Radha pushed at him and tried to wake.
Eyes closed, he muttered, “yesss… India… izz… winn…”
Radha — “looks like he is done for the night.”
Vinay — “Yeah, looks like it.”
Radha — “Help me carry him to the bedroom.”
The husband is carried upstairs to his bedroom. They laid him on bed as he muttered something and faked drifting off to sleep.
Vinay — “Let’s get back to the cricket match.”
Radha smiled — “Yeah, let’s.”
They walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Ankit woke up as soon as they left but couldn’t walk out just as soon. He observed an increase in TV volume. Two minutes later, he sneaked out of the bedroom and peeked downstairs. Radha and Vinay are still clothed. ‘Perhaps, they would give some time to confirm I was asleep’ he thought.
A few minutes later, Vinay put his arm around Radha. They started to whisper to each other. Ankit was frustrated, but he was soon rewarded for his patience.
Vinay moved in for a kiss, Radha obliged. They kissed softly and passionately, embracing each moment. This went on for a couple of minutes. Then Vinay whispered something to Radha. She removed the pallu. She looked forward towards the TV, while Vinay ogled her tits. He put his hand across and started pressing them with both of his hands. Radha turned towards his slightly to give him better access.
Radha — “Are you sure he won’t be up?”
Vinay — “yes, I am sure.”
Radha — “ok.”
She stood up as Vinay peeled the saree off of her. Radha in now in her bra and petticoat. He kissed her navel as she held his head unto her midriff, eyes closed.
He took off his t-shirt and shorts.
Vinay — “you’ve teased me long enough. Get to work.”
Radha recognized the command. She, at once, dropped to her knees and pulled his undies down, revealing his erect cock.
Vinay — “Suck it slut.”
Radha licked the tip as she massaged his balls. She then started sucking the length of his huge cock. Ankit watched as his wife blew her ex-lover’s cock. He admired her blowing skills. He could only presume the amount of practice she must have had to blow a dick like that. Like a porn star. She sucked him for five more minutes.
Vinay — “I need your pussy now.”
Like a slave answering her master’s call, she dropped her petticoat and panties, baring her shaven pussy. Radha got up and straddled him. He pulled her into a kiss as he felt the wetness of her dripping cunt with his fingers.
She held his cock and lowered her pussy onto it, not breaking the lip lock. She started slow at first and then picked up the pace and humped him.
They broke the kiss for a moment. Radha reached behind her to unclasp her bra. The bra fell forward between them. Vinay immediately got hold of her tits, as his lips tasted her mounds. He licked her areola, left one, then the right. Radha loved when Vinay worked her boobs. She put her arms around his neck and offered her lover to do more.
He pinched the nipples whilst flicking them vigorously with his tongue. He sucked at them hard. She dry-fucked him in that position for almost 5 minutes.
Radha — “I am cumming… make me cum Vinay, make your slut cum.”
Vinay held her hips and drilled upwards into her pussy. Radha is now moaning aloud, not caring if her husband could hear.
Radha — “yes yes yes… ohh yes… I’m cumming… ohhh…”
She came hard on his cock. She fell forward for a moment and kissed him. But they are nowhere near done. Behind them, India won the cricket match.
They both stood up. Then Vinay whispered something in her ear. Radha fell to her knees and began sucking his manhood. She used both of her hands to rub his cock. She sucked his thick cock like there is no tomorrow, like a hungry slut.
Vinay — “I am close.”
Then she flicked his glans on the cockhead, as she jerked off his shaft.
Vinay — “take my cum, slut.”
Radha — “yeah, give it to me. I need that drink. Every drop. It’s mine, give it to me.”
Vinay shot thick globs of cum into her mouth. Radha gulped down every drop that came out of his shaft. She didn’t let a single drop fall on the floor. Vinay seemed to have a gallon of cum in his balls. He kept cumming and Radha kept drinking. Then she licked and cleaned his cock.
Vinay — “that was awesome Radha. You never forgot how to treat a big cock.”
