As the DJ counted down, “10…9…8…7,” the crowd in the pub started to move in closer, becoming tight-knit. People formed a giant ball as the countdown reached zero, and the lights danced to the tune that matched the countdown. As the clock struck midnight, the air was filled with screams of “Happy New Year!”
My lips were glued to Leela’s, my wife’s cousin, and I hugged her, my hands moving over her back while hers tightly embraced me. It started with a peck. As it intensified into a deep kiss, my thigh started to vibrate vigorously due to my phone.
My wife had called to wish us a Happy New Year. This call broke our kiss and dragged us back into reality.
Hello, everyone. I’m Krish, a 30-year-old guy from Hyderabad, USA. A lot happened in 2024 with me, a few of which I shared with you all. I didn’t share that I married in the latter half of the year. After marriage, I decided to stop all this.
Thus, many of my writings don’t have follow-ups and have left you all high and dry, for which I am incredibly sorry. Though I decided to retire my musings, fate had other plans. So here I am with another experience from my life, my first affair.
This is a long story, so brace yourself and hope you have a great orgasm as you reach the end of this one. To begin with, I got married in September 2024 in the USA. It was a small and intimate wedding with our families and close relatives. One such relative who attended our wedding was Leela.
Leela is a 25-year-old master’s student who came to the USA in August that year. She was jovial, and we clicked and had a great time during the wedding. For those who want to know how she is related, our relationship is called ‘Bava-Mardhalu’ in my language.
Though she was from my wife’s side, her ability to gel with new folks made her everyone’s favourite. The wedding was done, and the send-off at the airport was the last time I spoke with her.
Though we met before the wedding, my wife and I had the best time after the wedding. Being married and getting intimate has a different level of kick. Our honeymoon phase was cut short by a call in early December. My wife’s mother had a critical health issue.
Thus, we decided it was best that she visit her in India and be by her side. The tickets were booked, other formalities were completed, and my wife left for India. Once there, we spoke daily. From newlyweds who fucked three times a day, we became an LDR couple, chatting once on a video call if possible.
When this reality synced in, the lust and want for each other came gushing in. Days passed, and lust grew, but except wait, there was nothing we could do. Amidst all this, we forgot one thing: Leela.
We had invited her for the Christmas holidays. It totally slipped both our minds until the day she called my wife to remind us about her flight timings. My wife called after their call and informed me about Leela’s trip.
I asked her, “Should I call her to tell her to cancel the trip? Or if she asked her to cancel or skip it as she isn’t there?” I wouldn’t be writing this now if either of them had happened.
With all the confidence in her new husband, my wife decided to let her 25-year-old cousin come and have a memorable holiday. I agreed and went on with my day but didn’t give it much thought.
Leela arrived on a Friday evening, the sun still a gleaming orange descending below the horizon. I was waiting at the arrivals gate. I waved at her as I identified her in the crowd. Leela approached me with a big smile and a warm, affectionate hug.
Leela had a lot to say, from thanking us for hosting her to her college activities to random roommate issues, etc. Once home, I showed her the room and asked her to freshen up to order dinner. While she was busy freshening up, I was on a call with my wife, updating her on everything.
During the call itself, Leela came out in her night pyjamas. She joined the call and spoke with her sister. It continued with everyone in India joining. Time flew by while the conversation never ended.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally had dinner. After that, we spoke for a while and watched my wedding photos, reminiscing about the story behind a few. We decided to call it a night. I received a message from my wife saying she was free now with a wink.
Leela headed to her room, and my gaze swept over her figure, admiring her curves. I noticed that her curves had significantly changed from the photos. They were more predominant and tempting, to say the least. A video call from my wife disrupted my chain of thought.
I headed to my room for some phone sex. We explored the city and various holiday-themed attractions for the next few days. Leela was happy and excited about the adventure every day.
Our routine was the same every day: wake up early and explore a breakfast food joint. Cover a few attractions here, and get back home by the evening. Eat everything with my wife, and call it a night with me in my room, having phone sex with my wife.
Days turned into weeks, and things were great, except it’s been almost four weeks since I last had some action.
