Hi there, my dear XIS readers! I’m Ved, 25M from Mumbai. I’m a writer, and I’ve written this story. I hope you enjoy it.
Dixita had both her hands planted firmly on the dining table and her legs spread apart. With each thrust that Arnab, her husband, gave into her ass, he let out a moan. But she didn’t. She stood firm while he kept going at it.
He’d been going at it more than ten minutes when she said, “Hurry up. Bhumi will be here in an hour. I need to get ready.”
Arnab’s reply came quickly, “Yes, I know. Shut up.”
After Arnab finally climaxed, he walked away without a word. Dixita pulled up her panties and wore her jeans. For a while, she just stood there, watching the rain hammering on the window. No thoughts. Then she went away to get ready for the dinner party.
Theirs was an arranged marriage, and after a year of being together, their lovemaking had lost all its fun and become a routine task. Something to get over with. They both hated each other but couldn’t get a divorce because of societal pressure.
Appearances mattered to them more than anything else in the world. That’s why they were so great at hosting dinner parties. They may hate each other, but when someone comes home, they suddenly become a loving and successful couple.
Dixita is the head editor for a tech magazine, and Arnab is a financial analyst at a bank. They are living life big in their sea-facing penthouse in South Bombay.
And that’s exactly how they acted when Bhumi finally arrived at their home, bringing along her 19-year-old son, Anuj. Her husband, Vishen, Anuj’s dad, worked in the US most of the year. They had no other family in Mumbai, and they had gotten close to Arnab and Dixita.
As soon as Anuj saw Dixita, he walked up to her and touched her feet. Being an older woman, Dixita was a mentor for Bhumi. The respect that Bhumi had for Dixita was passed over to Anuj. Dixita adored Anuj for his good manners and lovingly ran a hand through his head.
After the usual greetings, they sat down for dinner (at the same table where Anil had raw dogged Dixita some time ago).
Dixita asked Bhumi, “So, Bhumi, what’s Anuj up to these days? What’s the latest hobby?”
Bhumi said, “Sir wants to be a writer now!”
Dixita replied, “Wow! That’s nice. I guess his photography phase didn’t last long then.”
They had a good laugh about that. But then Anuj entered the room.
Dixita said to him, “Anuj, you want to be a writer?”
Anuj said, “Yes, aunty. I’m working on a short story.”
Dixita said, “That’s so cool! What type of short story is it?”
Anuj replied, “Sci-fi.”
Delighted, Dixita said, “That’s awesome! The magazine is thinking of publishing some sci-fi stories in an upcoming edition. So, let me have a look at it when it is done.”
Anuj was very happy to hear that and said, “I could show it to you tomorrow if you want.”
Dixita replied, “Actually, I’m going to Delhi for a few days to attend a tech expo. But after I come back, yes, definitely!”
After dinner, Anuj was watching TV in the bedroom. Dixita, Arnab, and Bhumi settled down in the living room for wine. Bhumi excused herself to go to the washroom.
Just then, the bell rang. Dixita opened the door to the building watchman. He said that their car had to be moved because it was blocking another car.
Dixita turned back to look for Arnab, but he wasn’t there on the couch. She didn’t want to look for him, so she took the car keys and went down to move the car herself.
While Dixita was down in the parking lot, Arnab was in the washroom. With Bhumi. He smiled and asked her, “Why was the door not locked?”
Bhumi laughed and said, “I knew you were going to come!”
Arnab bent down to her, and they kissed. Then he stood up, unzipped, and whipped his cock out. Seeing it wagging in front of her face, Bhumi immediately went to work on it, taking it in her mouth.
Arnab closed his eyes and moaned, putting his hand behind her head and pulling her deeper in. It didn’t take long for him to cum in Bhumi’s mouth. She swallowed it gratefully and said, “Delicious.”
Arnab said, “Get ready. You’re going to get this for three days straight.”
In a playful mocking tone, Bhumi replied, “Oh, wow. Is that your appetite? Dixita told me you guys only do it once a month.”
“I just do it with her so she doesn’t suspect a thing. I’m tired of her old, dry body. But my need is still there. It’s crazy, and I’m going to fulfil it with you.”
The next day, Arnab woke up early and dropped off Dixita at the airport. Then he called in to take a sick leave from work. Meanwhile, Bhumi waited until Anuj had left for college and then went to Arnab’s place.
When she arrived, Arnab was ready. They were both so excited. The moment Bhumi stepped in, Arnab pulled her with his strong arms. He pushed her against the door. They started making out and unclothing themselves.
He pulled down his pants, revealing his erect cock, and after some quick sucking, he went into her. Leaning on her till he could feel her every breath on his lips and strands of her hair on his ears. He kept kissing her and maintained a steady back-and-forth movement.
After a while, he held her up with his arms, and she folded her legs against his back. They fell back on the living room couch. Arnab laid down while Bhumi stayed on top, bouncing on his cock, her boobs going up and down with every movement.
Their lovemaking was so heated and passionate that they didn’t hear the door opening behind them. Dixita’s flight had been cancelled.
