Adultery Anitya and Siddharth, life beckons

[Mayaviguru]

Siddharth and Anitya were all over each other in the taxi home. Unlike Dheeraj, he showed no patience shoving his hand up her skirt. Anitya's knee pressed against the back of the driver's seat as her husband fingered her. Siddharth felt the torn pantyhose and then his wife's pussy, which was soaking wet. The driver adjusted his mirror to watch the action. He envied the man, because the girl was so good looking. He'd trade his fare for 10 minutes with her, but he knew that only happened in porn movies.

In their apartment they didn't even make it to their bed, instead falling on the sofa. Siddharth got between her legs, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and shoved his cock through the hole made by Dheeraj. "He got you so hot, didn't he?" Siddharth taunted. "You would have fucked him, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! I would have!" she answered falling into their normal pillow talk. "Isn't that what you wanted?" Her question came out like a challenge.

"YES!" Siddharth cried as his orgasm neared. "I wanted to see you fucked hard by a big dicked stud! I wish that bitch hadn't showed up, we'd be up in Dheeraj's room right now and you'd be on your back with his big cock inside you!"

Later after cumming, they lay on their sides in bed, facing each other. "You really were attracted to him, weren't you?" He wasn't just referring to the way she let him finger her, but also the way they kissed at the end. It bothered him the way she let Dheeraj kiss her so intimately -- like they were lovers, not just a one night stand -- but he didn't mention it, and she didn't notice his mixed feelings.

Instead she giggled. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're getting really good at picking out men who are my type." She was referring to how, when they were out, Siddharth would often point out a man to Anitya and say "I bet you find him handsome, don't you?"

He softly ran his fingers over his wife's side. "You liked the way he touched you?"

"I think that's obvious, don't you," she said slyly. Then her expression turned serious. "Did you really want me to have sex with him?"

Siddharth swallowed a lump in his throat. He felt conflicted, his big head saying one thing and his little head saying something else. Avoiding the question, he asked, "He looked pretty big, didn't he? He had a big hard-on when he stood up."

It didn't escape her he was avoiding her question, but she couldn't help giggling. "Honestly, Siddharth, I think you pay more attention to men than I do." She paused dramatically and her face turned serious. "Siddharth, are you gay?"

Her question startled him. "What?! Of course not!"

"I'm just kidding!" she said laughing. "But you're so predictable." She thought back to all their pillow talk over the years. "With you, it can't be just any handsome man who does me. It has to be a well hung handsome man."

Siddharth smiled sheepishly. "I know it turns you on too."

"Maybe," she said teasingly, reaching under the covers and cupping Siddharth's penis. "Especially since this is all I get from you."

"You're such a slut," he moaned as she began stroking him.

"But that's what you want, isn't it?"

"You know I do."

"What is it you want, Siddharth? Tell me."

Siddharth felt intoxicated with lust. "I want you to open your legs to other men, and let them finger you and make you cum, and let them kiss you like you belong to them!"

"You liked that, didn't you, when I let Dheeraj kiss me?"

"God yes!" he groaned. Her stroking and words had him so close to an orgasm.

"He's a really good kisser," she said almost dreamily. She kept stroking him, but in an absent minded way and her face took on an introspective look. "I'd forgotten how exciting it is to be with a really hot guy."

Siddharth grunted and jerked, and then spurted his cum over his wife's soft hand.

 

[Mayaviguru]

Siddharth couldn't believe how much his wife had changed. They'd role played for years, but she'd always resisted doing anything for real. That had change now, but he had mixed feelings about it. It was thrilling of course. But the excitement was mixed with feelings of jealousy and his insecurity. What she'd said – "I'd forgotten how exciting it is to be with a really hot guy"—was a stark reminder that he wasn't a "really hot guy." She attracted hot guys all the time because she was so damned beautiful. It made him jealous and aroused at the same time.

He glanced at his wife, sitting on the bench near the temple, next to him. Anitya was wearing a yellow coloured saree with an orange stripe and a matching yellow blouse which was low cut. She had worn the pallu across her shoulder so that her cleavage due to the low cut blouse isnt visible. Sumit sat next to her with his kids (he'd come without Avani, who was visiting her parents). Anitya had young Sonu on her lap like last time.