Christmas: Leela and I had a blast going to various attractions and meeting friends. But the week before New Year’s, Leela looked dull. After much persuading and crossing the line into pestering, Leela finally opened up on the day before New Year’s Eve.
It was the usual boy problem: the guy she was seeing. He was cheating on her. When she confronted him, he blamed her for looking ugly as the reason for cheating. I mean, seriously, how many more years will the same reason work?
I tried to console Leela. I told her my own experiences, blurring some parts. I tried a lot, but she only saw a happy marriage. Why? Well, that’s when she spilt the beans of how she unintentionally spied on our booty calls at night. The first night was unexpected.
But the next ones were, well, the times her asshole of an ex didn’t answer her booty call. The invasion of privacy made me angry, but I felt pity for the poor one. I didn’t know what to say that would not make it more awkward, so I just blushed. The rest of the evening was spent in silence.
That night, I did have a call with my wife. This time, I didn’t close my door or care much about anything else. I don’t know why I didn’t feel awkward or stop from the night session, but I did it as usual.
I was lost in the moment, letting out soft moans into the camera. I suddenly sensed Leela near my doorway. Maybe I imagined it; I wasn’t bothered much. Exhausted, I fell asleep to the gentle hums of my wife’s voice, slipping away into dreams.
The following morning brought Leela’s apologetic eyes and sheepish grin. We sat in the living room, sipping coffee. Leela finally opened her mouth to say something. “I… Krish…” she trailed off, avoiding eye contact. “Go on, Leela,” I said softly, encouraging her.
“I’m sorry, Krish. I shouldn’t have spied on you in your intimate moment, but I couldn’t resist myself,” she said. I smiled and said, “It’s okay. We are all humans, and we all have needs to chill.” Despite the apology, something between us shifted.
I also noticed a change in her but could not pinpoint it. In the morning, I called my wife to tell her about our plan to visit a pub for New Year’s celebrations. I informed her that there wouldn’t be any calls that night. Hearing that, I saw my wife’s face turn sad, and Leela pouted, teasing me.
Leela seemingly recovered from yesterday’s events. She announced that we should dress up nicely and celebrate tonight. I suggested casuals, and my wife sided with Leela. We finally agreed that Leela would dress up, and I would be in between.
As we were ending the call, my wife warned me to be safe and not drink and drive. We shared a heartfelt moment as I wished her New Year’s wishes, and we ended the call.
The day flew by. Leela asked me to wear a suit to match her dress, complaining that I needed to look presentable. I joked about being ravished in the closet, making her blush deeply. Eventually, around 10:00 p.m., dressed, we headed out to the pub.
It was packed and lively. We had a few drinks, hit the dance floor, and started to move to the music. Slowly, the distance between us shrank. Eventually, we were too close to feel each other’s breath, which was laced with alcohol. Generally, the pubs skimp you on alcohol; that day, they didn’t. We were both pretty high.
As Leela’s and my bodies moved to the music, pressing against each other intimately, she whispered in my ear, “Krish, can I confess something?” I nodded. “I am jealous of my sister,” Leela continued.
I leaned in and asked, “Why?” Hugging me and on her tiptoes, Leela continued in my ears, “Well, she has you, and in my limited time with you, I find you perfect in every aspect.” Saying that she faced me and stared at me with a smile. I reciprocated.
I don’t know if she felt my smile back as a signal or what. But she leaned in and kissed me and then turned her back to me and started grinding herself onto me. Under the dim, pulsing lights, Leela’s body so close to mine made my dick start growing in my pants.
I tried to control it, but my dick started to act with a brain of its own. In vain, I fought the bulge forming in my trousers, my hands tentatively resting on her hips. Leela moved her hips rhythmically against me, rubbing her buttocks along my increasingly stiff shaft.
With every passing second, Leela’s boldness seemed to grow. It was fueled by booze and the pulsating rhythm. Her hand drifted down to my outer thighs, gently rubbing and moving along its length through my suit pants. Leela’s touch sent jolts of electricity coursing through me.
I tried to resist. But the moment her elbow brushed against my hard dick over the pants, it was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. I let loose and gave in. I leaned over and kissed Leela’s neck and shoulder region as my left hand started to grip her waist firmly.