Radha blushed at the compliment. She felt proud for milking his cock using her mouth. Vinay held her arm and helped her stand up.
Vinay — “Round two.”
He bent her over the arm rest of the sofa. He spanked her bottom hard.
“Ahhh…”, Radha moaned. “Once more.”
Ankit couldn’t believe she was asking for spanks. He could already see a soft pink palm imprint on her plush buttocks. Vinay spanked her again.
Radha — “Oh yes. Fuck me, Vinay. I need your cock in me tonight.”
Vinay aligned his cock behind her pussy. He stretched her ass apart and slid his cock into her wet inviting cunt. It slid effortlessly, as she felt her ex-lovers cock in her. Her eyes went fluttering, her mouth making an oval, her body downing in ecstasy of what had entered her. Her body, brimming with what is to come next.
He first eased into the rhythm. Then increased the pace and started ramming her pussy. Radha stretched her arms forward and held onto the couch cushions. She couldn’t stop moaning.
Radha — “I… love… your… big cock…”
Ankit never imagined his homely wife to have such a dirty mouth. He dropped his shorts and began jerking his 5-inch dick.
She continued to yell, “fuck my pussy. I love… how it fills my slutty cunt.”
Vinay ploughed her for a couple of minutes. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sensed a movement. He looked up. ‘Oh shit, its Ankit!’ He froze in horror, his cock deep in Radha’s pussy.
Ankit immediately put his index finger on his mouth, signaling silence. Vinay looked at his quizzically.
Radha — “Don’t stop.”
Ankit gave him a thumbs-up. Vinay nervously resumed his movement. Ankit, too, resumed stroking his cock. Vinay then understood what was happening. A smile crept up on his face.
Vinay — “You need this cock, huh?”
Radha — “yes. Yes, I need it. I need it to fill me up and make me cum.”
Vinay could see Ankit enjoyed this affair. He realized that he is cuckolding Ankit, and Radha was completely unaware of this.
Ankit took out his phone, and clicked a quick picture from the top angle. The result looked so sexy. Vinay continued fucking Radha in deep strokes.
Radha — “I am cumming again!!”
He held his cock inside as Radha shook vigorously. It is a sign of a powerful orgasm. She laid on the sofa catching a breath. Ankit signaled Vinay to move this into the bedroom. Vinay whispered it to Radha, who looked up and about for another go. He spanked her ass as she walked into the guest bedroom, followed by Vinay.
Ankit slipped downstairs a moment later and peeked into Vinay’s room. He saw Vinay on bed, Radha on top and his cock disappearing into her pussy. Ankit is still mesmerized Radha could take the whole length of this massive cock. She bent forward and offered her tits to his mouth. Vinay sucked on them as the hot-wife fucked herself on the lover’s cock.
They fucked for another 20 minutes. Ankit came a while ago, tucked his penis back in his shorts and continued watching them.
Vinay — “Where do you want it this time?”
Radha — “In my pussy. Don’t worry, I’m on pill.”
Moment later, Vinay held her butt cheeks apart, pushed his cock up into deeper nether of her pussy. He emptied his balls, shot her cum deep into her womb.
Radha — “Oh, there’s that sensation. Hot cum filling my pussy. I’ve missed you.”
Then they kissed. In the dim lighting of the bedroom, Ankit could see their sweaty bodies glued to each other. Radha looked glorious, deeply satisfied, utterly spent, a huge cock still in her cunt, cum now dripping from her sopping pussy.
Vinay — “what about your husband?”
Her face turned a little pale.
Radha — “please don’t bring that topic. He would be heart-broken if he knows I did this. He must never know. Deal?”
Vinay — “Okay.”
Radha — “I mean, he is the love of my life. Don’t get me wrong. But, I realized I need your cock from time to time. I don’t know when we will stop this. But I hope you are okay with this. I hope we can be fuck buddies like we were.”
Vinay — “I understand. I want nothing more.”
