Adultery Letters of apology to my husband

[kinkystuff]

Letters of apology to my husband​

INDEX​

• Introduction
• First Apology
• Second Apology
• In The Past
• Niddhi's Hidden Struggles
• Desires Awekening
• Extra Marital Affair
• Falling in Love
  • Chapter #1
  • Chapter #2
• Heartbreak & Third Apology
• Embracing Submission
• Husbands Secret
• Final Apology

 

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# Extra Marital Affair #​

The next morning, I woke up early, still feeling the lingering sensations from last night's encounters. Raj was still asleep, his face peaceful. I slipped out of bed quietly, trying not to wake him. After a quick shower, I got dressed for work, choosing a simple yet elegant outfit. My mind was already racing with thoughts of Vicky and our upcoming meeting.

Raj woke up as I was finishing breakfast. "Morning," he said with a yawn, stretching his arms.

"Good morning," I replied, handing him a cup of tea. "I made breakfast for you."

"Thanks, Niddhi. You're the best," he said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before sipping it.

After Raj left for work, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. I couldn't wait to see Vicky again. I grabbed my things and headed to the office, my heart pounding with anticipation.

As I walked into the office, I saw Vicky already at his desk, his eyes lighting up as he saw me. I felt a warm flush spread across my cheeks as I smiled back at him.

"Morning, Niddhi," he said softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Morning, Vicky," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Throughout the day, our eyes kept meeting, and every glance was filled with unspoken desire. During our coffee break, we found a secluded corner in the break room.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," he said, his voice husky with longing.

"Me too," I admitted, feeling my pulse quicken.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch sending electric sparks through my body. "Tonight, after work, on the terrace?" he asked.

I nodded, unable to find my voice. The anticipation of our meeting hung in the air like a tangible force, making it hard to concentrate on work.

Finally, the day ended, and the office emptied out. My heart raced as I made my way to the terrace, the cool evening air providing little relief for the heat building inside me. When I reached the terrace, Vicky was already there, leaning against the railing, looking out at the city.

He turned as I approached, his eyes dark with desire. "I've been waiting for this all day," he murmured, pulling me into his arms.

Our lips met in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire within me. "I missed you," I whispered against his lips, my breath hitching as his hands found their way under my blouse... Trailing his hands on the sides of my breasts...

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"I missed you too," he replied, his voice filled with raw need. He lifted me onto the railing, his body pressing against mine as our kisses deepened. The world around us disappeared as we lost ourselves in each other, the intensity of our connection consuming us completely.

His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, driving me wild with desire. I moaned softly, my fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed a trail down my neck. "Vicky," I gasped, my voice trembling with need.

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"I want you," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

"Take me," I whispered back, giving in to the overwhelming passion between us.

He lifted me, pressing me against the wall as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, was filled with an intensity that left me breathless. The world around us faded away as we lost ourselves in each other, our moans mingling with the sound of the city below.

Finally, we reached the peak of our passion, our bodies shuddering with the force of our release. We held each other tightly, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in unison. In that moment, I knew that this was something special, something that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was a connection that transcended everything else, a bond that would keep us coming back to each other, time and time again.

As we held each other, the reality of our situation slowly crept back in. "You should get home," Vicky said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "You can't be late all the time."

"I know," I sighed, reluctantly pulling away from him.

"I can drop you home on my bike," he offered, a concerned look in his eyes.

I shook my head. "No, it's not safe for me to be seen on a bike in my area. And it would be a long trip for you."

"Alright," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "But please, be careful."

"I will," I promised, giving him one last, lingering kiss.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

As I walked away, I felt a sense of anticipation and excitement, knowing that the next time we met, our passion would be even more intense, our connection even deeper. And as I thought of Vicky, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that this was the start of something truly special.

The next two weeks passed in a blur of stolen glances, secret meetings, and intimate conversations. Vicky and I became experts at finding moments alone together, whether it was in the break room, an empty conference room, or the terrace. Each encounter left me craving more, my feelings for him growing stronger with every passing day.

During office hours, we maintained a façade of professionalism, but the chemistry between us was undeniable. Every touch, every glance was charged with electricity. The thrill of our secret affair added a new layer of excitement to my life, making even the most mundane tasks seem exhilarating.

Our online chats became more intimate, filled with confessions of desire and longing. Vicky had a way of making me feel alive, his words igniting a fire within me that I had never known before. We explored each other's fantasies, pushing the boundaries of our relationship without ever crossing the line into physical intimacy. It was a delicate dance, one that we both enjoyed immensely.

One afternoon, as we found ourselves alone in the office again, Vicky pulled me into an empty conference room. "I've been dying to kiss you all day," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I felt a flush of desire wash over me. "Then what are you waiting for?" I replied, my voice husky with need.

He didn't need any more encouragement. His lips found mine in a passionate kiss...

his hands exploring my body with a hunger that mirrored my own. I melted into his embrace, losing myself in the intoxicating mix of desire and affection.

At home, I did my best to maintain a sense of normalcy with Raj. Our interactions were comfortable and familiar, but the spark that I felt with Vicky was missing. Despite this, I found a new appreciation for the moments I shared with Raj. Our time together in the bedroom was more fulfilling, my newfound confidence and excitement spilling over into our relationship. Raj noticed the change in me and often commented on how happy I seemed.

One night, after another stolen moment with Vicky, I lay in bed next to Raj, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I loved Raj, but the spark I felt with Vicky was something I couldn't ignore. The duality of my desires left me feeling exhilarated and exhausted in equal measure.

One Saturday evening, as we lay in bed after making love, Raj turned to me with a contented smile. "You seem happier these days, Niddhi. Is there anything you want to share?"

"No, Raj," I replied, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm just enjoying our time together."

Despite the turmoil, I couldn't bring myself to end things with Vicky. Our connection had become an integral part of my life, adding a layer of excitement and passion that I had never experienced before. I continued to navigate the delicate balance between my marriage and my affair, each day a new adventure in managing my emotions and desires.

The weekends were the hardest. With Raj around on Sundays, I almost completely avoided chatting with Vicky, fearing that I might slip up or give something away. Saturdays, however, were different. Raj worked on Saturdays, leaving me free to indulge in my fantasies. Vicky and I would spend hours chatting, our conversations growing more intimate and bold with each passing day. He often suggested meeting outside of work—movies, parks, boat rides, and even long bike rides—but I always declined, knowing it was too risky.

One Saturday, Vicky sent me a message that made my heart race. "I wish we could spend a whole day together, just you and me."

"I wish that too," I replied, my fingers trembling as I typed. "But it's too risky."

"I know," he said. "But one day, we'll find a way."

As much as I longed for that day, I knew it was unlikely. Our relationship thrived on the thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of stolen moments and secret kisses. Crossing that line could jeopardize everything.

Despite my reservations, I couldn't deny the deepening bond between us. Each day brought new adventures, new challenges, and new reasons to look forward to our time together. As I navigated the complexities of my double life, I found a sense of fulfillment and excitement that I had never known before.

During the weekdays, I found myself looking forward to the moments I could steal away with Vicky. Our interactions were filled with an intensity that made every glance, every touch... felt like an adventure...

One evening, after a particularly stressful day at work, Vicky pulled me into an empty conference room.

"You are so Gorgeous, Niddhi" he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I felt a flush of desire wash over me. "Vicky, I like you" I replied, my voice husky with need.

He didn't need any more encouragement. His lips found mine in a passionate kiss,

his hands exploring my body with a hunger... I melted into his embrace, losing myself in the intoxicating mix of desire and affection.

As thrilling as our secret affair was, it also brought with it a storm of emotions. I found myself torn between my loyalty to Raj and my growing feelings for Vicky. The guilt haunted me, even as I craved the excitement and passion that Vicky brought into my life.

Despite the turmoil, I couldn't stop thinking about the beautiful moments we shared in the office. When Saturday came, my mind wandered back to Vicky. I was aroused, imagining him, and I climaxed while thinking of him. Later, I enjoyed whatever Raj had to offer, feeling a new kind of satisfaction.

(Thinking)"This is new. Imagining someone else and then loving my husband feels different but exciting."

I loved the thrill but didn't know what to do next. Continuing with the weekend, Raj and I enjoyed our time together.

It was a typical Thursday afternoon. Raj and I had just finished lunch, and I was in the living room, scrolling through my phone. Raj had gone into the bedroom, supposedly to catch up on some work. I opened up whatsapp and though about chatting with vicky for a while

Vicky998: "I wish I could see you right now, Niddhi. Even just a picture would make my day."

"I don't know, Vicky. It feels risky."

Vicky998: "Just one? I promise I'll keep it safe."

"Okay, just one. But nothing too revealing."

Vicky998: "I am waiting"

"Here it is, Vicky. Just a simple selfie."

Vicky998: "Wow, Niddhi, you’re stunning. Thank you for this. You've made my day."

"I'm glad you like it."

Vicky998: "I wish I could hold you right now. To feel your warmth against me."

"That sounds nice, Vicky. But, Got to go... Bye..."

Vicky998: "One last question"

"Okay"

Vicky998: "Do you ever think about us being together in the same room?"

"Sometimes… But it feels impossible."

Vicky998: "Nothing is impossible, Niddhi. Just believe."

"I have to go now, Vicky. Raj is home."

Vicky998: "Alright, take care. Talk to you soon?"

"Yes, talk soon. Bye, Vicky."

Vicky998: "Bye, Niddhi. Remember, I'm always here for you."

That evening, I had left my phone in the bedroom and was working in the kitchen. Raj walked into the room. His face was serious, and I immediately sensed something was wrong.

Raj: "Niddhi, can we talk?"

"Of course, Raj. What's wrong?"

Raj: "I saw your messages."

My heart dropped.

Panic set in as I tried to come up with an explanation.

"Raj, it's not what you think. He is just an online friend. We've never met in person."

Raj: "You lied to me, Niddhi. You said you never met him, but those messages… they sounded like you're more than just online friends."

"I'm sorry, Raj. It was just harmless flirting. I didn't mean for it to go this far."

Raj: "Harmless? You were sending him pictures and talking about being together. How is that harmless?"

"I know I made a mistake. I was lonely and I needed someone to talk to."

Raj: "What about me, Niddhi? Am I not enough for you?"

Tears started streaming down my face. I felt a deep sense of regret and shame.

"Raj, please. I'm sorry. I love you, and I never meant to hurt you."

Raj: "I don't know if I can trust you anymore. You've betrayed my trust."

"Please, Raj. Let's talk this through. Don't let this ruin everything we have."

Raj: "I need some time to think. I can't talk to you right now."

He turned and walked away, leaving me alone with my guilt and tears.

The next morning, the tension in the air was palpable. Raj and I went about our routines in silence, avoiding each other's eyes. Every time I tried to speak to him, he either walked away or ignored me. The pain of his rejection was almost unbearable.

At work, I couldn't focus. My mind kept replaying our fight, the look of betrayal on Raj's face haunting me. Vicky noticed my distraction and asked if everything was okay, but I brushed him off, not wanting to involve him.

When I returned home that evening, Raj was already there, sitting in the living room with his laptop. The silence between us was deafening. I knew I had to do something to break the impasse, to make him understand how sorry I was.

After another sleepless night, I decided to write Raj a letter, hoping that it would convey the depth of my guilt and the sincerity of my apology. I poured my heart into it, every word a reflection of my guilt and longing for his forgiveness.

My Letter Of Apology - > https://xforum.live/threads/letters-of-apology-to-my-husband.144368/post-9377953

After writing the letter, I placed it on Raj's nightstand, hoping that he would read it and understand how truly sorry I was. I spent the rest of the evening in the living room, waiting anxiously.

Hours later, Raj finally came out of the bedroom. His eyes were red, and I could tell he had been crying. He sat down next to me, and for the first time in two days, he spoke.

"I read your letter" he said quietly. "And I appreciate your honesty, Niddhi. But it's going to take time for me to process all of this."

I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "I understand, Raj. I'm so sorry. I love you."

He took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly. "I love you too, Niddhi. But we need to rebuild the trust that was broken. It's not going to be easy, but I'm willing to try if you are."

I nodded again, relief flooding through me. "I am, Raj. I promise."