Just then Anitya leaned over into Sumit's diaper bag as she'd done the last time in the temple. As she leaned over, her pallu slid off her shoulder and her huge breasts which were being held by a tight low cut blouse became visible. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sumit staring at his wife's cleavage. Anitya didn't notice Sumit looking, or at least she pretended not to. As she settled back she adjusted her pallu, covering up what she'd just been revealing. Once again Siddharth wondered if she'd purposely flashed Sumit.

For the first time Siddharth thought about Sumit. He definitely fit the stereotype "tall dark and handsome." Siddharth knew he worked out all the time. In fact, he ran a gym or something like that. He understood why Anitya might be attracted to him; he definitely qualified as a "really hot guy" even though he was much older. The way Sumit gawked at her cleavage, it appeared their attraction was mutual. Sumit's wife Avani had been a beauty when younger (he'd seen their wedding picture). But her looks had faded, maybe because of age (Avani was 10 years older than Anitya) or the wear of having 2 kids. It wasn't surprising Sumit's eyes were wandering.

After the temple rituals ended the swami asked Siddharth to help carry some boxes to the shed outside. When he returned, he saw Anitya chatting with Sumit and a few others from the ceremony. Anitya and Sumit were standing close together and were talking and laughing. A stranger might think they were a couple. They both were really good looking, like models who'd just stepped out of the cover of fashion magazines. Siddharth felt his cock stir.

On the way home, Anitya excitedly said Sumit had invited them over for dinner that evening. Avani was returning home from her parents and they were planning a casual cookout.

When they arrived later that day, Avani seemed to be in a bitchy mood. She always seemed moody. Siddharth guessed her aloofness had added to her allure when she was young and pretty, but now it just made for a lot of awkward silences.

Anitya wore a white tailored blouse, tight skinny jeans and high heels. While casual, she looked amazing and Sumit gave her an up-and-down look when he saw her (although Anitya pretended not to notice). As Avani put Sonu down for the evening Sumit gave Siddharth and Anitya a tour of their house. One living room wall had a large bookcase filled with pictures. A few pictures of a younger Sumit with other women graced the shelves. All the girls had short dark hair, just like Avani. Sumit said they were pictures of old girlfriends, which Siddharth thought was strange to have in your living room.

Anitya got on her knees and leaned over to see Sumit and Avani's wedding pictures on the bottom shelf. Leaning over, the back of Anitya's thong crept up her back over her low rise jeans. Just a small amount of the pink lacy material came into view, but both Siddharth and Sumit's eyes immediately focused on it. The men looked at each other, Sumit turn

 

[Mayaviguru]

Siddharth couldn't believe how much his wife had changed. They'd role played for years, but she'd always resisted doing anything for real. That had change now, but he had mixed feelings about it. It was thrilling of course. But the excitement was mixed with feelings of jealousy and his insecurity. What she'd said – "I'd forgotten how exciting it is to be with a really hot guy"—was a stark reminder that he wasn't a "really hot guy." She attracted hot guys all the time because she was so damned beautiful. It made him jealous and aroused at the same time.

He glanced at his wife, sitting on the bench near the temple, next to him. Anitya was wearing a yellow coloured saree with an orange stripe and a matching yellow blouse which was low cut. She had worn the pallu across her shoulder so that her cleavage due to the low cut blouse isnt visible. Sumit sat next to her with his kids (he'd come without Avani, who was visiting her parents). Anitya had young Sonu on her lap like last time.

Just then Anitya leaned over into Sumit's diaper bag as she'd done the last time in the temple. As she leaned over, her pallu slid off her shoulder and her huge breasts which were being held by a tight low cut blouse became visible. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sumit staring at his wife's cleavage. Anitya didn't notice Sumit looking, or at least she pretended not to. As she settled back she adjusted her pallu, covering up what she'd just been revealing. Once again Siddharth wondered if she'd purposely flashed Sumit.