Even though Ankit wanted Radha to get fucked by a bigger dick than his, he is grateful for Radha becoming his wife. He truly believed Radha loved him, and he was not wrong. But if Radha comes to know that her husband is a voyeur, things could take a bad turn. Their marriage could be at risk. Radha would be crushed. Neither of them will be happy.
Ankit decided, ‘Radha shouldn’t know. At least not now.’
He looked back inside towards them. Radha laid beside Vinay, with her back towards the door. She stroked Vinay’s cock. Ankit is shocked to see the phallus rising again for another session. He looked at Vinay.
He showed his phone, signaling Vinay to take photos. Then Ankit turned around and went upstairs. ‘Enough wife-watching for one night’, he thought. He laid on his bed and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, he heard his wife moaning at the top of her voice.
He thought, ‘my slut wife can never get enough of that cock.’ A smile appeared on his face. He soon drifted into a deep sleep, knowing that this fun won’t end for them, anytime soon.
=X—X=
The next morning, Ankit woke up early. His wife lay beside him, asleep, fresh. ‘She must’ve bathed after spending the night with downstairs’ he thought. He cleaned up and got ready for office. Downstairs, Vinay was also asleep.
He made himself breakfast and went to his ‘office’ next door. He got on with his usual virtual meetings.
At around noon, while he was on a meeting, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the lock screen to see that he got a text from Vinay. Then the notification sound repeated 4 more times. They were all media attachments. Ankit dreaded the meeting to end quickly, so that he could look at what he presumed to be pictures of his slut wife.
As soon as the meeting ended, he opened the phone. Precisely, they are images sent by Vinay, just as Ankit requested last night. There were four images.
The first one was of Vinay’s cock in Radha’s mouth. She looked so sexy with his cockhead in her mouth and her eyes filled with lust.
The second one was taken in the bathroom mirror. Radha shot this picture. Both were naked, except for the Mangal sutra necklace on her neck. Vinay’s arm went around her back and held her breast in his hand. Radha was genuinely surprised of the hand on her breast as she clicked the picture.
The third one was a naked Radha in the kitchen, except, of course, the Mangal sutra hanging between her breasts. She was making omelets in the middle of the night. He imagined them needing to refuel before they could continue their fuck-sessions. Radha is annoyed that Vinay was taking a picture of her, naked in the kitchen.
The last picture became Ankit’s favourite one. This is a close-up shot of Radha’s beautiful face, sultry look on her eyes. Vinay’s cum is spread on her face, across her nose, lips and cheeks, her tongue stuck out, as if asking for more.
Ankit imagined what could’ve happened after he went to sleep last night. He quickly jerked off to these pictures, and the earlier pictures he had of her.
One thing that came into his mind was that Radha must be more careful in future. She let her ex-lover take secret pictures of her. Somehow, he trusted Vinay to be a good guy. He would never harm Radha or her marriage.
Ankit replied to Vinay with a message — ‘Thank you.’
The aftermath…
Ankit is happy that there is no humiliation dynamic between him and Vinay. He watched and read porn where the husband is humiliated by the bull. Even though he is a cuckold, he was not ashamed of it. Vinay respected his boundaries and stayed well within his boundaries. There was no friction between them.
Radha slept deeply satisfied every night Vinay fucked her. On the other nights, she slept in the loving arms of her husband. She cared for him more after she felt she cheated him. She took the burden of bearing it. Vinay kept her satisfied while she devoted herself to her husband. She didn’t say otherwise to whatever he asked. She started giving him blowjobs for her husband whenever he asked. She dressed like he asked. She fulfilled his every wish.
Vinay stayed on with the Pandey’s for a month. Later on, he shifted to his own place, but continued visiting Radha on weekdays, when Ankit would be in office. Vinay and Radha continued their sex sessions. He left her deeply satisfied as he worked virtually. He sent photos, videos and sex chats of their interactions to Ankit. He was very glad of this arrangement.
To be continued..?
=X—X=
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