As we sat there, holding each other, I felt a glimmer of hope. It would be a long road to recovery, but we were taking the first steps together.

For the next few days, our conversations were minimal, each word weighed down by the tension between us. Raj was starting to open up again, sharing snippets about his office and other events, while I kept my distance from Vicky at work. Our interactions were limited to casual greetings, his confused expression speaking volumes as he adhered to my request to keep things professional.

All I could think was that the letter had an effect, It did wonders and my husband paid close attention to all the feelings I had pored into it.

One Sunday afternoon, Raj and I sat together, sipping tea in the serene silence of our living room. The air was thick with unspoken words, and my heart pounded as I waited for him to speak.

"Niddhi," he began, his voice breaking the silence, "I've been thinking a lot. I realize now that I've been too controlling. I stopped you from wearing dresses or making your own fashion choices. I always wanted you to be conservative, but that wasn't fair to you. I understand now that some things need to change."

His words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. My own tears began to flow freely. "Raj, I only wanted to make you happy. I never wanted to hurt you."

He sighed deeply, the weight of his regret evident in his eyes. "You know, I had similar problems with my past girlfriends, Sana and Neha. I struggled with the same issues of control and insecurity. I couldn't stop them from wearing what they wanted, but you understood me. And now, I feel so bad for putting you through this."

"Raj," I whispered, reaching out to take his hand, "I love you. I never meant to make you feel inadequate or less. I just... I guess I got lost in the excitement of something new. But it wasn't worth losing you over."

He squeezed my hand, his grip a lifeline. "I don't want to lose you either. I love you more than anything, Niddhi. If you want, we can slowly try to change things. You can wear what you want, express yourself how you want. I just... I don't want to lose you."

"Raj, we can work through this. Together. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll rebuild our trust, step by step. I'm ready to explore our desires and fantasies together, to make our relationship stronger."

His eyes, still wet with tears, held a glimmer of hope. "I want that too. Let's take it one day at a time, and make our love even stronger."

In that moment, a weight lifted off my shoulders. We had a long road ahead, but we were ready to face it together, with honesty, love, and a renewed sense of trust.

The days that followed were a delicate dance of vulnerability and strength. Raj and I began to share more, peeling back the layers of our fears and desires. One evening, as we lay in bed, he looked at me with a newfound openness.

"Tell me what you want, Niddhi..." he whispered, his voice soft but firm.

I hesitated, my heart racing. "I want us to be free, Raj. To explore our fantasies without fear or judgment. I want to feel desired and loved, and I want you to feel the same."

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I want that too. I want us to be happy, truly happy."

As the days turned into weeks, we took small steps towards rebuilding our trust. I started wearing the dresses I had longed for, feeling his eyes on me with admiration rather than disapproval. Our intimacy deepened, and with it, our bond grew stronger.

One night, as we lay entwined in each other's arms, I whispered, "I'm sorry for everything, Raj. I'll never take you for granted again."

I kissed him softly, feeling the warmth of his love envelop me. "I forgive you, Niddhi. But, Don't ever leave me, I love you a lot."

Our journey was far from over, but we were no longer walking it alone. Together, we were finding our way back to each other, one step at a time. And in the end, that was all that mattered.

It had been a month since Raj and I had started rebuilding our relationship. Our efforts to rekindle trust and love were bearing fruit in small, significant ways. I began wearing clothes I liked again, choosing vibrant colors and styles that reflected my true self... Backless Sarees....

Tight fitting salwar kameez, etc... Raj noticed, complimenting me more often, and the warmth in his eyes told me he appreciated the changes. At the office, Vicky and I maintained a professional but friendly relationship. We took breaks together, talking about work and exchanging casual compliments. Vicky respected the boundaries I set, never overstepping them.

Despite the growing intimacy with Raj, something was still missing. Our sex life, though longer and more frequent, lacked the raw passion and intensity I craved. Raj's efforts were tender, almost too predictable, leaving me unsatisfied in ways I couldn't fully articulate. My mind often wandered back to Sohail, where everything was different, and where aggression and roughness were the hallmarks of our encounters....

With Sohail, there was no gentleness, no pretense of softness. He found reasons to hit me, especially when I spoke to other men or indulged in casual conversations with friends. He would corner me, his eyes dark with possessiveness, and his voice low and menacing as he called me his "bitch." The sting of his slap or the force of his grip would send shockwaves through me, igniting a fire that I couldn't extinguish. His roughness wasn't just physical; it was a claim over me, a declaration that I was his and only his.

He never allowed me to talk to anyone else, isolating me from friends, ensuring I was entirely under his control. And yet, in that control, I found a twisted sense of security, a dark pleasure that I couldn't find anywhere else. The way he treated me....

like I was his possession, something to be used and dominated—should have repelled me, but instead, it awakened something deep and primal inside me. Every time he forced me down, every time he took me roughly, it felt like he was stripping away everything superficial, leaving only raw, unfiltered desire.

In those moments, I felt truly alive, as if all the chaos of the world disappeared, leaving only the brutal connection between us. I never resisted, never tried to escape his dominance. The pain, the roughness, the way he called me his "bitch"—it was intoxicating...

a forbidden pleasure that I craved more than anything else. With Raj, I tried to replicate that intensity, but it was never the same. The passion I found with Sohail was dark and consuming, something I couldn’t let go of, even as it haunted me in the quiet moments of my life.

On the other hand, Vicky had introduced me to a different kind of desire, one that was both thrilling and liberating. With Vicky, there was an element of playfulness, a sense of exploration that made every encounter feel fresh and exciting. He knew how to tease, how to draw out my pleasure with a skill that left me breathless. Vicky had a way of making even the simplest moments feel charged with electricity, his touch both tender and knowing....

The way he took his time, savoring every inch of my body, created an intimacy that was as emotional as it was physical. With him, I felt cherished, adored, and yet the passion was undeniable, a slow burn that built to an irresistible love.

Now, with Raj, everything felt so traditional, so uninspired. His touch, though careful and considerate, lacked the spontaneity and intensity that Vicky had ignited in me. Raj was gentle, almost to a fault, following a predictable routine that left me feeling disconnected, as if we were going through the motions without truly engaging with each other. There was no spark, no sense of discovery. Our sex life had become a chore, something to be done rather than something to be savored.

Vicky had awakened a hunger in me, a desire for something more than just the physical act. He had shown me that passion could be tender yet fierce, that desire could be both playful and consuming. But with Raj, there was no fire, no urgency. I craved the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of being with someone who could surprise me, who could push me to new heights of pleasure. Raj's approach was safe, almost too safe, and it left me longing for the days when desire had felt like an adventure.

The contrast between the two men was stark, and it made me realize just how much I had lost. Vicky had brought out a side of me that I didn’t know existed, a side that reveled in the give and take of passion, in the dance of love and passion. But with Raj, that side of me was dormant, buried under the weight of tradition and routine. I missed the way Vicky made me feel—alive, desired, and utterly free. And so I started thinking of vicky again.

One evening, Raj came home with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. The gesture was sweet, and I felt a pang of guilt for my lingering dissatisfaction. We had dinner together, laughing about mundane things and reminiscing about the early days of our marriage. It was comforting, yet my mind kept drifting back to the intensity I missed.

Later that night, as we entered the bedroom, an air of anticipation lingered between us. Raj had been unusually attentive all evening, his compliments flowing more freely, his touches lingering longer than usual. It was a side of him I hadn’t seen in a while, and I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope.

As we stood at the edge of the bed, Raj gently took my hand, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. I offered a reassuring smile, trying to push aside the doubts. His fingers gently unbuttoned my blouse, his touch light yet deliberate. I felt a shiver of excitement run through me, a familiar sensation that I had missed. As each piece of clothing fell away, I allowed myself to imagine that tonight might be different.

Raj's eyes roamed over my body with a mixture of admiration and determination. He undressed himself slowly, his movements measured and deliberate. When we were finally naked, he pulled me close, his hands warm and firm against my skin. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of the flowers he had brought home, creating an intoxicating blend that momentarily clouded my thoughts.

We lay down on the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat between us. Raj’s hands began to explore my body with a newfound patience, his touch gentle and careful...

He traced the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist, and the swell of my breasts with a reverence that made me feel cherished. I could tell he was trying, and I appreciated his efforts.

As he moved above me, his eyes locked onto mine, searching for any sign of pleasure or discomfort. His thrusts were steady and controlled, each movement deliberate and measured. The usual hurried, anxious pace was replaced by a rhythm that was meant to be reassuring and comforting.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to be present in the moment. I tried to focus on the sensations, the feel of his body against mine, the sound of our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. But as the minutes passed, I couldn’t shake the sense of something missing. The fire, the raw, unrestrained passion I yearned for, was absent. The excitement that had sparked when we first entered the bedroom had fizzled out, replaced by a mechanical routine that felt more like an obligation than an act of love.

Raj continued with a determined focus, his brow furrowed in concentration. I felt a pang of guilt for my wandering thoughts. He was trying so hard, and I wanted to reciprocate, to meet his effort with my own. But as the minutes turned into what felt like an eternity, I realized that no matter how long we continued, the intensity I craved wasn’t going to magically appear.

His thrusts remained steady, his movements controlled, and while there was a certain comfort in the predictability, it wasn’t enough to ignite the spark I longed for. I felt a bittersweet mixture of relief and disappointment when he finally reached his climax, his body shuddering against mine. He kissed me softly, murmuring words of love and appreciation, but I couldn’t shake the hollow feeling inside.

As he settled beside me, his arm draped over my waist, I stared at the ceiling, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Raj’s steady breaths soon turned into soft snores, a sign that he was already drifting into sleep. I remained awake, my thoughts tangled in a web of longing and guilt.

I couldn’t help but compare our time together to the passionate encounters I had experienced with others. The aggression and submission with Sohail had felt like the epitome of passion, a raw intensity that left me breathless. The connection with Vicky had introduced me to a different kind of desire, one that was filled with a tantalizing blend of excitement and fear. But with Raj, despite the love and familiarity, the spark was missing.

As I lay there, my mind wandered back to the office, to the subtle tension that always seemed to hang in the air between Vicky and me. His stolen glances and the way his eyes lingered on mine spoke of an unspoken desire that mirrored my own. I wondered if he missed me too...

The guilt hit me, but so did the yearning for something more. Raj was trying—I could see that, and I wanted to honor his efforts. There was something different now; he lasted longer than he ever used to, and for a moment, it felt like progress. The extended moments between us should have been satisfying, a sign that we were finally connecting on a deeper level. Yet, despite this improvement, the emptiness still lingered, a hollow ache that settled in my chest long after our encounters had ended.

I sighed softly, turning on my side to face Raj. He looked peaceful in his sleep, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, my heart aching with the weight of my unfulfilled desires.

The next morning, I found a doctor’s receipt in Raj’s pants while doing the laundry. It was from a clinic, and my heart raced as I tried to decipher what it meant. When Raj came into the room, I confronted him, unable to hide my curiosity and concern.

"Raj, what’s this?" I asked, holding up the receipt.

He looked at me, his expression shifting from confusion to understanding. "Oh, that. It’s nothing serious, Niddhi. Just a check-up."

"Just a check-up?" I pressed, feeling a mix of worry and irritation. "From a clinic that specializes in sexual health?"

Raj sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I’ve been seeing a doctor about... you know, the issues we’ve been having. I was diagnosed with some problems. It’s been affecting me mentally, and I wanted to fix it. The exercises, relaxation techniques, and medication have been helping."

I felt a wave of relief, but also confusion. "So, that’s why you are able to control for long..."

He nodded. "Yes. I didn’t want to burden you with it until I knew it was working. I wanted to be better for you."

I sat beside him, processing his words. "Raj, I appreciate that. I really do. But... passion and intensity matters..."

Raj looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and helplessness. "I’m trying, Niddhi. I want us to be happy, to feel connected."

"I know," I whispered, touching his hand. "And I’m grateful."

Over the next few days, I found myself more confused, trying to understand what I truly wanted. At work, Vicky and I continued our routine, but there was an unspoken tension between us. During one of our breaks, he noticed my distraction.

"Everything okay, Niddhi?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Yeah, just... a lot on my mind," I replied, forcing a smile.