Arnab noticed her first, followed by Bhumi, following his terrified gaze behind her. In a quick flurry of movement, they scrambled to cover themselves in the throw blanket lying on the couch.
But Dixita just stood there, still holding onto her bag. She didn’t say anything. There was no emotion on her face, just a sort of numb detachment. She turned back just as suddenly as she had walked in and left the door open behind her.
On the way down the stairs, her mind raced. But it was not Arnab to whom she was directing her hatred. She didn’t care about him. She knew who he was; it was going to happen sooner or later.
Bhumi was young, and her skin had a glow to it that Dixita had lost long ago. But why did it have to be her only? Mumbai is full of girls like her. If it were any other girl, then it would’ve been fine. But this betrayal needed an answer.
Ever since Dixita met Bhumi at a corporate networking event, Dixita has taken her under her wing. And this is how she repays her?
The further she got to the ground floor, the more energetic she became. Revenge. Revenge. That’s all she had on her mind by the time she got to her car. She kept thinking about how she could get back at Bhumi.
Suddenly, it occurred to her: Anuj.
Days passed. Dixita started living alone in a flat in Juhu. She cut all communication with Arnab and Bhumi, but she kept close tabs on both of them. Bhumi was planning a trip to the US to meet her husband. But Anuj was staying back in Mumbai because he had exams.
So, it was the right time to go for it. This is the chat Dixita had with Anuj the day Bhumi left for the US.
Dixita: Hi!
Anuj: Hey Dixita aunty, how are you?
Dixita: Don’t call me aunty, just Dixita. Aren’t we friends? By the way, I heard you’ve written a short story.
Anuj: Yes!
Dixita: Do you want to get it published in my magazine?
Anuj: What?! Really?
Dixita: Why not? I can definitely convince them to give it a try.
Anuj: Thanks! Are you sure?
Dixita: Yes, definitely! You’ve written it, so it must be good. Can you come this afternoon? Bring along a copy.
Anuj: I can send you the link to the doc right now if you want.
Dixita: No, actually, let’s meet. I’ll send you the new address.
Anuj: Okay, I’ll be there. See you.
Dixita knew that young guys love to get with older women. Anuj always acted like a good boy in front of everyone. But she knew that every boy had that desire. And when you’re wearing rose-coloured glasses, you don’t see the red flags. So, she knew that he was excited to come.
When he arrived at one, he was wearing a simple red t-shirt and jeans. Dixita welcomed him inside, directed him to sit on the couch, and brought him a glass of water. She worked her magic on him, and thirty minutes later, he was standing with his pants down.
She was poised knee-down with an open mouth in front of his hard brown cock. She had her tongue out, and just as she touched the tip of his cock with it, there was a loud beeping sound. She turned, and it was from Anuj’s smartwatch. They both looked at it, and it said, “Abnormal heart rate detected.”
Anuj chuckled nervously, but Dixita laughed fully, and she found it quite funny. It would be such a unique feeling for him, she thought. For him, she was significantly older, from a different generation, and had high values.
And yet, currently, they were engaged in a completely irrational activity that neither of them really needed to do but craved. It must’ve been such a surprise for him to see that side of her. She had always maintained a respectful and clean personality.
With that thought, she again went down on him, covering his cock in her mouth and licking it up and down with her tongue. He closed his eyes and threw his head back at the pleasure of it, and then the cum flowed down her throat. It was over within 2 minutes.
With a renewed glow on her face, Dixita said, “That was delicious, honey.”
Anuj looked like he had many thoughts in his head, but all that came out of his mouth was, “Oh my God.” Again and again, he said, “Oh my God.”
Dixita laughed. She took his hand and took him to the bedroom. There, she removed her pants and sat beside him with her legs spread apart. He looked between her legs with wide-eyed fascination. He’d never seen it before. He kept looking at it.
Dixita took his hand and placed it between her legs. His hand shuddered at the warm, soft spot, and he let out a small moan.
“You want to try it?” Dixita asked.
Nervous, he swallowed and let out a sheepish “Yes.”
Dixita again took control. She told him to lay down on the bed and sucked him again to lubricate his fully-erect cock, and then got on top of him. His eyes immediately opened in surprise again. He held both sides of her waist and made upward thrusts.
She threw back her head and leaned behind, both hands at her back on his legs for support, pushing her full weight on his cock. Anuj interlaced his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Seeing this, Dixita did what she had planned all along.
She took her phone, which was on the other side of the bed, and took a selfie of them in the act. It was a marvellous image. Anuj’s face was clearly visible, his pleasured face, his unkempt hair. She was on top of him, her breasts hanging out, smiling widely, looking directly at the camera.
She sent the picture to Bhumi, threw the phone on the pillow beside Anuj, and went down again. His eyes opened. Dixita’s voluptuous tits were within his reach and nearing. He opened his mouth to suck on her nipples.
They kept going for a while until he cum, and then Dixita fell on Anuj’s chest. Both of them were covered in sweat and tired. Her goal had already been achieved. But without a doubt in her mind, Dixita knew that she wanted to do this again.
Just then, she heard a notification sound. She reached for her phone. There was a message from Bhumi.
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