Sunday morning, I got back my mangalsutra and left Ramesh’s place. I rested at my sister’s house for the day. On Monday, I picked up my husband from the airport, and we went to his hometown. Monday night, my husband fucked me gently. But I’m not satisfied with that fuck.
It’s not even thrilled me while he is fucking in various positions. I have not reached orgasm. I’m so disappointed because of this. That night, I had a dream of getting gangbang by Ramesh, the doctor and Arun.
After a few days, my husband’s work-from-home got cancelled, so we were forced to shift to Bangalore. My husband called his friend Vinod to search for a home for us. He helped us settle into a 3BHk rented apartment in Nagarabhavi.
To come out of boring days, I informed my hubby that I was about to start work again, and soon after, I got a job as a finance executive at a nearby two-wheeler showroom, the office just 3 km from the apartment.
For a couple of weeks, everything went smoothly. My husband would pick me up daily in the evening from the office, but one rainy evening, he couldn’t make it due to a high job load and told me to manage my own by booking a cab.
I was stranded in front of the office to book a cab, but due to the rain, nobody accepted the ride. Then Darshan, the sales manager, saw me alone. He asked, “Why are you standing here. It’s already getting late and raining.”
I said the cabs are not available, then he said If you don’t mind, I’ll give you a drop home. He gave his raincoat; I wore it and sat behind on his bike. Throughout the ride, he spoke very politely, and we shared our information.
The simple drop to home changed my mindset on him. We soon turned it into a daily routine whenever my husband was late. One Saturday night, Darshan asked me to have some snacks before reaching home. He seemed hungry at that time, so we stopped for masala puri and butter fruit juice.
Just as we finished, the rain came down in sheets. He didn’t bring his raincoat that day, and he had to manage with a small umbrella. I purposefully closed the umbrella to enjoy the rain during a bike ride.
We reached my place, and we were soaked. I invited him to stay at our place until the rain slows down. Once we reached the apartment, I guided him to the guest room to freshen up, and I went to my bedroom. After I had freshened up, I came out looking for Darshan but couldn’t find him.
I called out his name and heard his voice coming from the balcony. He was drying his hair with a towel, his wet clothes showcasing his athletic body.
I gave him my husband’s unused clothes so he could freshen up and recover from his upcoming illness.
He went to the guest room to change his clothes while I started preparing dinner. He refreshed and came to the kitchen for help. We prepared together and had dinner, when we looked outside, the rain hadn’t slowed down yet.
At 10 PM, he decided to go home, and I gave him an umbrella, but he denied it. From next Monday, I will begin to notice drastic changes in Darshan’s behaviour at the office. He used to come to see me every hour, cracking jokes and interacting with me more than before.
This seemed common in corporate life, so I took it normally. Whenever my husband was delayed, I would ask Darshan to give me a ride home. One day, while riding, he took a different route.
When I asked why, he replied that he had forgotten some things at his house. He needed to pick them up for the night bike ride. Typically, he would arrange bike rides like this on weekends, so I thought nothing of it.
He stopped near his house and invited me in. It was my first time visiting his home. The house was empty. He mentioned that his wife had gone to her mother’s house for maternity help; she is due in 15 to 20 days.
He asked if I wanted coffee or tea, since it was my first time at his home. I replied, “Anything is fine.” He returned with a cup of coffee. But as soon as I finished it, I started to feel that something was off. My nipples erected slowly, and I couldn’t control myself. The gel started to accumulate in my panties.
Somehow, I took a deep breath and controlled myself for the time being. I had sex with my husband when I reached home. The next day, Darshan casually began bringing coffee to my table, a gesture that slowly became part of our routine.
One Saturday afternoon, I received a call from my husband. It’s as usual, he will be late today also. Immediately, I asked Darshan to drop me off at home in the evening. I saw Darshan’s happiness in his eyes.
Before we left the office, he brought two bottles of apple juice. He couldn’t control his hunger in the evening, and we shared the juice. We left the office a bit late, and while going, my body was responding in ways I couldn’t hide my sexual desire.
My nipples started to erect and gel in the panties, which made it uncomfortable to sit behind him on the bike. Darshan sensed it too. Without a word, he stopped in front of his house and turned to me with a knowing look, inviting me to come inside.
I don’t know how he changed the route to his house and unknowingly followed him in, my heartbeat rising. Inside, the cool air charged me. He moved closer, he held my shoulders and pulled me towards him. A warm hug made us kiss for a minute.
His wife’s disappearance and not having sex for over a year-I could see the frustration in his eyes. He didn’t waste time and removed my kurta-churidar. How I responded to him, I still don’t know. Slowly, he started massaging my breasts over the bra, then removed it.
My 36-inch breasts made him crazy, and he started to suck them one by one. I went wild with desire and searched for his tool inside his pants. I unzipped his band, and a seven-inch (around) monster came out. My hunger for sex doubled. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the room.
For the first time in my life, I said, “Bastard, fuck me hard.” Hearing this, he got angry and tore my costliest panties. Spreading my legs into a V shape, he pushed his dick inside my pussy. I screamed with pain and pleasure.
He started to fuck me hard, harder by holding my breasts, then took me from behind in doggy style.
Holding my hair, he said: “Sexy bitch, I saw you changing clothes in your home and decided to fuck you there itself, but I waited for the right time. Now it’s time. Your husband is a fool. He doesn’t know who is taking care of his beautiful wife in the evenings. In this world, who would leave a chance to impress a perfect woman like you? I’ll make you my bitch. I’ll fuck you every day, I won’t leave you even if you become pregnant.”
Saying this, he pulled out his tool and poured his sperm on my breasts. He fucked me for only 5 minutes. We rested for 10 minutes on the bed. I got up, cleaned myself, and dressed, but he was still lying on the bed. I asked him to drop me off at home since it’s already 9.
He got up, hugged me, his tool erected again, but he knows my situation and left me without fucked 2nd time.
That day, he dropped me off at home around 9:30. On Sunday morning, he messaged me: “Baby, let’s have a cup of coffee together. Come to my home in the evening.”