"If you ever need to talk, I’m here," he offered, his eyes sincere.

"Thanks, Vicky."

As the days passed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to Raj’s sudden improvement. He was trying so hard, but it still wasn’t enough to fill the void inside me.

In the back of my mind, the memories of my time with Vicky and the passion I craved continued to haunt me, making me question if it was truly possible.

One lonely Saturday afternoon, as the rain tapped gently against the windows, I found myself unable to shake the sense of emptiness that had settled over me. Raj was at work, and the silence in the house was deafening. I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, sent a message to Vicky.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something personal?" I typed, my fingers hovering over the send button for a moment before I pressed it.

His response was almost immediate. "Of course, Niddhi. What’s on your mind?"

Taking a deep breath, I began to pour out my heart. I told him about Raj’s condition, about the doctor’s visits, the medication, and the exercises. I explained how happy I was about Raj’s improvement, but also confessed that our intimate moments felt traditional and uninspiring. My heart raced as I typed out the words, feeling both a sense of relief and guilt for sharing such private details with Vicky.

Vicky's reply came swiftly, laden with concern and understanding. "Niddhi, I'm glad Raj is doing better, but I can see how that might still leave you feeling unfulfilled. You deserve to feel desired and passionate."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. "I don’t know what to do, Vicky. I love Raj, but I miss you"

Vicky sensed an opportunity and played his card expertly. "Niddhi, maybe we can help each other. We can discreetly enjoy each other’s company without Raj suspecting anything. Just think about it. You deserve to feel alive again."

My breath hitched at his suggestion. The rational part of me screamed to stop, but the longing, the yearning for that lost passion, overpowered it. "Are you sure we can keep it discreet?" I asked, my fingers trembling as I typed.

"Absolutely," he replied. "We’ll be careful. No one will ever know."

I hesitated for a moment, but the thrill of rekindling our passion was too strong to resist. "Okay, let's try."

On Monday, anticipation thrummed through my veins. I had chosen my outfit with care, opting for a backless, sexy pink ghagra choli that exposed half of my milky back and hinted at my cleavage. Every movement, every rustle of the fabric against my skin, heightened my excitement and nervousness.

As the workday ended, Vicky sent me a message: "Meet me on the terrace."

The moment I stepped onto the terrace, the air seemed to crackle with electricity. Vicky was already there, leaning against the railing, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in my appearance. I walked towards him, each step slow and deliberate, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Niddhi, you look stunning," he murmured, his voice husky with admiration.

"Thank you," I replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. The terrace was secluded, a perfect spot for what was about to unfold.

Vicky moved closer, his fingers brushing against my exposed back, sending shivers down my spine. "I've missed you," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

His touch ignited a fire within me, and I couldn't help but lean into him, my body responding to his in a way that felt both familiar and exhilarating. "I've missed you too," I confessed, my voice barely more than a breath.

Our eyes locked, and in that moment, the world seemed to fade away. Vicky's hands roamed my back, his fingers tracing the lines of my spine, before moving to my waist and pulling me closer. The tension between us was palpable, a magnetic force that drew us together.

He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.

I melted into him, my hands clutching at his shirt as if he were the only thing keeping me grounded. His kiss deepened, his tongue exploring mine with a hunger that mirrored my own.

We broke apart, breathless, and Vicky's eyes burned with an intensity that made my knees weak. "Niddhi, are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," I whispered, my resolve firm. "I want this. I want you."

His hands slid down to my hips, pulling me flush against him. "Then let’s not waste any more time," he said, his lips finding mine again.

Our passion erupted, unrestrained and wild. Vicky's hands and lips explored every inch of my exposed skin, his touch setting my senses ablaze.

I moaned softly as his lips trailed down my neck, his hands swiftly unwrapping the scarf, baring more of my skin to his eager touch.

Vicky's eyes roamed over my body with a reverence that made my heart race. He kissed me again, his hands caressing my curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

As we sank to the ground, the cool tiles of the terrace a stark contrast to the heat between us, I knew there was no turning back. Vicky’s touch was both gentle and demanding, his hands guiding me as we lost ourselves in each other. Our movements were frantic, driven by a desperate need to reclaim the passion we had lost.

Every kiss, every touch, every whispered word of desire felt like a revelation. Vicky knew exactly how to ignite the fire within me, and I surrendered to the intensity of our connection. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt truly alive, consumed by a passion that had long been missing.

Afterward, as we lay tangled together, the reality of what we had done began to sink in. The guilt and the thrill battled within me, but as Vicky's fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment.

"We’ll be careful," Vicky murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. "No one will ever know."

I nodded, knowing that our secret would be both a burden and a source of exhilaration. As I lay there on Vicky's Lap...

I realized that I had broken my promise made to my husband. But in that moment, with the fire of our passion still burning bright, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

When I returned home, my mind was still buzzing with the thrill of our secret moment. Raj and I had our usual intimate time. His thrusts were steady, his kisses perfunctory, but in my mind, it was Vicky I was with. Imagining him in Raj’s place, I orgasmed, my body responding to the memory of Vicky’s touch. We slept peacefully, but I was already excited about the next day, anticipating my time with Vicky, my secret lover.

The next day at the office, Vicky and I exchanged knowing glances, the memory of our passionate encounter still fresh. During a coffee break, he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “You looked stunning yesterday, Niddhi,” he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

“Thank you,” I replied, my heart racing. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Neither can I,” he said, his eyes darkening with lust. “Let’s meet again, same place.”

I nodded, the thrill of our secret affair sending shivers down my spine. The day passed in a blur, and when the time came, we met on the terrace once more. This time, Vicky was more daring, his hands exploring my body with a hunger that matched my own.

The risk, the secrecy, made every touch, every kiss, more intense...

Our affair continued, each encounter more passionate than the last. Vicky was attentive, always knowing how to make me feel desired. He spoke of fantasies and desires, things Raj and I had never explored. With Vicky, I felt alive, every moment charged with excitement and danger.

At home, I played the role of the dutiful wife, but my mind was always on Vicky. Raj noticed the change in me, commenting on my renewed energy and enthusiasm. Little did he know, it was the result of my secret meetings with Vicky.

One evening, Raj and I were in bed, and I tried to bring some of the passion I felt with Vicky into our lovemaking. I guided his hands, whispered in his ear, trying to ignite a spark. But Raj was hesitant, unsure. He followed my lead, but the mechanical nature of our intimacy remained.

Afterward, as we lay in the darkness, I turned to him. “Raj, I want us to try new things. To explore our desires.”

He was silent for a moment before replying, “I want that too, Niddhi. But it’s hard for me. I’m trying, but I need time.”

“I understand,” I said softly, feeling a pang of guilt. But the thrill of my affair with Vicky overshadowed my remorse.

The next day, Vicky and I found a secluded corner of the office, our bodies pressed together, hidden from prying eyes. His hands were bolder now, his touch more daring than ever before. “I want you, Niddhi,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my resolve crumbling as I whispered back, “You already have me.”

For the first time, I let him do whatever he wanted. His hands were relentless, working to expose as much of me as possible from the confines of my tight blouse. He kissed and devoured my cleavage....

his mouth moving over the upper parts of my breasts, almost exposing my nipples. I should have felt alarmed, but instead, I found myself enjoying it, surrendering to the thrill of his touch. But when his fingers moved to my inner thighs....

slipping inside me, panic set in. The realization that we were still in the office, that we could be caught at any moment, brought me back to reality. Flustered, I teased him by running away, my heart racing as I knew Vicky was moving ahead with me, pushing the boundaries of what we had once considered forbidden.

As I left the office that evening, Vicky caught up with me just before I reached the parking lot. His eyes were intense, brimming with an eagerness that made my heart race. "Niddhi," he began, his voice low and filled with a mix of excitement and urgency, "we need to find some privacy, just you and me. We could take a day off—no one would suspect anything. We’ll find a place, somewhere we can be alone without worrying about being interrupted."

He didn’t name the place, but his meaning was clear. The idea of spending an entire day alone with him was tempting, a chance to escape the confines of our daily lives and indulge in something that had been simmering between us for weeks. But despite the pull I felt, I couldn’t bring myself to agree. "I can’t, Vicky," I murmured, my voice filled with regret. "Not now."

The next day, Vicky brought up the topic again. We were on the terrace, away from the watchful eyes of our colleagues. He moved closer, his fingers working to unbutton my blouse...

the thrill of his touch making my breath hitch. But I stopped him, a sliver of anxiety creeping in. "It’s not safe here," I whispered, glancing around nervously. "Someone might come."

Vicky paused, his eyes searching mine before he leaned in closer. "Then come with me," he urged, his voice a mix of desire and persuasion. "Let’s spend the day together, somewhere with full privacy. No interruptions, just us." But again, I found myself shaking my head, the reality of my life with Raj holding me back.

Seeing my hesitation, Vicky’s tone shifted slightly, becoming more insistent but still gentle. "There’s the office outing that’s coming up," he suggested, trying a different approach. "At least come to that. We’ll enjoy it, and no one will suspect a thing." I hesitated, knowing that Raj would never allow me to go on a two-day trip without him. "I can’t," I said softly. "Raj won’t agree." But Vicky wasn’t ready to give up. "You can convince him" he pressed, his hand slipping around my waist... Grabbing my ass with lust and passion... "It’s just two days, and you deserve some time away. Please, Niddhi, think about it."

"I will try vicky... Now lets go"

We made out for sometime and then I came home....

The outing was planned for two weeks away, and as I returned home that evening, I couldn’t muster the courage to bring it up with Raj. That night, as we were intimate, the words lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them down, unable to bridge the gap between my desires and the life I was living.

The following week passed in a blur of stolen moments and heated exchanges with Vicky. Each day, our encounters grew bolder, the tension between us almost unbearable. By Saturday, the line we had been dancing around for so long was finally crossed.

That evening, Vicky messaged me, his tone more daring than ever before. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he wrote, his words sending a shiver down my spine. “I need to see you, all of you. Send me something to keep me going until Monday.”

"We will meet on monday... Have patience"

Vicky: "If you say so, but I am eager to meet you with complete privacy..."

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. “What would you do to me if we had that privacy?” I typed back, biting my lip as I waited for his response.

His reply was quick, almost as if he’d been waiting for this moment. “I’d start by undressing you slowly, savoring every inch of your skin as I reveal it. I’d kiss every part of you, taking my time, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. Then, I’d have you all to myself, doing everything we’ve been fantasizing about.”

The words sent a rush of heat through me, and I could feel myself becoming more aroused with each message. “You’re making it hard to resist,” I replied, feeling the thrill of our conversation building.

“Then don’t resist,” he urged. “Show me what you’re wearing right now. I want to imagine undressing you, piece by piece.”

I glanced down at myself, clad in a black saree, the fabric draped elegantly around my body. “I’m wearing a black saree,” I typed, my fingers trembling slightly.

“Let me see,” he insisted. “I want to picture you in that, how beautiful you must look.”

Slowly, I positioned myself in front of the mirror, untying the saree’s pallu and letting it slip off my shoulder. I opened my blouse, revealing the bra beneath, the fabric clinging to my skin, accentuating my ample cleavage. Taking a deep breath, I snapped a picture and sent it to him.

“Damn, Niddhi,” he replied almost instantly. “You’re stunning. That cleavage… I can’t stop looking. Send me more, baby.”

His words ignited something inside me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I slid the saree down further, exposing my waist and the full curve of my breasts. Another picture, another rush of excitement as I sent it to him.

“You’re killing me here,” Vicky wrote. “I want to see more. Take off the saree, let me see you in just that bra and panties.”

The thought of undressing further made my heart race, but the thrill of it all was too intoxicating to stop. I let the saree fall to the floor, standing in front of the mirror in just my bra and panties. My skin tingled with anticipation as I captured the image and sent it to him.

“God, Niddhi, you’re perfect,” his message read, almost desperate now. “I need to see those beautiful breasts. Show me, baby, please.”

My pulse quickened, and I could feel the line we were crossing, but I couldn’t stop myself. I unclasped my bra, letting it fall away, and cupped my breasts in my hands, squeezing them together. With a seductive pose, I snapped the picture, my nipples completely visible, and sent it to him.

