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The story will be narrated from the footsteps of Nivedita and Kishan.
Nivedita:
After relieving with loads of orgasm, I dusted away the thoughts of getting banged by my hubby’s colleague Kishan. It all looked like a fantasy and could happen only in stories.
Even Kishan was not interested. He neither gave away his house location nor his contact number.
On the day of the birthday party, the moment Nivedita sat behind her husband Deepak, Kishan felt too jealous. Kishan immediately headed for a drink. He reached home at midnight, all drunk. He unlocked the empty home, heading straight to the bedroom.
In frustration, he threw away all his clothes around the bed and held his hungry, starving cock. He unlocks his phone and opens the gallery to find pictures of Nivedita. He did capture her pictures secretly. He had captured her craving, needy eyes.
Kishan’s dick thickens, watching hungry eyes and the sexy body of bomb Nivedita. Was he right in not revealing his home location? Not sharing his contact? With this hungry horny pussy Nivedita. He felt he did the right thing.
But Kishan was too horny and wanted Nivedita very badly. Nivedita matched his wavelength in all the horny aspects. He regretted missing the opportunity of eating her juicy pussy. Among many things he wanted to do with Nivedita’s body, he lamented on missing squeezing her hefty boobs to a pulp.
Deepak and the sense of morality stopped Kishan from revealing his house address or contact information. He knew where Deepak’s house was located. But he decided not to venture anything.
That night Kishan shagged and cum thrice, rekindling every warm moment he had with the hottie Nivedita. The next day, he, too, brushed away Nivedita’s thoughts and continued his routine life.
Nivedita:
I thought I brushed off Kishan but I realized that I didn’t. I sneaked into my hubby’s phone and took Kishan’s contact number and saved it in my phone. I started sneaking my hubby’s phone regularly and checked Kishan’s DP/status. Kishan seems to enjoy his life.
In these two weeks, the thoughts of Kishan only grew stronger. That night my fingers lost control and sent a “Hi” text message to Kishan at midnight 11. I quickly deleted that message. I kept checking for replies from Kishan. But there was no response.
I felt relieved when the blank DP turned to his pic. He did save my number. I slept happily that night.
Nivedita and Kishan both dreamed and needed each other. Both craved wild erotic sex badly/madly. Kishan was tempted due to the lack of sex with away wife and the hot Nivedita. Nivedita was tempted due to the lack of wild sex and less physical attention from her husband, Deepak.
Both controlled their intentions due to Deepak. Nivedita thinks Kishan is her husband’s colleague. Kishan thinks Nivedita is her colleague’s wife. But the hunger for each other was so huge that it would finally win over morality.
Kishan saved her number but did not text her back since her husband would be near. The next day, from the office, he replies, “Hi Nivedita.”
Nivedita:
I read the message. I was scared, dumbstruck, and excited, too. I was confused about how to start the conversation. An idea originated, and I quickly changed to the saree I wore at the birthday event. Clicked some hot pictures and changed my DP, revealing a slight cleavage.
To make Kishan notice the change of DP I replied, just a dot(.). Kishan replies, opening his hungry heart, “Damn Nivedita. I am dying to meet you. I am dying to fuck you. I want you. I am coming for you.” He did not ask my permission. I felt too excited.
Was he really coming?
I quickly took the head bath. Got ready and waited for Kishan’s message. I wore a long strand of jasmine on my hair. Bangalore was cloudy and cool that day. We stayed in a 2 BHK independent house. I left the main door and gate wide open.
I started appreciating Kishan’s control since he knew my home address all along. How dare he understand my dp change that way. He even did not ask my permission. But I liked that guy who took control over me. I removed and wore the saree again this time without bra and petticoat.
I was very eager to continue from where we had left that night in his car. My pussy lips were active. My boobs were delicate. My nipples hard, waiting for his rough hands.
Kishan thinks of his dirty message. He deletes the message. He was clueless about what to do next since she might be waiting. After a lot of consideration, he decides to go to his colleague Deepak’s home.
Before stepping out of office, he ensured Deepak was in office. His dick was already energized to pierce into Nivedita.)
Nivedita:
Was I ready for this wilderness? What if one of my neighbours notices? It was broad daytime. While I was worried about that, heavy rain started pouring from the dense clouds. I was still doubtful about the arrival of Kishan.
I was puzzled. I wanted Kishan to come and eat my body. At the same time, I don’t want him to come too. I waited in the bedroom, which was at the far end of the main door, gazing through the window. My body floated in excitement, seeing Kishan.
The rain did me a favour as Kishan parked his bike slightly away from my house. Kishan looks around the desolate street and sprints through the gate into the main door. Hiding, I watched him from the peephole of the door hinge. Water dripped from his body.
My breath rate suddenly increased. My lungs craved more oxygen. Bing, a text message. I read the text from Kishan, “Do you want me to leave?” My hands shivered to open the text. I didn’t know how and what to respond.
After a few seconds, another text, “I couldn’t take off the memories of that night, Nivedita. I want you.” I opened the text. My whole body became fully attentive, ready to be savoured by this fantasy man. My heart wanted Kishan very badly. Kishan, too, was starving.
I hesitated to respond. Another message, “Okay, I understand. Goodbye Nivedita”. This message skipped a heartbeat. I quickly rush and open the bedroom door. I scan him with water dripping from his drenched clothes.
Our eyes meet briefly. His same seductive eyes. Seeing me in the same saree, the bulge in his pants thickened. As I shook my head, indicating him not to leave me, the scent of jasmine filled the void.
That’s all. It started one of our best and horniest sex ever.
His arms part wide apart welcoming me for an embrace. Like a magnet, I rush into him in the hall, hugging him tightly and squeezing my warm body into his drenched clothes. The moment his strong arm wraps around me, holding my bare hips, I detach. I stood watching him shyly with a blank expression.
Kishan smiles, watching my eyes and lips. His eyes scan along my body from my eyes to toe. He grabs my hand and rubs the back of my palm with his thumb. His other strong hand circles around the back of my neck. He drags my neck and locks his lips.
His full lips locked onto my lips. I was breathless and had to gasp for air as his tongue found its way into my mouth. His lips hunted for my tongue and dragged it out of my lips. I broke the kiss, taking deep breaths. His hand encircling my neck drags me again and locks his lips a second time.
His other hand encircles my bare navel, clutching me tightly into his drenched body. This time his lips busily sucked my lips, draining my mouth of saliva. I, too engrossed in the kiss, sucked his lips with closed eyes. Our long noses clashed with each other.
I could smell him. My hands encircled around, feeling his strong, muscled back. He would break the kiss momentarily, watch me and again lock sucking my lips. As the kiss progressed, he pressed my back against the wall.
The hand encircling my neck scans all the soft humps of my body. He presses my huge boobs over the saree and slowly rubs down to my belly button while his lips continue to eat away my lips. He inserts his hand into the saree, and his fingers gently brush my wet pussy.
His hand travels back from my pussy to my belly button to my heavy boobs. By this time, the saree had been moved away and thrown to the ground. He squeezed my boobs, protected by a single layer of my blouse. I could feel his strong hand.
I shake my head, “No. No,” and break the kiss, trying to move away from his clasp.
The story continues to one last part.
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