For the first time Siddharth thought about Sumit. He definitely fit the stereotype "tall dark and handsome." Siddharth knew he worked out all the time. In fact, he ran a gym or something like that. He understood why Anitya might be attracted to him; he definitely qualified as a "really hot guy" even though he was much older. The way Sumit gawked at her cleavage, it appeared their attraction was mutual. Sumit's wife Avani had been a beauty when younger (he'd seen their wedding picture). But her looks had faded, maybe because of age (Avani was 10 years older than Anitya) or the wear of having 2 kids. It wasn't surprising Sumit's eyes were wandering.

After the temple rituals ended the swami asked Siddharth to help carry some boxes to the shed outside. When he returned, he saw Anitya chatting with Sumit and a few others from the ceremony. Anitya and Sumit were standing close together and were talking and laughing. A stranger might think they were a couple. They both were really good looking, like models who'd just stepped out of the cover of fashion magazines. Siddharth felt his cock stir.

On the way home, Anitya excitedly said Sumit had invited them over for dinner that evening. Avani was returning home from her parents and they were planning a casual cookout.

When they arrived later that day, Avani seemed to be in a bitchy mood. She always seemed moody. Siddharth guessed her aloofness had added to her allure when she was young and pretty, but now it just made for a lot of awkward silences.

Anitya wore a white tailored blouse, tight skinny jeans and high heels. While casual, she looked amazing and Sumit gave her an up-and-down look when he saw her (although Anitya pretended not to notice). As Avani put Sonu down for the evening Sumit gave Siddharth and Anitya a tour of their house. One living room wall had a large bookcase filled with pictures. A few pictures of a younger Sumit with other women graced the shelves. All the girls had short dark hair, just like Avani. Sumit said they were pictures of old girlfriends, which Siddharth thought was strange to have in your living room.

 

[Mayaviguru]

Anitya got on her knees and leaned over to see Sumit and Avani's wedding pictures on the bottom shelf. Leaning over, the back of Anitya's thong crept up her back over her low rise jeans. Just a small amount of the pink lacy material came into view, but both Siddharth and Sumit's eyes immediately focused on it. The men looked at each other, Sumit turning red at being caught looking. Siddharth smiled, and then they laughed.

"What's so funny?" Anitya asked as she stood up.

"Honey, I think you're showing more than you mean to," Siddharth said with a grin, motioning at her back.

Anitya's eyes grew wide and her hand immediately went to the small of her back. Feeling the lace above her jeans, she flushed red in embarrassment and ran into the bathroom to rearrange her clothes. Siddharth and Sumit laughed again as if making it into a joke, but seeing Anitya that way had been highly erotic. Siddharth glanced at Sumit's crotch and it looked like he had half a hard-on, so clearly he found the image of Anitya just as erotic as he had.

When Siddharth and Sumit joined Avani in the kitchen Anitya was already there. "Don't worry sweetie, boys will be boys," Avani was saying to Anitya. Clearly Anitya had told Avani what had happened, and Avani scowled at Siddharth and Sumit as they entered. Then she looked down her nose at Anitya. "That's what you get for wearing ass floss." Anitya momentarily looked shocked at Avani's harsh rebuke. She recovered quickly, forcing a laugh. Sumit gave Anitya an apologetic smile. That's how it was with Avani, a lot of awkwardness.

Siddharth noticed Sumit looking at Anitya a number of times through the evening. She was always good eye candy, but especially so tonight. It was possible to just make out the lace of her white bra through her blouse. Her skinny jeans and high heels really showed off her long legs, and knowledge of what she had on under the jeans only heightened her sexual appeal. On top of that, Anitya and Sumit got along well, talking and laughing about a lot of topics. Avani went upstairs to put their other kid to bed. Siddharth was content to mostly watch, adding something to the conversation just now and then.

"I think Sumit's attracted to you," Siddharth said later that evening after getting home. "He couldn't take his eyes off you."

"You're crazy," Anitya said with a girlish laugh. "They've been married forever and have 2 kids."

Siddharth grinned and shrugged. "I'm just saying, he was checking you out all night long. He checks you out at the temple too."

Anitya avoided her husband's eyes, looking a little guilty. "She HAD flashed him on purpose," Siddharth thought. He felt excited and also bothered by it.