“Holy shit, Niddhi,” he replied, his words almost frantic. “You’re driving me crazy. I want you so badly right now, I can’t think straight.”

I knew I had crossed a limit, one I couldn’t come back from, but instead of guilt, I felt a rush of exhilaration. The power of seduction, the thrill of baring myself to him, was overwhelming. Vicky was losing control, and so was I.

That night, after our conversation had ended, I found myself unable to sleep. The thought of spending time alone with Vicky consumed me, and I knew what I had to do. I turned to Raj, who was already in bed, busy with his phone..

“Raj” I began softly, trying to keep my voice steady, “there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

He looked up from his phone, his expression curious. “What is it, Niddhi?”

“The office is planning an outing,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “It’s a two-day trip, and I think it would be good for me to go. You know, get to know my colleagues better, relax a little.”

Raj frowned slightly. “A two-day trip? I don’t know, Niddhi. I’m not comfortable with you going away like that.”

“I understand,” I said gently, “but I really think it would be good for me. It’s been so long since I did something like this, and I promise I’ll be careful. It’s just two days.”

He was silent for a moment, considering. “Who else is going?”

“Everyone from the office,” I replied, trying to keep my voice light. “It’s a team-building thing, and it’s important for my work.”

Raj sighed, still uncertain. “I don’t know, Niddhi. I just… I don’t like the idea of you being away for so long.”

“Please, Raj,” I pressed, reaching out to take his hand. “I really want to go. I need this, just a little time away to clear my head. And I’ll call you every day, I promise.”

He looked at me, his expression softening. “You really want to go, don’t you?”

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and excitement. “Yes, I do. It’s just two days, and then I’ll be back. It’ll be good for me, I promise.”

Finally, he sighed and nodded. “Alright, Niddhi. If it means that much to you, you can go. But be careful, okay?”

“I will,” I assured him, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Thank you, Raj. This means a lot to me.”

As I settled into bed that night, I felt a strange mix of emotions—guilt, anticipation, and a thrill that I couldn’t quite shake. I had convinced Raj, and now, the next two weeks couldn’t come soon enough. The line had been crossed, and there was no turning back.

 

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[kinkystuff]

# Falling in Love #​

# Chapter 1 #

When Raj casually mentioned that I could join the office outing, I felt a surge of excitement bubbling up inside me. It was as if he'd unknowingly unlocked a door to something I had been quietly longing for. The moment Raj said it, I couldn’t wait to tell Vicky. That evening, as we both settled into our respective desks, I leaned over to Vicky, keeping my tone light and conversational, careful not to draw any attention from our colleagues.

"Raj has agreed, I can go to the outing with you" I whispered, trying to sound nonchalant.

Vicky’s eyes flickered with a knowing gleam, and for a second, we both shared an unspoken understanding. It was like a current that passed between us, something electric that made my heart race. I tried to keep the conversation casual, our voices just above a murmur, blending into the office noise. We couldn’t afford to let anyone else see, anyone else know. But the thrill was there, simmering just beneath the surface, making it harder to focus on anything else for the rest of the week.

The days blurred together, each one filled with a growing anticipation that was almost unbearable. I found myself counting down the hours, my thoughts constantly drifting to what was coming.

Finally, Saturday morning arrived. I was awake before the first light, my nerves tingling with excitement and something else I couldn’t quite name. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and dressed in the early dawn light. My heart was pounding, not from fear, but from a mix of nerves and anticipation that I had never felt before.

Before leaving, I bent over Raj, who was still wrapped in the warmth of sleep. Gently, I kissed him, lingering for just a moment longer than usual, feeling the warmth of his lips under mine. “I'll miss you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, thick with emotions I couldn’t fully grasp. Raj smiled sleepily, pulling me close for a brief, tender moment before releasing me. “Take care,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut again.

By 6 a.m., I was on the bus, surrounded by my office colleagues. I tried to immerse myself in the chatter, but my mind was elsewhere. Vicky had taken a seat towards the back, surrounded by his group of friends, while I chose a spot near the front with Rashmi. My heart was still racing, but I kept my expression neutral, every stolen glance in Vicky’s direction only adding fuel to the fire that was burning just beneath my skin. We were careful, though. Every glance was brief, every touch avoided, the hunger between us intensifying with each passing hour.

The first day passed in a blur of activities, the kind that were supposed to be fun but only added to my frustration. Being close to Vicky yet not able to act on the desires that had been building up inside me was maddening. Every laugh, every casual touch between colleagues felt like a mockery of the tension gnawing at me. I could feel it, a constant hum under my skin, something I couldn’t shake off no matter how much I tried to distract myself.

That night, after everyone had settled into their rooms, I knew I had to talk to Raj. It wasn’t just a formality... it was my way of tethering myself to something familiar, something real. I took a few selfies with Rashmi, making sure to smile brightly, and sent them to Raj. On the video call, I forced myself to sound cheerful. “See? I’m with Rashmi, and we’re having a great time,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t notice the turmoil underneath my forced cheerfulness. Rashmi waved at the camera, her drunken giggle filling the silence, making it easier to mask my unease.

As we said our goodbyes, a strange mix of guilt and excitement washed over me. I knew what could happen, what might happen, and it made my stomach twist in knots.

The second day was more exhausting, filled with group activities that left everyone drained but satisfied. By the time night fell, the atmosphere had shifted. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, laughter, and something more primal. We all gathered in a large farmhouse, the party in full swing.

I refused the drinks and the smoke offered to me, I was tempted to try but couldn't. Rashmi, on the other hand, was too far gone, her laughter loud and careless. By the end of the night, she had disappeared with Ashok Sir, our manager, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

As the party wound down and people started retreating to their rooms, I felt the anticipation build again. Rashmi wouldn’t be back until morning, and the idea of having the room to myself was both thrilling and terrifying. I needed to call Raj, to hear his voice one last time before everything spiraled out of control.

But before I could find a quiet spot, I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind. The warmth of Vicky’s body pressed against mine, solid and real, making my pulse quicken.

Startled, I quickly turned around, my heart pounding in my chest. “Vicky… wait,” I whispered urgently, my eyes darting around to make sure no one was watching. “Not here. I need to call Raj first.”

Vicky reluctantly stepped back, giving me the space I needed, but his eyes never left mine. I could feel the intensity in his gaze, the hunger that mirrored my own. Trying to stay calm, I dialed Raj’s number, the sound of his familiar voice doing little to calm the storm raging inside me. “Everything’s fine, love,” I assured him, my voice too bright, too strained. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Goodnight.”

As I hung up, a sense of detachment washed over me. It was as if I was caught between two worlds, unable to fully belong to either. When I turned back, Vicky was waiting, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he took my hand...

his touch sending shivers down my spine as he led me to the second floor, to a secluded corner room.

My mind was racing, confusion and excitement swirling together, making it hard to think straight. “Whose room is this? Why are we here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, fear and anticipation making it tremble.

Vicky gave me a reassuring smile, his tone calm and steady. “No one will know,” he promised, holding up a key. “The caretaker gave me this key. We’ll have complete privacy here.”

“But Rashmi is with Ashok Sir in this same farmhouse,” I reminded him, my anxiety creeping back. “What if they find out?”

Vicky’s hand tightened around mine, his gaze locking onto mine with a steady intensity that made my breath hitch. “They won’t,” he assured me, his voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. “No one will know, Niddhi. It’s just you and me.”

With a final, hesitant glance back, I let him lead me inside, the door closing softly behind us. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The silence was thick, heavy with unspoken desires and the weight of what was about to happen.

As I stepped into the dimly lit room with Vicky, the atmosphere seemed to thicken around us, the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anticipation and fear coursing through my veins. The air was charged with unspoken desires, and I could feel Vicky's gaze burning into me, taking in every inch of the red top and skirt he had gifted me earlier. I had hesitated to wear it, worrying about how it would appear in front of my colleagues, but now, in the privacy of this room, the choice felt dangerously right.

Vicky’s voice, low and husky, cut through the silence, “You look incredible.” The way his words caressed my ears sent a shiver down my spine. As he stepped closer, his hand brushed against my arm, the touch electric, sparking a fire deep within me. I could feel my cheeks heating up, my body responding to the way he looked at me, his eyes dark with lust and admiration. I felt exposed under his gaze, yet there was an undeniable thrill in it, a sense of power in knowing that I had captivated him so completely.

His hands found their way to my arms, trailing up slowly, igniting a trail of warmth that made my breath catch. As his fingers brushed over my shoulders and down to my waist, I could feel my body gravitating towards him, the pull irresistible. When his lips found my neck...

pressing soft, heated kisses against my skin, I closed my eyes, letting myself drown in the sensation. Each kiss felt like a promise, each touch a reminder of the desire that simmered between us. His breath was hot against my collarbone as his hands moved to the hem of my skirt, pushing it up ever so slowly, his fingers exploring the soft skin of my thighs.

A gasp escaped my lips as his hands roamed higher, brushing against the edge of my panties. My body tensed, instinctively pulling back, a wave of nervousness washing over me. Vicky paused, his eyes meeting mine, filled with desire but also understanding. “It’s okay,” he murmured, stepping back slightly, giving me the space I needed. His gentleness disarmed me, making my heart flutter in a way I hadn't expected.

He guided me to the edge of the bed, where we sat together, his hand resting gently on my knee. “You’re beautiful, Niddhi,” he whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of affection and lust. His words made my heart skip a beat, a warmth spreading through me that eased my apprehension. As he leaned in...

his lips brushed against mine in a soft, tentative kiss, coaxing me into the moment, letting me take the lead.

I felt myself melting into the kiss, my body relaxing into his warmth. The way he kissed me was different—patient, yet filled with an underlying intensity that made my pulse race. I deepened the kiss...

surrendering to the feelings bubbling up inside me, letting myself get lost in the sensation of being wanted, desired. His hands moved to my face, cradling me gently as the kiss became more passionate, our tongues dancing together, breaths mingling in a shared rhythm.

He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering just above mine, his breath warm against my skin. “Have you ever... kissed a cock before?” he asked softly, his hand moving to the back of my neck, his thumb moving from my jawline holding my lips with a tenderness that sent my thoughts spinning.

His question caught me off guard, my eyes turning away slightly as a blush spread across my cheeks. Embarrassment mingled with curiosity as I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper, “No... I haven’t.”

A slow, seductive grin spread across Vicky’s face, making my stomach flutter with nervous excitement. “Would you like to?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with an edge of temptation that made my heart race even faster.

For a moment, I hesitated, the uncertainty swirling within me. But there was something in the way he looked at me, the gentle way he was guiding me, that stirred something deep inside. I found myself nodding slowly, biting my lower lip as my heart pounded in my chest... a mix of fear and anticipation swirling within me.

Vicky stood up, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuttoned his jeans. His movements were deliberate, slow, giving me time to change my mind, but I didn’t. Instead, I felt myself leaning forward, my hand tentatively reaching out to touch him as he pulled his cock free.

It was thick, pulsing with anticipation, and as he wrapped his fingers around it...

a strange mix of nervousness and excitement bubbled up inside me when he was gently pulling up and down is foreskin

“Take your time,” Vicky murmured, his voice filled with a patience that calmed my racing thoughts. He guided my hand to wrap around the base of his cock...

a soft groan escaping his lips as my fingers made contact. I glanced up at him, searching for reassurance in his eyes, and the desire I saw there gave me the courage to continue. I leaned forward, pressing a tentative kiss against the tip...

the warmth of him seeping into my lips, the taste unfamiliar but intriguing...

Vicky groaned softly, his hand resting on my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as I kissed him again, this time a bit more confidently. I could feel him twitch under my touch, the heat radiating from his body intensifying the connection between us. There was something incredibly intimate about this moment, the vulnerability, the trust, and it made me bolder. I moved my lips further down holding his shaft, I parted my lips....

taking his sexy cock into my mouth, my movements hesitant but eager to please.

As I slid my lips down his length, exploring, learning, a low moan escaped his lips, his hips jerking slightly in response to the sensation. “Fuck, Niddhi... that’s it,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. The way he responded to my touch, the way his body reacted to me, sent a thrill through me, a rush of power that made me want to please him even more.

