Sakshi knew coming was terrible from the moment she walked into the party. The music was too loud for her, and she felt like she was running out of air, but she had to do this for her best friend. It was Farzeen's book launch after-party, and Sakshi knew she would be so pissed if she didn't show up.
She looked around, found a place to sit, and sipped the wine in her glass every second. Looking at her time, she shook her head. Events never began at the scheduled time, and she never understood why, not like she cared. Just one picture with Farzeen, and she would be out of there.
"Is this seat taken?"
Sakshi turned to reply to the male voice and got the shock of her life. In front of her was Sunil Yash, the man she had spent her late teens and early twenties with. His expression mirrored hers, and they greeted each other.
"I can't believe you are here." He said, taking the seat even without getting her response. "My God, Sakshi, you look so good."
She thanked him and smiled. He was dashing in his grey tuxedo and black tie, looking like a royal prince from England, and Sakshi didn't know why, but was grateful she wore one of her finest dresses.
"How's your family?" He began, and they slowly engaged in a discussion. Even though Sakshi didn't want to, she listened attentively and struggled to keep the conversation alive. She found out he was still unmarried and focusing on business, and she felt so uncomfortable when he asked about her husband.
The truth was that Sakshi and the man seated just by her side had a very wild history, and she couldn't express her feelings because she was married. Her father's influence had arranged her marriage with Kapil, and she undoubtedly loved him. With his good looks and status, who wouldn't? But what she and Sunil had was so much different. It resulted from love, fun, intimacy, years of building together, and a strong, clear connection.
That was, of course, her pre-marital side.
When she complained of how much the noise disturbed her, he suggested they go outside. They talked some more, and she decided she was going home, so she called Kapil and asked, but he informed her he was working late and would be home in an hour.
"It's okay; I'll just take an Uber home."
"By this time of the night?" Sunil asked when she dropped the call. "Come on, and I'll drive you home." He said.
"You don't have to," she politely refused, but Sunil wasn't the one to take no for an answer, and after a bit of debate, she was in his car heading home.
He looked at her from time to time as he drove. "You look happy and beautiful as always," he complimented. She said thanks and kept her face on the streets, but he wanted to be done. "I was hurt when you left." His voice sounded dead.
"Sunil, please..." She began protesting but stopped as her gaze met his, but his eyes were on her lips, and she remembered that look, the hungry look he gave her every time he wanted to rip her apart.
"I'll stop here," she said.
"We're here already?" He asked, looking puzzled.
"It is fine, and I'm all good." She said, and he navigated to the side of the road and pulled the car to a stop. "Thank you for the ride," she said and made to open the car door when his hand stopped her.
"Nothing has changed between us, and you know it."
She said no word in response and instead attempted to open the car door, realising it was locked. She looked at him in horror, and he started back, his mind occupied with all the dirty things he could do to her.
"I need to go. Open the door." She requested, but he kept mute, and when she turned to yell at him, he ducked his head in and placed his lips on hers.
He never forgot how she tasted. It wasn't different, just a little spicier, but she pulled away as quickly as he had gone in for that kiss, making him mad. Before Sakshi could speak, he drew her hands to the swell between his legs.
Her gasp was loud, and her eyes went to him. She was in total shock. He held her gaze firmly while unbuttoning his fly and letting out his member. At this moment, she noticed his big erect long cock. She blinked multiple times as she swallowed. A current swept through her entire body. She had never seen such a colossal dick ever in her life. Her husband's cock was much smaller than this giant cock. Her soft hands were caressing his huge fat cock, which sprang out in full erection. He watched her as her eyes grew wide in size and width. She caught his cock in her hand lovingly. She lovingly caressed his penis as he gave her more access.
"I'm hungry for you." He groaned as she felt him. "I want you." He pressed.
"No… No, I can't do this." She jerked as if something had just come over her. "I want to leave. Please, Sunil, let me out."
His grip on her hands tightened, and she cried softly in resistance. "Don't fight it, stop fighting it!" his voice was a little higher than he intended, and as an apology, he rubbed his hand on her breast, pulling her nipple through the soft fabric. She went numb and had stopped speaking, although her body remained stiff.
Her eyes showed weakness, and before she could gather herself back, he pulled her head down towards his erect manhood and guided her lips onto it. She froze as her mouth made contact with him, and he wasted no time pressing her head repeatedly till she let go. He played with her breasts as she sucked him, slowly at first, and with his urges and constant tugging on her nipple, he heard her muffled moan, and he knew he had won. She began licking him fervently till he came in her mouth. He gave her no chance to get air as he lifted her and made her sit on him, her two legs by his side.
She got so excited that without thinking anything, she encircled her arms around his neck and put her hot lips on his lips in such a forced manner that automatically, her tongue probed inside his mouth. Then the volcano erupted. They kissed and explored their tongues frantically, like crazy young lovers meeting after a long time.
He pressed her breasts. His cock was brushing against her fingers. It got stimulated further. She caressed his hands. She also exerted pressure on his hands, which were cupping her breasts. He further increased the force of his hands on her breasts. He started squeezing them.
Sakshi sighed sexily, "Ooohhhh... Sunil... oh yes...we shouldn't be doing this."