Later that night in bed, Siddharth stroked his wife's shoulder. "Maybe we should add Sumit to our cast of characters," he said with a playful, lustful grin, referring to the men they fantasized Anitya fucking when they role played. The cast of characters included movie stars, some of Anitya's old boyfriends, Siddharth's co-workers, and anyone else Anitya found attractive. "I think Sumit's your type."

Anitya smiled back playfully. "A man who looks like a Greek god," she said teasingly. "Now why ever would you think a man like that would be my type?"

"So you ARE attracted to him," Siddharth said triumphantly.

"Um, hello? Yeah! But come on, fantasizing about a man we go to temple with? Who's married and has kids? Don't you think that's crossing the line?"

"Hmmm, you've got a point," he said taking on a pretend thoughtful look. "Naaah!"

 

[Mayaviguru]

Anitya punched her husband's arm. "You're crazy," she said laughing. Then she snuggled up to him and reached down to his crotch. "Anyway, I didn't think we needed the cast anymore." She wasn't surprised to find her husband hard. He always got an erection whenever they talked about her and other men. She thought it strange at first, but after so many years, she just accepted that's how he was.

"You want to go out next weekend?" Siddharth asked excitedly. They hadn't done anything since that time with Dheeraj.

"If you want to."

"I could be up for that," he said grinning. Laughing he rolled on top of his wife. "But tonight you can fantasize about Sumit."

"Well, okay," she said with a giggle, reaching between their bodies and guiding her husband inside of her. "Fuck me Sumit, fuck me!"
Nitesh led Anitya downstairs and then through a corridor. The farther they walked, the more the music of the dance club receded. Finally they pushed through a door and entered an alley. Anitya could tell the main door of the club was just around the corner, because she could hear people talking.

"When you said you wanted to find someplace quiet, I didn't realize we were going outside," Anitya said.

"Are you cold?" Nitesh asked.

"No, it's just –" Anitya knew Siddharth was inside, but of course she couldn't say that. She looked into Nitesh's face and felt weak kneed. He was soooo good looking. After entering the bar she'd politely declined offers to dance from the first guys who approached her. No one had caught her eye until Nitesh introduced himself and offered to buy her a drink. She'd been with him since then, for over an hour. As they flirted and danced she spotted Siddharth watching. She assumed he'd follow when Nitesh suggested they find a quiet place, but then Nitesh had led her here, outside the club. As she thought what to do Nitesh pressed his lips against hers. His lips were soft and experienced, and she found herself opening hers, then feeling his tongue slip into her mouth. His hands caressed down her back and sides. She lost herself in the moment and forgot all about Siddharth.

Siddharth frantically searched the bar. Things were getting hot and heavy with Nitesh (he found out his name later), and he didn't want to miss anything. But Anitya had disappeared with him 10 minutes ago and they were nowhere in sight.

"You're so beautiful," Nitesh gushed between kisses. He had one hand around her waist, and another between them, fondling her breast. The hot chick hadn't worn a bra and he could feel her hard nipple through the thin material of her dress.

"Ugh god," Anitya moaned into Nitesh's mouth as he rubbed her nipples. Her nipples had always been super sensitive, like there was an electrical wire between them and her clit. Nitesh turned her so her back pressed against his front. She raised her arms around his neck. Nitesh cupped both her breasts in his hands, rubbing both her nipples between his fingers. Then he moved one hand down her front, over her flat tummy, towards her skirt. Anitya fleeting though of Siddharth, and hoped he was enjoying the show.

With one hand still fondling Anitya's tit, Nitesh reached under her skirt with his other. He moved up her silky thigh and then felt the heavy lace of her thigh highs. He inwardly smiled when he felt the bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking tops. Then when he found out she wasn't wearing panties he knew it would be really easy.

Like the other times, Siddharth had picked out her clothes. Black dress, black thigh highs, black high heels. No bra, no panties. She moaned as she felt Nitesh's fingers on her bare pussy. He explored her, along her slit, around her clit, her small trimmed bush. Then she felt his thumb on her clit, and his finger enter her, and she felt in heaven. She hoped Siddharth wouldn't stop them before Nitesh fingered her to an orgasm.

 

[iknowm]

plz update

 

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