I moved my head faster, taking him deeper...

my tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, eliciting more groans of pleasure from him. His breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting gently into my mouth as I took him as deep as I could....

the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, but the sound of his pleasure, the way he moaned my name, spurred me on.

With a guttural moan, Vicky’s body tensed, his cock pulsing as he released into my mouth. The sudden rush of warmth caught me by surprise, and I almost pulled back, but his hand on my head held me in place gently, guiding me as I swallowed, the taste unfamiliar but oddly intoxicating...

I continued until he was spent, his body relaxing under my touch, his breath coming in heavy pants.

Vicky pulled me up, his eyes dark with lust as he kissed me deeply, tasting himself on my lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered against my mouth, removing my top and then his hands already moving to the straps of my bra, pulling them down my shoulders. The intensity in his voice, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, made my heart race all over again.

As he guided me onto the bed, I could feel the nervousness returning, a tremble running through my body as he stripped off my bra... exposing my beautiful perky boobs...

his eyes raking over my exposed body with a hunger that both thrilled and terrified me... He turned me around... stripped off my panties too....

I felt vulnerable, completely exposed under his gaze, but the way he looked at me made me feel powerful, desired.

Vicky leaned down, took me in his arms... capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss...

His hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, trailing down my stomach, and finally spreading my legs apart. The anticipation built within me, a knot of tension and desire coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might explode.

When his fingers slipped between my legs, teasing my wetness, a soft moan escaped my lips...

My body trembled with a mix of excitement and nervousness, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. When he whispered, “Are you ready?” with that burning need in his eyes, I knew there was no turning back.

I nodded, my voice lost in the overwhelming sensations flooding my body as Vicky positioned himself at my entrance, his thick cock pressing against me. His hands were firm on my hips, sending shivers through me as he pulled me closer, his breath hot against my ear. As he began to push inside, I gasped, my eyes widening at the intense stretch. It was unlike anything I had ever felt... so full, so complete.

The pleasure was sharp, tinged with a hint of pain, but it only heightened my awareness of every inch of him as he filled me. His fingers gripped my skin with a possessiveness that made my heart race, and as he moved deeper inside me, waves of pleasure crashed through my core, tangling my thoughts in the heat of the moment. One thing was clear.... this was different. This was something more.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust, each word vibrating against my neck. “I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re perfect.”

His words sent a surge of heat through me, my body reacting instinctively...“Vicky... oh my God, Vicky,” I gasped, the intensity of it all overwhelming. “It’s so good... I’ve never had anything like this...” My voice was breathless, almost unrecognizable to my own ears, filled with a need that I couldn’t control.

Vicky’s eyes locked onto mine, positioned himself on top of me... dark and full of raw desire, and hearing his name on my lips seemed to unleash something in him... His cock was inside me again...

He began to move faster, his hips snapping against mine, each thrust deeper, harder, more intense. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me completely, and it was almost too much to bear. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that I couldn’t stop myself from crying out.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his breath hot against my ear, his words dripping with possessiveness. “You’re so gorgeous, Niddhi... I’m going to give you this every time, make you the happiest girl...”

His words sent shivers down my spine, his voice wrapping around me like a promise, a vow that made my heart skip a beat. He was everywhere.... his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, his mouth on my skin, kissing, biting, claiming me...

The sensations were overwhelming, a firestorm of pleasure that had me writhing beneath him, my body responding to his every touch, his every thrust.

My moans grew louder, more desperate, as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “Vicky... oh, Vicky, it’s so big... so good... please, don’t stop...” I begged, my voice trembling with need, my body craving more of him, more of this.

“I’m not stopping,” he promised, his voice rough with passion, each word a delicious torment. “I’m going to fuck you so good”

His dirty talk, the roughness of his thrusts, the way he was taking me, owning me, drove me wild...

I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as he fucked me harder, deeper, hitting all the right spots. My hands clutched at his back, my nails digging into his skin as I held on for dear life, lost in the sensation, in him.

“Vicky... I’m going to... I can’t... oh, God!” I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing around him. The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing over me in waves, leaving me breathless, shaking, lost in the sensation. I had never felt anything like this before, and as I came, my mind went blank, every thought, every worry, every hesitation wiped away in the pure, unadulterated bliss of it all. While he was still fucking me with passion...

Vicky wasn’t far behind. The sight of me falling apart beneath him, the way I moaned his name, drove him over the edge. He thrust into me one last time, burying himself deep inside as he came, his body shuddering with the force of it. “Fuck, Niddhi... you’re amazing... so fucking amazing...” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction as he emptied himself into me....

his breath ragged, his grip on my hips tightening as he rode out his orgasm...

We lay there, panting, our bodies tangled together, slick with sweat and the remnants of our passion. But I could feel that Vicky wasn’t done yet. His body was still pressed tightly against mine, and I could sense him growing hard again, his desire reigniting as he kissed me deeply...

his hands exploring every curve of my body, sending shivers through me.... A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers trailed down my spine, the anticipation building between us. He took me in his arms... adjusted me in a way that i could now feel his erection on my inner thighs so close to my pussy lips... he was holding his cock... and touching my skin with his cock head... His voice, deep and full of promise, whispered against my lips....

“Ready for more? I’m going to make you feel even better this time...”

My heart raced, the thrill of what was coming next sending a fresh wave of desire through me. Oh God, yes... I thought, my body already responding to his touch, craving more, needing him more. I wanted to lose myself in him again, to feel that intense connection, where nothing else mattered but the two of us.

Vicky rolled me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he positioned himself behind me. The feeling of his hardness pressing against me sent a jolt of electricity through my body as he bit my skin on the back making me moan with pleasure and pain....

I bit my lip, already aching with need, as he positioned me on all fours... spreading my legs a little bit... giving a small kiss on my ass... he guided himself to my entrance, teasing me with the tip...

“Oh, Vicky...” I moaned, my voice trembling with anticipation as I felt him begin to push inside.

The stretch, the fullness, was overwhelming, and I let out a gasp as he buried himself deeper. This is it... this is what I need...

His hands slid up my back, gripping my shoulders as he began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, building the tension inside me. I could feel every inch of him, filling me completely, claiming me with every stroke...

My moans grew louder, echoing in the room, as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more intense, more urgent.

“Vicky... it’s so deep... oh God, you feel so good...” I panted, my fingers clutching at the sheets, trying to hold on to something as the pleasure built inside me, threatening to consume me completely.

His voice was thick with lust as he leaned over, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, Niddhi... all mine... I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think of anything else... until you’re screaming my name...”

And he did. His thrusts became faster, harder, driving me wild with pleasure. The sound of our bodies colliding, his deep grunts, my moans, filled the room, creating a symphony of raw, unbridled passion...

I was lost in the sensation screaming and moaning with intense pleasure, in the way he filled me, in the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Oh God, I can’t take it... it’s too much... I thought, my mind spinning as I felt another orgasm building, even stronger than before. “Vicky... I’m going to... oh, God, Vicky!” I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm hit me with full force, my mind going blank, lost in the waves of ecstasy that crashed over me.

Vicky followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his climax, groaning deeply as he emptied himself into me. The sensation of him pulsing inside me sent another wave of pleasure through my body, leaving me breathless, utterly spent.

We collapsed together, our bodies still connected, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I lay there, trembling, the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking still coursing through me. My mind was spinning, trying to process what had just happened, the intensity of it all.

But as I lay there in Vicky’s arms, feeling his warmth, his strength, I knew one thing for certain: I had never felt this alive, this desired, this completely satisfied. Vicky had taken me to places I had never been before, and I knew I would never be the same again.

To Be Continued...

 

[kinkystuff]

# Falling in Love #​

# Chapter 2 #
When I woke up that morning beside Vicky, completely naked, the reality of what I had done hit me like a punch to the gut. Seeing him there, another man in my bed, a man who wasn’t my husband, was a stark reminder of my betrayal. But the night before... the night before had been something else entirely. It was like stepping into another world, a world where I was free to feel, to desire, to indulge in the passion that had been missing from my life for so long.

As I slowly crept out of bed, my body still tingling from the night's events, I couldn’t help but glance back at Vicky. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling peacefully. The sight of him lying there, so calm, so utterly at ease, contrasted sharply with the turmoil brewing inside me. I couldn’t shake the image of how I woke up next to him, naked, vulnerable, and realizing the gravity of what I had done. I had crossed a line I never thought I would, and the guilt weighed heavily on me.

But there was no time to dwell on it now. I needed to get dressed and get out of this room before Rashmi returned. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me in this state, to ask questions I wasn’t ready to answer. I quickly found my clothes, still scattered from the night before, and dressed in a hurry. My hands were trembling as I buttoned my skirt, the reality of my actions sinking in deeper with each movement.

Once dressed, I tiptoed out of the room, leaving Vicky in his sleep, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. A wave of relief washed over me as I entered my room and found it empty—Rashmi hadn’t come back yet. I threw myself onto the bed, pulling the covers over me as if I could hide from my thoughts, from what had just happened. But sleep didn’t come easily. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, guilt, and desire battling for control.

The sound of knocking pulled me from my restless sleep, and I groggily opened my eyes to see Rashmi standing at the door, a knowing smile on her face. We dressed in silence, the unspoken tension between us palpable. I avoided her gaze, not ready to face whatever judgment or curiosity she might have.

We made our way to the bus, which was already waiting. I was on autopilot, my body going through the motions, but my mind was elsewhere—still tangled in the sheets with Vicky, replaying every touch, every whisper. The guilt gnawed at me, but so did the memory of the pleasure, the passion I had felt. How could something so wrong feel so incredibly right? As we boarded the bus and took our seats, I realized that this inner battle was far from over.

As I sat on my seat beside rashmi, the landscape passing by in a blur, I couldn't bring myself to look at Vicky, let alone talk to him. The weight of what we had done hung heavy over me, a tangled mess of guilt and pleasure. What we did was wrong—so wrong—but it felt so incredibly good. The thrill of it, the way he made me feel, was unlike anything I had ever experienced. But now, as reality set in, the guilt consumed me. I had cheated on my husband, Raj, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being a terrible person.

When Raj called to check on me, his voice so warm and loving, it only made me feel worse. I forced myself to sound normal, telling him I was already on the bus and would reach home by late afternoon. But inside, I was falling apart. How could I face him after what I had done? I felt like such a bitch, so unworthy of his love. My mind was a whirlwind of self-loathing and regret, and I even felt the sting of tears threatening to fall.


What the hell am I doing? Why do I regret what happened? Don’t I deserve to be happy, to feel satisfied after so many years? Vicky had awakened something in me, something that had been dormant for too long. He was everything a girl could want—handsome, charming, and god, that sexy cock of his. Why hadn’t I met him before I got married? Maybe things would have been different. But even if I had known him, there’s no way I would have had the courage to convince my parents to accept him.

Does Vicky feel the same way about me? Am I falling for him? God, this is all so wrong... everything is wrong...

I was pulled out of my spiraling thoughts by Rashmi’s voice. “Ohh, hello... where are you lost?”

“Ummm... nothing... just a little headache,” I lied, trying to mask the turmoil inside me.

“Come on, tell me... did something happen? You were deep in thought; I called your name several times.”

“It’s nothing... I just want a good sleep.”

Rashmi looked at me with concern. “Okay... as you say. But I hope you know you can talk to me about anything.”

“Of course,” I replied, forcing a smile.

Rashmi had become more than just a colleague during this outing. We had grown close, though I had initially stuck by her to avoid suspicion from Raj, to show him that I was with a girl, having fun, nothing more. But she had turned out to be a good friend, someone I could confide in. Or could I? Sharing anything with her would be risky, but she was so open-minded, so free. She had even told me about her affair with the manager and how they had planned to have sex in the same farmhouse where Vicky and I had... for the first time.

Should I talk to her? All my college friends were gossips; they couldn’t be trusted with secrets. But Rashmi... maybe I should get to know her better, but what would I do now? When I got home, I’d have to face Raj. Could I just forget what happened? But how could I forget such a wonderful night?