He pulled away from his tie, undid his shirt buttons, and immediately enclosed her lips with his. Not long, Sunil was rising under her again, and he could feel himself stretch with every touch, even though they held a little resistance, but he couldn't stop, didn't want to. He loosened the rope of her dress tied behind her neck and watched the red fabric collapse before his eyes. Her breasts fell with them, and he went crazy. His hands came on them instantly, and he rubbed and caressed and squeezed while she ran her hands through his crazy hair.
"No, Sunil, I can't," she said. She looked scared and tried to pull away, but he didn't have it.
He pulled his lips from hers and took them to her right breast, and she released her first moan. Her voice sparked whatever feeling he was trying to suppress and let them out, he sucked her stiff pink peak, and she threw her hair back, slamming it into the steering, causing the horn to sound. Slowly, he felt her reluctance ease, and she was soon lost in his touch.
He quickly guided her out of it with his hand but didn't let go of her nipple. She twisted in his arms, and he smiled. She was never steady during sex, always moving, constantly communicating with her body.
Her nipple was rigid in his mouth, and he let it go with a pop sound. He stopped to look at her; her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and her dress was in a pool around her waist.
Her eyes flashed open, and they looked hungry. They pleaded for him. His right hand went beneath the folds of her gown, and pushing her panties aside, he made his hand inside her dripping cave. He saw her blink hard and swallow before his left palm returned to its place under her left breast; she whimpered when he took it and began rolling her nipple while he moved his finger slowly within her.
"Sunil, we shouldn't be doing this." She whispered. Her voice was drowned in desire, and he knew there was no going back.
In reply, he drove his fingers deeper within her, and she whimpered even louder. Her hips began moving, and her moans increased. However, she struggled to keep them under control, given their environment.
She was soon gasping in excitement as her hips rocked against his fingers continuously; her moans were so loud, and he kissed her to silence her as he replaced his fingers with his hard rod.
They moved against each other in wild strokes, gentle strokes, and wild strokes again, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, her gaze on his, her breasts bouncing with every jerk of her hips, her eyes dark in a playful way and her lower lip tucked underneath her teeth.
He grabbed her round ass and gave her the ride of her life, striking deeper until she came all over his car seat, her scream piercing the quiet night.
It had been two hours sitting at her desktop and doing nothing. Her mind was filled with the events of two days before, and she couldn't look her husband in the eye. She had returned home to a nice dinner and Kapil's open arms, but she couldn't sleep beside him. She had given the excuse of staying up to work, but if there were any truth, it would mean she had been working on Sunil and wanting more from him.She could barely sleep at night, and that wasn't because she felt guilty about cheating on her husband but because she wanted to do that repeatedly with the same person.She recalled her relationship days with Sunil. He was a fantastic rider; he knew how to please a woman in ways that would have her running back repeatedly, he knew how to take down her defences, and he knew how to make every other man seem incapable. It only thrilled her that night to discover he had improved at his game and had also improved in his physique. Her mind had captured the picture of his member, and that
Shards of the flower vase scattered on the floor, and she yelled in agony. She was basically a widow in her own home, which was distressing. She wondered how she would cope for a day, two days, a week, and weeks. She was fed up with living this way and looked for her next object of attack when she heard the hurried footsteps heading her way. In one minute, she was standing face-to-face with Kapil. The man was stunned as his gaze travelled from her messy hair to the mess at her feet. "Are you okay, Ritu?' he asked as he rushed beside her. Her mascara was smeared, and she struggled to catch her breath. "I'm fine," she managed to say. Her face was red with anger, and she stomped inside to get cleaning materials to pack up the broken vase. "Are you sure you're okay?" Kapil asked when she returned. She gave him a huge smile. "I'm wonderful. I thought you were at work." "Oh, I didn't tell you. I've been given a week's break." He said and moved to the kitchen. He returned with a glass o
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She crashed into him; his name was on her lips, and her hair covered his face. Kapil held her, and for a moment, she enjoyed the trace of his hand down the narrow path at the centre of her back. How their relationship moved so quickly was what she couldn't explain. After their first time together, it was apparent she wanted more, and she had told him just that and that she would always be there for him whenever and wherever. It was also evident to her that he didn't want to push. Further, he felt guilty, but she knew so long as she had him once, she would have him again, for as long as she wanted.He had given her the ride of her life, something she had craved for years, and she knew he enjoyed it too, but he still wanted to be modest for his wife. The thing with men was they always wanted to try different flavours, see different colours and feel different sizes, and whoever would give them that, they would cherish, so when she came the second time, he hadn't said no, and then the thir
Sakshi changed into a more revealing top as she entered her car and went to Sunil's house. She would have laughed aloud if somebody had told her a month ago that she would be running away from home to be with another man. It had taken her some time, but she had gotten used to it, she felt happy, and that alone was enough for her.Moving to the countryside of India was what Sakshi never imagined she could pull off. Work was exhausting, and with Kapil always home, she couldn't spend as much time as she wanted to with Sunil. She once thought removing the distraction and focusing on work, perhaps home was good, but it was a colossal fail. Kapil seemed distant for reasons she didn't know, not that she cared anyway. He could never measure up to Sunil.It was a colossal failure. The more she tried to take her mind away from him, the more she was drawn to him and spent nights dreaming of his hands on hers. She found herself running back to him after two days and leaving aside whatever morals s
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