Hi kaise ho aapMy Second Letter, I made a mistake again... It was never my intention to hurt Raj but he caught me. It was a good kiss. Vicky's lips are so soft and it makes me desire for more but thank god Raj saw from our window and he could only see my back. I will have to be more cautious. I will fix this with a letter again... I know Raj loves me a lot.
Dear Raj,
I am writing to you with a heavy heart, knowing that I have hurt you deeply. I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart, and I am committed to making our marriage work. I am so sorry for what you saw last night. It was never my intention for you to find out about my friendship with Vicky in that way. I am sorry about lying to you. But I didnt want you to be hurt. He leaves me everyday on his bike. You know how much I love bike rides. But I only love you.
I want to be honest with you and tell you that Vicky has been helping me at work. My boss has been very rude to me lately, and Vicky has stood up for me. I was grateful for his support, and I kissed him on the cheek to thank him. I know it must have looked like more than that, but I promise you, it wasn't. I was caught off guard when you arrived, and I didn't know how to explain the situation.
I want you to know that I still desire you, and I find you incredibly attractive. I know that I have been distant lately, and I am sorry for that. I want to make it up to you, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to regain your trust.
There is a rumor around that Vicky has a big cock, I was curious and I won't lie, I have thought about it. But I have never acted on those thoughts, and I never will. I love you, and I only want to be with you. I am sorry if my actions have made you feel inadequate or unwanted. That was never my intention.
I want to make love to you tonight, and every night after that. I want to show you how much I still desire you, and how much I still love you. I know that I have hurt you, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make it right.
Please forgive me, my love. I am committed to making our marriage work, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to regain your trust and love.
Yours always,
Niddhi
English ati hi nahi mujhe# 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...
"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.
"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.
Hi jannatBeautifully written story ...no words to say... totally speechless..
The way of your story writing made simple story so special and incredible..with high quality supporting gif acc.to situation is wow...
I am a huge fan of your stories....
Keep it up...
Best regards and luv to you
Hindi me likhoMy Second Letter, I made a mistake again... It was never my intention to hurt Raj but he caught me. It was a good kiss. Vicky's lips are so soft and it makes me desire for more but thank god Raj saw from our window and he could only see my back. I will have to be more cautious. I will fix this with a letter again... I know Raj loves me a lot.
Dear Raj,
I am writing to you with a heavy heart, knowing that I have hurt you deeply. I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart, and I am committed to making our marriage work. I am so sorry for what you saw last night. It was never my intention for you to find out about my friendship with Vicky in that way. I am sorry about lying to you. But I didnt want you to be hurt. He leaves me everyday on his bike. You know how much I love bike rides. But I only love you.
I want to be honest with you and tell you that Vicky has been helping me at work. My boss has been very rude to me lately, and Vicky has stood up for me. I was grateful for his support, and I kissed him on the cheek to thank him. I know it must have looked like more than that, but I promise you, it wasn't. I was caught off guard when you arrived, and I didn't know how to explain the situation.
I want you to know that I still desire you, and I find you incredibly attractive. I know that I have been distant lately, and I am sorry for that. I want to make it up to you, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to regain your trust.
There is a rumor around that Vicky has a big cock, I was curious and I won't lie, I have thought about it. But I have never acted on those thoughts, and I never will. I love you, and I only want to be with you. I am sorry if my actions have made you feel inadequate or unwanted. That was never my intention.
I want to make love to you tonight, and every night after that. I want to show you how much I still desire you, and how much I still love you. I know that I have hurt you, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make it right.
Please forgive me, my love. I am committed to making our marriage work, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to regain your trust and love.
Yours always,
Niddhi
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