The more I looked at Vicky, the more I wanted him, wanted to touch him, to be close to him, to be devoured by him. Oh god, he is so handsome and that cock of his... it was bigger than any I had ever seen. And here I was, having been fucked by it, having sucked it. Sohail had been rough, but it was just traditional sex with him, the same as it was with my husband. But Vicky... he had introduced me to something new, something amazing, something addictive. I was losing my senses...

As these thoughts overwhelmed me, the bus came to a stop, and I realized we had reached our destination. My heart raced as I braced myself for what was to come.

After returning home, I tried my best to act like everything was normal, as if nothing had happened. When Raj came home from work, he looked exhausted. We barely exchanged a few words over dinner before we both went to bed. I was grateful for the silence, not sure how I would have handled any conversation with him that night. The next day, Raj went to the office as usual, even though it was a holiday for me. I was home alone, my mind a mess of tangled thoughts and emotions, when Rashmi called.

"Hey... How are you? All good?" Rashmi's voice was as cheerful as ever.

"Yes, Rashmi... I’m fine, thank you," I replied, trying to sound normal.

"Did I disturb you?" she asked.

"Of course not, Rashmi... Tell me, what's up?"

"Yaar... I’m feeling bored. Wanna meet for coffee?"

I hesitated. "I don't think Raj would allow me to go out. Just getting him to agree to the outing was a big deal for me."

She laughed. "Hahaha... What are you, a kid? You can meet up for coffee with a friend. You don't live in a slave house, babe... Or do you?"

"No, it's not like that..." I trailed off, unsure of how to explain the constraints I felt.

"Call your husband and don’t ask—just tell him that you're going out with me for shopping. It’s my birthday next month. Just see what happens and then call me back."

"Hmmm... Good idea..." I agreed, feeling a bit more confident with her encouragement.

I called Raj and did exactly as she suggested. To my surprise, he didn’t seem to mind at all. The conversation was brief—he just asked what I was cooking for dinner and mentioned that he wanted to eat something nice. I was relieved and happy with his reaction. I immediately called Rashmi back, excitement bubbling in my voice as I told her the good news.

Half an hour later, I was in an auto, heading to the meeting spot she had chosen. As I sat there, watching the city pass by, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this meeting than just coffee. Rashmi had never invited me out like this before. We had only become good friends during the outing, and although we were friendly at the office, our interactions had been limited to casual greetings.

When we finally met at the mall, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer. "If you don't mind me asking, why this coffee treat for me?"

"Aren't we friends now? Can't we meet?" she replied with a playful smile.

"Yes, we are... but it just seemed out of the blue..."

Rashmi’s tone shifted slightly, becoming more serious. "Well, Niddhi, to tell you the truth, I just want you to keep my relationship with Ashok to yourself. Please don’t ever mention it to anybody at the office. It would be a disaster."

"Ohh... Of course, Rashmi, I don't gossip, and I understand it’s your life..."

"Thank you for understanding. I felt close to you, and that’s why I shared without hesitation. But no one else in the office knows about us. He’s married, so it would be bad for my reputation—which I don’t care about much... but I don’t want him to face any issues."

"Ashok sir is married?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, he is, and he has two kids, you know."

"Wow, I didn’t know that..." I felt a pang of guilt for being so out of touch with the lives of my colleagues.

"You don’t talk to anyone... you just come and go. I’ve only seen you with Vicky sometimes, so it’s natural that you hardly know anything about anyone, not even me, right?" she teased gently.

"Sorry, Rashmi, I’m just like that..."

"It’s okay... I always knew you were nice and a good colleague, and I thought of befriending you many times, but you missed all the outings. I think this is the first time you participated in any office event, right?"

"Yes, I feel bad for missing all those events. My family never allowed me, and now I’m married. But thank God Raj allowed me this time."

"Raj seems like a great husband," she remarked.

"Yes, he is... I’m lucky," I replied, though the words felt hollow in my mouth.

"Niddhi, you are so beautiful.... Raj is the one who’s lucky. I can’t believe you got married so young."

Her words struck a chord, echoing thoughts I had been trying to suppress. "It happened so quickly, and I couldn’t oppose my parents' decisions, you know."

"Yes, family and responsibilities really ruin one's personal life," she said, her tone laced with understanding.

"Yes, sometimes... but it’s also good to have those," I said, trying to convince myself as much as her.

"True, but it’s okay to enjoy yourself and be free. You are an independent woman, Niddhi... you should have more control over your life."

"It’s easier said than done, Rashmi..."

"I know, but everything is possible if you want it."

"Who doesn’t want freedom and control, Rashmi..."

"Don’t worry, we’re besties now. We’ll figure it out together."

"Thank you, Rashmi, you’re so nice."

"Why didn’t you drink at the party?" she asked suddenly, changing the subject.

"I’ve never tried," I admitted.

"You should have... I would have handled you."

"Hahaha... You were wasted, don’t you remember?"

She laughed. "Hahha, yes... I know how to have fun and let loose."

I hesitated but couldn’t resist my curiosity. "I’m curious about your relationship with Ashok sir. He’s married... doesn’t that make it complicated?"

"It’s not a relationship, just a fling. We’re just together for sex and that’s it."

"Wow, you’re really open-minded and so bold."

"That I am... It’s one life... why waste it?"

"True... Will you still see him after you get married?"

"I don’t see any harm in that."

"Really? What if your husband finds out?"

"We’ll see when I get married. I’m free for now."

"Makes sense..." I murmured, trying to process her carefree attitude.

"I’m a practical woman. If my husband can give me everything I need, I won’t even think of cheating, but if I need more, I’ll surely try to have it and won’t regret it."

"You’re so different... I never had a friend with such an open mind before."

"I think of you as my bestie now, so I’m sharing my real self with you. Normally, I don’t."

"I’m glad you trust me... thank you, Rashmi."

Rashmi leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, is there anything you want to share with me?"

"Umm... No, but I’m sure I’ll reach out to you anytime moving forward."

"Yes, I’d like that... But you seemed disturbed on the bus yesterday."

I froze, my mind racing. "Yes... I was just thinking, nothing serious..."

"Is it Vicky? Did he do something?"

"No, no... he has nothing to do with me..."

Rashmi gave me a knowing smile. "Relax, it’s okay... I won’t tell a soul."

"I know, but we’re just friends."

"So, can I try?" she asked, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

"What?" I was taken aback.

"He’s so handsome... I would love to go on a bike ride with him."

"Ashok wouldn’t mind?" I asked, trying to mask my surprise.

"He has a wife... why would he? I’m not his property."

"Hmmm..."

"Hope you’re not jealous?" Rashmi teased, her tone light.

"No, no... why would I be... I’m married... I..." I stammered, feeling flustered.

"Hahaha... Relax... Look at you, all flustered... Niddhi, my sweet little friend, it’s okay... I was just kidding."

"I hate you..." I muttered, playfully hitting her arm.

"I’m like this only... You’ll have to get used to it."

"I better," I replied, shaking my head in mock exasperation.

"I don’t want to force you into talking about something you don’t want to, but keeping things in our mind often results in depression, and it’s bad for the health. So if not me, better talk to someone at least."

We continued chatting as we moved outside the mall to catch our rides home.

"You’re a good friend, Rashmi, but I don’t think there’s anyone in my life who would understand my emotional turmoil... It’s something I’ll have to figure out on my own."

"That’s great, Niddhi. I wish you luck... Let’s do this again."

"Yes, I’d like that..."

After that, we went our separate ways. Our friendship felt stronger now, and I found myself drawn closer to her. Rashmi was my senior at work, always helpful, and now she had proven to be a good friend. She was so different from me... confident, outspoken, and bold. It made it difficult to open up to her, and I wondered if I ever should. The temptation to share my feelings with her was strong, but I held back, unsure of how much I could reveal. At home, everything was normal with Raj, but the guilt and betrayal weighed heavily on me. I knew I had to find an answer to all this.

The next day in the office, Vicky tried to create opportunities to be close to me. At one point, he brushed his hand against mine while I was working. My heart raced, and I quickly looked around, relieved that no one seemed to notice. It was a risky move on his part, and I shot him a look of anger, causing him to retreat. After the office, I deliberately avoided him and walked out before everyone else, heading to the bus stop. As I stood there, I saw Rashmi waving at me from a cab. We had exchanged smiles in the past, but today was different. She stopped the cab and gestured for me to come closer.

“Should I drop you?” she asked.

I hesitated, declining her offer. “It’s okay, Rashmi. You stay on the other side; it’s too much trouble for you.”

Rashmi smiled warmly. “Don’t worry, Niddhi. I’m not heading home right away. I’ll be going further after dropping you off, so it’s on the same route.”

I was reluctant but finally agreed. It was raining lightly, and I didn’t have an umbrella, so I got into the cab. As we settled in, Rashmi started a conversation.

“It’s raining, and you don’t have an umbrella. Why shy away from your friend? It’s okay, I’ll drop you.”

“Thank you, Rashmi. You’re the best,” I replied, grateful for her kindness.

“So, what’s new?” she asked, her tone casual but curious.

“Nothing much, just the usual routine. I’ll go home, cook dinner, and sleep.”

Rashmi looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That’s it? No sex?”

I blushed, taken aback by her boldness. I wasn’t used to talking about such things openly. My other friends were all traditional, like me, and we never discussed such topics. But Rashmi was different... refreshingly so. She didn’t shy away from anything.

“Umm… depends on Raj,” I said awkwardly, trying to deflect.

“Don’t you want to?” she probed further, her curiosity unabated.

“Can we talk about something else?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable.

“Yeah, sure,” she agreed with a playful grin. “You’re really the introverted type, huh?”

“I think so… yeah,” I admitted.

Rashmi chuckled. “Then it’s going to be hard to get you to open up.”

“Is it necessary to open up?” I questioned, unsure of where this conversation was heading.

“No, but it would be fun if you did,” she teased.

“What kind of fun?” I asked, curious despite myself.

“Wait and watch. And don’t say anything,” Rashmi said with a mischievous smile as she tapped the driver’s shoulder.

“What’s your name?” she asked the driver.

“Guddu, madam,” he replied, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

“Guddu, please don’t look in the rearview mirror. I’m changing, okay?” Rashmi said, her voice firm but playful.

“Sure, madam,” Guddu responded, though I noticed the car slowing down as if he was intrigued by her words.

Before I could react, Rashmi shifted me towards the edge of the seat, near the door, and moved to the middle. She was wearing a traditional salwar kameez, her usual office attire. Without any hesitation, she began undressing, first removing her kurti to reveal a black lacy bra. My heart pounded as she pulled down her salwar, exposing matching black lacy panties. It was a set... a seductive one.

She smiled wickedly at me as she pulled a red dress from her bag. It was a one-piece, hardly covering her knees, with a deep cleavage. She handed me the zipper and asked me to zip her up from behind. My hands trembled as I complied, feeling the heat of the moment. She adjusted the dress, cupping her breasts with both hands, before turning to me.

“So… how do I look?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I was speechless, my thoughts racing. I managed to give her a thumbs-up, unable to find my voice. My mind was reeling from the audacity of her actions, especially in front of a stranger. I glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the driver was indeed watching. I whispered to Rashmi, alerting her to the fact.

“I knew he would,” she whispered back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “He must be hard right now. Thinking about it is making me horny as hell, you know?”

“Rashmi, you’re something else… In the office, you act so different, and now you’re a completely different person,” I said, my voice filled with a mix of admiration and disbelief.

“Was that a compliment or a taunt?” she asked, her tone teasing.

“No, Rashmi, it wasn’t a taunt…”

“Don’t mind me. Didn’t you enjoy what happened? Wasn’t it a thrill?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“It was… my heart is racing,” I confessed, still feeling the adrenaline rush from the encounter.

“You should try it sometime. You’ll love it,” she suggested, her voice filled with playful encouragement.

“Haha… never. I could never even think of it,” I replied, shaking my head in disbelief.

“You might be thinking I’m such a slut,” Rashmi said, her tone light but curious.

“No, I’m not judging you…” I assured her, realizing that I had never truly judged her. Instead, I found myself envying her boldness.

“It’s okay. You can tell me what you really think of me,” she encouraged.

“Actually, I think you’re great… You really enjoy yourself, and I envy you,” I admitted, feeling a sense of liberation in my honesty.

“You can too… Just trust yourself and try to open up,” Rashmi said, her words resonating with me.

As the cab reached my drop-off point, we hugged each other goodbye, and I walked home. The experience had been thrilling, leaving me with a newfound admiration for Rashmi. She was so different from anyone I had ever known, and I found myself liking her more than ever. But as I started working in the kitchen, the excitement faded, replaced by the routine of everyday life. Dinner was served, and Raj went through his usual routine of unpassionate sex. It was unsatisfactory, just thrusting and thrusting while I lay there without any real emotions. Today, I didn’t even pretend to enjoy it. Raj noticed and asked if something was wrong. I brushed him off, saying I was just tired and wanted a good night’s sleep. He accepted my answer and dozed off, but my mind was elsewhere... on Vicky. I missed him. He was irresistible, and I found myself thinking about Rashmi’s advice... living life with freedom and control. Why was I suppressing myself? I knew I wanted Vicky. I deserved to have him. He made me feel so good, so happy.

The next day at the office, I waited for the perfect opportunity to be alone with Vicky, but it didn’t happen. So, I stayed longer after office hours, and when we were finally alone, I grabbed his hand and led him to the terrace. As soon as we reached it, I pulled him into a deep kiss, our bodies pressed against each other...

I moaned with pleasure, feeling his touch and his soft lips, confessing how much I had missed him, my voice filled with lust and desire. He kissed me back, almost ready to take me right there and then. But I was still cautious, not ready to take such a risk.

He offered to drop me home on his bike, and I couldn’t resist. I was possessed by his presence, craving to be close to him, to feel him again. As we rode, I hugged him tight, my mind racing with thoughts of him....

I was so desperate, so wet underneath, wanting to touch him, to feel his hardness again. But all I could do was hold him tighter, pressing my body against his.

When we reached my stop, I asked him to drop me a little distance from the society gate. He obliged and leaned in for a kiss, but I playfully denied him, waving him goodbye instead. I walked home, my mind filled with thoughts of him, feeling both excited and guilty.

Back in the kitchen, I worked happily, waiting for Raj to come home. After dinner, I initiated intimacy with Raj, hugging him, kissing him. We ended up in the same traditional missionary position, but this time, it felt different...

I imagined Vicky inside me, moaning and moaning until Raj climaxed. Even after he finished, I wanted more... I wanted to touch myself, to finish what was left undone. But I couldn’t, not in front of Raj. After cleaning up in the washroom, I thought about touching myself, but I knew it would take time.

So, I dressed in my nighty, the silky fabric brushing against my skin as I emerged from the washroom. The thought of what had transpired earlier with Vicky and Rashmi was still fresh in my mind, a tantalizing mix of excitement and longing. I lay down beside Raj, trying to stifle the throbbing need that pulsed through me. I wanted to feel that rush of pleasure again, the kind of intense satisfaction Vicky always ignited within me.

As I cuddled up to Raj, my thoughts drifted back to Vicky. The memory of his touch, his kiss, and the way he made me feel... so alive, so desired.... it was almost too much to bear. The contrast between my vibrant, thrilling moments with him and the dull, routine intimacy with Raj felt stark and painful. Raj's presence was comforting, but it was Vicky who stirred something deeper within me.

I tried to focus on Raj, to be present and engaged in our shared moments, but the urge to touch myself, to feel that peak of pleasure, was overwhelming. I shifted apart from Raj, trying to find some comfort alone. My fingers, almost involuntarily, brushed against my nighty, grazing the sensitive skin beneath. The sensation made me shiver with a mix of guilt and excitement.


Raj was deep into sleep... His presence was soothing, but it only heightened my longing. I carefully slipped my hand beneath the fabric of my nighty, my touch light and hesitant at first. As I began to explore, the pleasure built slowly, mingling with my thoughts of Vicky...

I imagined his hands on me, his lips against my skin, and it drove me closer to the edge.

In the quiet of the night, my breathing grew more erratic, a desperate whisper of pleasure escaping my lips. I was so close, but just as I felt myself nearing release, I stopped, a wave of guilt crashing over me. The thought of Raj, lying beside me, made me pull back, my touch becoming gentle and restrained. I didn’t want him to suspect anything, to know the depth of my betrayal.

After cleaning up, I lay back down beside Raj, trying to calm my racing heart. The excitement of the being with Vicky and new found friendship with Rashmi, the tantalizing glimpse into a world of freedom and desire, contrasted sharply with the reality of my marriage. I wanted to embrace that freedom, to feel Vicky's touch again, but I was caught in this tangled web of emotions.

As I closed my eyes, I knew the next day would bring its own challenges. The desire for Vicky and the thrill of the unknown would continue to linger in my mind. I was becoming more certain of my feelings for him, of the intense connection we shared. I needed to find a way to reconcile these desires with my life, to balance the thrill and passion with the responsibilities and commitments I had. The journey ahead was uncertain, but my longing for Vicky was undeniable, and it was becoming harder to suppress.

The night stretched on, and I fell into a restless sleep, my dreams filled with images of Vicky and the intoxicating possibilities of what could be.

Now, I was desperate for Vicky even more. Even though we would steal moments in the office—hidden kisses and secret touches whenever privacy allowed—it never felt like enough. Each encounter only fueled my craving for more. Yet, I cherished every stolen moment, savoring the intimacy we shared. On the other hand, my bond with Rashmi was growing stronger too. She would send me naughty jokes, cheeky memes, even soft, seductive clips that always left me blushing and aroused. All I could manage in response were shy smile emojis, masking the effect her teasing had on me.

A month passed, and Vicky and I hadn’t found another chance to be alone. He often suggested meeting on Saturdays, perhaps escaping to a hotel, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask Raj for permission—or worse, lie to him. The more I denied myself, the more desperate I became. My body ached for Vicky, yet every fleeting moment we shared still felt like a lifeline, keeping me afloat in this sea of longing. I was falling deeply for him, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, and our conversations had begun to mirror those of a couple. He loved it, and so did I.

Then came that fateful day when the heavens opened up, unleashing a torrential downpour. We were on the office terrace, hiding away just outside on the stairs. His arms enveloped me, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold rain. Our lips met, hungry and urgent, as my hand moved down to rub him through his pants. The rain became our excuse, allowing us to linger longer than we should. Time slipped away as the storm raged, but eventually, we had to part. Reluctantly, I climbed onto Vicky’s bike, and he drove me home through the stormy night.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest brewing inside me. When we arrived, Raj stood by the door, concern etched on his face as he watched the rain lash against the driveway. I stood by the door, drenched...

while Vicky close behind, equally soaked to the bone...

"Niddhi, over here!" Raj called, rushing toward me with an umbrella. "You're completely drenched!"

"Raj, this is Vicky, my colleague from the office. He was kind enough to give me a ride home," I said, my voice steady despite the tension coiling inside me.

Raj extended a hand to Vicky, thanking him for his help. He invited him inside, offering him a place to stay for the night, given the terrible weather. I exchanged a quick glance with Vicky, our unspoken connection vibrating between us. With a nod of agreement, I led him inside.

The house was quiet, save for the rhythmic drumming of rain against the roof. Raj soon fell asleep, his breathing deep and even beside me in bed. But sleep eluded me. My heart raced, the events of the day replaying in my mind. I glanced at the clock.... 2:30 AM.

Carefully, I slipped out of bed, my movements slow and deliberate, making sure Raj wouldn’t stir. My heart pounded in my chest, and the familiar tension hummed through my body. I had to see Vicky—just once more. I padded silently through the hallway, each step measured, as if the slightest sound could shatter everything. The darkened living room was still, shadows playing tricks on my senses, but I knew Vicky was there. The need to feel him, to be with him, overpowered any lingering caution.

As I reached the door, I hesitated only for a moment before slipping outside. The rain had eased into a gentle drizzle, but the cool air pricked at my skin. I carefully latched the door from the outside, ensuring Raj wouldn’t be able to follow. My heart raced, excitement mixed with guilt as I moved towards the living room... I saw Vicky, who sat on the couch, looking more like a forbidden dream than a reality. I was so horny, I quickly removed my nighty exposing my erect nipples and perky boobs...

I walked towards him, His eyes met mine, uncertainty clouding his features. “Niddhi, we shouldn’t....”

But I was beyond words. The desperation that had been building inside me for weeks now surged to the surface, drowning out any rational thoughts. I moved swiftly to him, sitting beside him on the couch. The soft skin of mine brushed against his leg as I leaned in, my hands already working to undo his sheet...

“Niddhi, wait…” His protest was weak, his voice laced with worry, but his body betrayed him. I lowered myself between his legs, As I tugged at his boxers, touching it with desperation... I quickly leaned smiling rubbing his erection with lust in my eyes...

he let out a soft groan...

“I need this, Vicky,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “I need you.”

Without waiting for his response, my hands sliding his boxers down... I ran my hand over his shaft as I took his cock into my mouth...

The feel of him, hot and rigid, made my own body hum with need. Every inch of him was mine to explore, to taste, and I did so with a desperation that bordered on madness. His hands instinctively moved to my hair, gripping it tightly as I worked him with my lips and tongue, my own arousal pooling between my thighs.

“Niddhi…” he breathed, half a plea, half surrender.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My actions spoke louder than words as I worshipped him, feeling his body tense and respond to every flick of my tongue, every gentle suction...

His soft groans filled the small space, the living room thick with the sound of our shared pleasure. I could feel his restraint slipping, could sense how much he wanted this too, despite his earlier protests.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

Pulling back, I quickly stood, the cool air brushing against my wet lips, and straddled him, my panties falling down.... His eyes widened, unsure and full of questions, but I silenced them with a kiss, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat of him against my soaked core.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, breathless, his hands resting on my hips as if holding himself back.

“Yes,” I breathed, guiding him to my entrance, the head of his cock nudging at my slick folds. “I’m sure.”

And with that, I sank down onto him, taking him inside me in one fluid motion...

A gasp escaped my lips, the feeling of him filling me completely, stretching me, making me whole. I began to move, slow at first, savoring every inch of him as I rode him, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. The pleasure built quickly, wave after wave of sensation crashing over me as I lost myself in the rhythm.

“I love you,” I moaned, my voice a breathy whisper as I leaned in to kiss him again...

my lips hungry for the taste of him. “I love you, Vicky… I love you so much…”

He didn’t say it back, not once. Instead, he just hummed in response, his lips meeting mine with a gentle, almost absent kiss. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of me, each one laced with the truth of my feelings. I loved him, with every fiber of my being, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

I quickened my pace, my hips grinding down onto him as I sought that sweet release... The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming me as I rode him harder, faster, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. His hands gripped my hips now, guiding my movements as he met my desperate rhythm with his own, his breathing ragged and strained. while i rode him passionetly moving my entire body in rhythm...

Finally, with a loud, broken moan, I came undone, my body trembling and tightening around him as the orgasm tore through me. My nails dug into his skin, my eyes fluttering shut as the waves of pleasure washed over me. And then, with a deep groan, Vicky followed, his body tensing beneath me as he spilled inside me, his grip on my hips tightening as he rode out his own release.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies entwined, the aftermath of our passion leaving us breathless. My head rested against his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath my ear, grounding me in the reality of what we’d just done. But even in that moment of intimacy, I knew something was missing. The words I so desperately wanted to hear from him never came. Instead, all I got was silence, punctuated by the occasional hum and soft kiss.

But I didn’t care. Not right now. All that mattered was that, for a brief moment, I had him. Fully and completely. And I kissed him deeply with passion...

The nap was short, but deep enough to pull me into a brief, peaceful oblivion. When I opened my eyes, my face was nestled against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing lulling me. The room was dimly lit, the first soft hues of dawn creeping in through the curtains, casting a pale glow over us. Reality began to creep back in, and with it, the weight of everything that had just happened.

I sighed softly, my heart heavy with the knowledge that I couldn’t stay. Raj would wake soon, and the delicate balance I’d managed to maintain would shatter if he found me here. Slowly, I began to stir, my body aching in ways that felt both satisfying and bittersweet. I shifted gently, untangling myself from Vicky’s embrace, careful not to wake him.

As I slid off the bed, a pang of guilt twisted in my chest, but I pushed it aside. I couldn’t afford to dwell on it now. My clothes were scattered across the room, remnants of our passion, and I gathered them quickly, my fingers trembling slightly. The nighty felt cool against my skin as I pulled it back on, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment that had just passed.

I made my way to the bathroom, the silence of the house almost oppressive. Inside, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was tousled, my lips swollen from kisses, and my skin still flushed with the afterglow of pleasure. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to shake the haze of desire that clung to me like a second skin. The cold droplets shocked my senses, grounding me back into the reality I couldn’t avoid.

I dressed quickly, the fabric of my clothes feeling foreign and almost constricting after the freedom of the night. My mind raced, replaying every moment with Vicky, every touch, every whispered word. I knew I had to get back to Raj, but leaving Vicky behind felt like tearing a piece of myself away.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Vicky was already up, fully dressed, standing by the door with a quiet, unreadable expression on his face. His gaze met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. I wanted to say something, anything to bridge the growing distance between us, but the words wouldn’t come.

Instead, I crossed the room in a few quick steps and wrapped my arms around him...

holding him close for what felt like the last time. The embrace was brief, but full of unspoken emotions. My head rested against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat one last time.

He hugged me back, his hands lingering on my back for a moment before he let go. “Take care, Niddhi,” he said softly, his voice low and steady. There was a finality to his words that made my chest tighten.

“Goodbye, Vicky,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I pulled back. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before he turned and walked out the door, disappearing into the early morning light.

And just like that, he was gone.

The night had been a whirlwind—a heady mix of passion and desire that left my body tingling with the remnants of pleasure. But now, I knew I had to face the consequences of my actions, no matter how much I wished to stay wrapped in the warmth of those stolen moments with Vicky. The weight of what I had done pressed heavily on my chest as I made my way to the kitchen, my bare feet cold against the tile floor.

The familiar routine of making tea should have calmed my nerves, but every movement felt mechanical, disconnected from the woman who had just been lost in the throes of passion mere hours ago. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the teapot, the soft clinking of porcelain the only sound breaking the silence. The scent of the brewing tea filled the air, normally a comfort, but today it felt almost suffocating. I had to steady myself, had to put on the mask of normalcy before returning to Raj.

As I poured the tea, my mind raced. How was I going to face him? What if he suspected something? The guilt gnawed at me, sharp and unforgiving. But I couldn’t afford to let it show. I had to be the perfect wife, the perfect partner—everything he believed me to be.

I carried the two cups back to the bedroom, forcing my breathing to even out as I crossed the threshold. Raj was stirring, his face soft and relaxed as he slowly emerged from sleep. His messy hair and sleepy eyes were a familiar sight, one that should have filled me with comfort, but instead, it only heightened the guilt churning in my stomach.

“Morning, love,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he reached for the cup of tea I handed him.

“Good morning,” I replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. The cup felt too hot in my hands, but I welcomed the burn. It was something real, something to focus on that wasn’t the chaos swirling in my mind.

As he took a sip of the tea, his gaze lingered on me longer than usual. My heart skipped a beat, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I thought he knew. I thought he could see through the facade I had so carefully constructed.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

The lie slipped easily from my lips, smooth and practiced. “Yes, I did. How about you?”

Raj hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly as if he was trying to piece something together. My breath caught in my throat as I waited for his response.

“I woke up half an hour before” he said slowly, his eyes still on me, searching. “And you weren’t there.”

For a split second, panic flared in my chest, hot and overwhelming. But I forced myself to stay calm, to breathe. My mind raced, scrambling for a plausible explanation. The storm. Yes, the storm.

“I went to check on Vicky, He was leaving had to reach home early to get ready for the office” I replied smoothly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

Raj’s gaze softened at that, and he nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. “You’re always so considerate, Niddhi. Always looking out for others.”

His words stung more than he could ever know. If only he knew the truth—that my concern for Vicky had been anything but innocent. That I had been driven by desire, not kindness. But I smiled, hiding the turmoil beneath a mask of warmth and affection.

We sat in silence for a while, sipping our tea. The tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by the familiar rhythm of our mornings. Raj’s presence should have brought me comfort, but instead, it only reminded me of the betrayal I had committed. The storm outside had passed, but the storm within me still raged, a tempest of guilt, desire, and confusion.

Raj leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the warmth of the tea. I watched him, feeling a pang of guilt that threatened to consume me. I wanted to reach out, to touch him, to offer some form of comfort, but I couldn’t. My hands remained folded in my lap, trembling slightly as I fought to keep the emotions at bay.

Eventually, Raj finished his tea and placed the empty cup on the nightstand. He looked at me, his expression soft and full of trust. “I’m glad you’re always here, Niddhi,” he said, his voice filled with genuine affection. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The words pierced me, leaving a sharp ache in their wake. I forced a smile, nodding as I looked away, unable to meet his gaze any longer. The weight of my secret felt unbearable, but I couldn’t let it show. I had made my choice, and now I had to live with it.

As we sat there in the quiet of the morning, I realized that no matter how hard I tried to bury the guilt, it would always be there, lurking beneath the surface, ready to rise whenever I let my guard down. The storm within me would never truly pass.

But it all went away when i saw vicky next day... It was as if i was possed by him. I wanted to get in to his arms.. kiss him... feel his warm body against mine... but... during the office it had been a nightmare... my boss, had unleashed his frustration on me in front of everyone. His harsh words stung, each one a reminder of how insignificant I felt under his gaze. As I stood there, trying to hold back tears, I saw Vicky watching me from across the room. There was something in his eyes.... concern, maybe even anger on my behalf... that made my heart ache.

Once the storm passed, I returned to my desk, feeling utterly defeated. I tried to focus on my work, but my hands were trembling. That’s when Vicky came over, his presence like a balm to my frayed nerves.

"Hey, Niddhi," he said softly, his voice a lifeline. "Don’t let him get to you. You’re better than this."

I looked up at him, those familiar brown eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Thanks, Vicky. I just… I don’t know if I can take much more of this."

He crouched beside me, his hand gently resting on mine. "Let me help you fix the report. Together, we’ll show him you’re not someone to be messed with."

I nodded, feeling a little of the tension ease from my shoulders. As we worked side by side, I couldn’t help but feel a connection—a closeness that went beyond just being colleagues. Vicky had always been there for me, more than just a friend, more than I ever expected.

When the day finally ended, I was exhausted but grateful. Vicky offered to drop me home on his bike, as he often did. I loved the feeling of freedom that came with riding on the back of his bike, my arms wrapped around his waist, the wind in my hair. It was one of those simple pleasures that made the day’s troubles seem distant.

As we pulled up to my apartment, I didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want the day to end with just a wave and a smile. So, I leaned forward and kissed him. It was meant to be a quick, innocent peck on the lips, but when our mouths met, there was a familiar spark. His lips were soft, warm, and I felt a pang of longing, a reminder of the times we had been more than just colleagues, more than just friends. I pulled back quickly, feeling the flush of heat on my cheeks.

"Thanks, Vicky," I murmured, giving him a small smile as I dismounted the bike.

"Anytime, Niddhi," he replied, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary.

I turned and walked towards the entrance, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me—guilt, desire, and something that felt dangerously close to love. I reached for the door, my heart still racing from the kiss, As soon as I walked through the door, I could feel something was off. Raj was standing by the window, his arms crossed tightly, his face a mask of cold fury. My heart started pounding in my chest, a sense of dread creeping over me. Did he see? But I couldn’t let him know the truth. I had to stay calm.

"Hey," I greeted him, forcing a casual smile, trying to brush off the unease gnawing at my insides. "What’s wrong?"

He didn’t return the smile. His eyes were fixed on me, a mix of disbelief and anger flashing across them. "What do you mean, ‘What’s wrong?’ Niddhi? I saw you outside with Vicky."

My stomach dropped. He knew. He must have seen the kiss. But I couldn’t admit it, not like this. "Raj, it was just a goodbye. You must have imagined something else."

He shook his head, his expression growing harder. "Imagined? Niddhi, I saw you kiss him. On the lips. And don’t you dare tell me it was innocent."

I could feel the panic rising in my chest, but I pushed it down, forcing my voice to stay steady. "Raj, it wasn’t like that. You know how you can get sometimes. It was just a quick peck goodbye. That’s it."

His eyes narrowed further, his disbelief deepening. "A quick peck? Do you really think I’m that stupid? This is the same guy from those chats, isn’t it? The one with the big cock" His voice dripped with venom. "I read those messages, Niddhi. You lied to me then, telling me he was some online stranger. But now I know. I’m sure it’s the same Vicky."

I froze, my mind racing. How could he know? Yes, he had seen the chats before, but I thought I had covered my tracks with my first apology. How much had he seen? How much did he know?

"Raj," I began, trying to sound calm, "it’s not what you think. Vicky’s just a friend, he’s been helping me at work. That’s all. I don’t know what you think you saw, but I promise, it was just a goodbye. Nothing more."

He stared at me, the anger in his eyes slowly fading into something colder... disappointment, maybe even resignation. "I don’t want to argue, Niddhi," he finally said, his voice flat. "Just… leave it."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t yelling, wasn’t accusing me anymore—he was done. And that scared me more than anything. I had pushed him too far.

I stood there, speechless, as he turned away, heading to the bedroom without another word. My mind was a whirlwind of guilt, panic, and something else... something that made me feel even worse. Desire. Not for Raj, but for Vicky. The thought of his lips on mine, the thrill of being with him, was still there, gnawing at me, even as I watched my marriage crumble in front of me.

As the night wore on, the guilt started to weigh on me. Raj didn’t deserve this. He loved me, and I had betrayed him. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized something else... I wanted Vicky. If Raj wanted to leave me because of it, maybe that would be for the best. I couldn’t keep living this lie, torn between two men, one who made me feel alive, and one who was becoming just another part of my routine.

I couldn’t let Raj go without trying to make things right, though. I knew he loved me, and deep down, I still loved him too. Maybe, just maybe, we could fix this. And if we couldn’t, then I would move on.

With that thought in mind, I sat down and wrote him a letter. I poured my heart into it, apologizing for the hurt I had caused, promising that I would do better, that I would make it up to him. I wasn’t sure if I meant every word, but I knew it was what he needed to hear.

The second letter of Apology - > https://xforum.live/threads/letters-of-apology-to-my-husband.144368/post-9377955

The next morning, I left the letter where Raj could find it before heading out. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions.... guilt, anticipation, and a lingering desire for Vicky that I couldn’t shake.

When I came home later, Raj was waiting for me, the letter in his hand. His expression was softer, the hard lines of anger replaced with something more vulnerable.

"Niddhi," he began, his voice gentle, "I read your letter. I can see that you’re sorry. I believe you, and I’m willing to move past this if you are."

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes. "I am, Raj. I really am. I don’t want to lose you."

He sighed, pulling me into his arms. "Maybe it’s time you consider leaving that job if it’s causing you so much stress. I don't want to fight with you over some stranger."

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Vicky, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Let me think about it, Raj. I need to prove to myself that I can handle this. But please, don’t worry about Vicky. I love you, and only you."

He held me close, his embrace warm and reassuring. That night, we made love, and I tried to lose myself in the moment, to forget everything else. But as Raj moved above me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of emptiness, a longing for something more. His touch, once familiar and comforting, now felt routine, mundane. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, but my mind kept drifting to Vicky, to the way he made me feel.

As I lay there afterward, wrapped in Raj’s arms, I realized that no matter how much I tried to push it away, my feelings for Vicky were still there, simmering beneath the surface. A part of me wished that Raj had left me, that he had seen through my lies and walked away. It would have made things easier, clearer.

But he hadn’t. He had forgiven me, and now we were here, trying to make it work. I sighed, letting the thought of Vicky fill my mind, imagining his hands on my body, his lips on mine. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. At least for now, things were sorted with Raj. But I couldn’t wait to see Vicky again, to feel that spark, that thrill that I couldn’t find anywhere else.

As Raj drifted off to sleep beside me, I stared at the ceiling, a small smile tugging at my lips. This wasn’t over... not by a long shot. I just had to see if Vicky felt the same.

 

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