My right hand moved slowly over her dress onto her bare-skinned thigh. Leela gasped, her grip tightening on my thigh. I nibbled and sucked on her skin, leaving trails of kisses along her exposed flesh. Her heart was pounding beneath her chest. I could hear it echo in the throbbing bass of the music.
My fingers slowly caressed her inner thigh, drawing lazy circles. Her breath hitched as I moved inch by inch towards the apex of her thighs. Leela pressed herself harder against me, moaning softly. My fingertips brushed against the delicate lace of her panties.
Slowly lifting the garment higher, I brushed my fingertips in her pelvic region, making her close her eyes. Leela’s body had now entered a state of trance. I could say where it was leaning against mine while my hand explored her. A moan escaped her lips.
I traced the edge of her panties, my fingers dangerously close to her pussy. The moist fabric indicated her mindset. I smiled to myself, and just as I was about to push further, the lights were turned on. I rushed my hands away from her pussy and focused on adjusting myself.
That’s when the DJ announced that we were almost at midnight. Leela and I looked at each other. We could see the lust and desire to finish what we had started, but we also felt awkward. As we neared the final countdown, everyone was given a shot at the house, and we all gulped it down.
As the DJ went “10…9…8…7,” the crowd in the pub started to move in closer and tight-knit. The lights danced to the tune that matched the countdown. As the clock struck midnight, the air was filled with screams of “Happy New Year!” I looked at Leela, grabbed her by the waist, and pecked her lips.
Though surprised, she cooperated. While my lips were glued to Leela’s, my wife’s cousin’s, my hands moved over her back, and hers tightly embraced me.
Peck turned into a passionate kiss. As we were about to explore each other’s mouths, the champagne was being passed around.
Also, my phone started ringing, thus breaking our moment. It was a call from my wife, and I answered. It was a video call, and we wished each other well. Leela joined us, and my wife complimented her on her choice of clothing. The call was casual yet scary.
I didn’t take a moment to check if anything was out of place before I answered. Once the call was over, Leela and I looked at each other, and something dawned upon us. We said nothing to each other except for our wishes.
Leela and I stood there in awkward silence before we decided to leave the party and return home. Thus, we headed out into some fresh air. Stepping into the cold winter night, we stood by the edge of the street, waiting for our Uber while gathering our bearings.
Neither of us wanted to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Undeniable sexual tension crackled between us, and we spoke another word during the ride back home. As we returned, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Leela. Once home, I cleared my throat, contemplating what to say next. Words failed me.
I tried to muster some courage to say something when, again, my wife called. I was undressing from the winter wear. I was talking and mistakenly clicked the speaker right when she asked about the night session. Fumbling awkwardly, I finally gained control, said no, and ended the call.
Once I finished the call, I looked at Leela, who burst into laughter, breaking the tension. I laughed it out, too. We both headed to our respective rooms to freshen up. We then regrouped in the hall, where we spent 10-15 minutes before Leela said, “Bava, do you have any drink at home?”
I nodded yes and showed her the location, and she fetched it and got two glasses. We poured ourselves a few drinks and started gossiping and talking. Still, we avoided addressing what happened a few hours earlier. Gradually, we ran out of topics and alcohol.
That is when Leela suggested Truth or Dare. I smiled as I knew the real intention behind this game and agreed. Leela started the game and spun the bottle, which landed on me, and I said, “Truth.”
Leela: “Bava, I know you are a player, so tell me, how many exes do you have?”
Me: “I was never in a serious relationship, but I did have many flings.”
Leela: “Okay, let’s alternate Bava best.”
I nodded, agreeing.
Leela: “Truth.”
Me: “Did you visit my room yesterday night?”
Leela gulped and nodded with a blush. I smiled.
Me: “Truth.”
Leela: “Bava, what do you think of me?”
Me: “I think you are cute, bubbly, and a lovely woman.”
Leela: “Not like that, Bava. Do you know what I mean? Come on now, please.”
Me: “Okay, I think you are hot and sexy and very tempting, especially your ass is very inviting.”
Leela: “Aha.”
Leela: “Truth.”
Me: “What was that in the pub earlier?”
Leela: “Nothing, Bava.”
Me: “Oh please, I must say, but you can brush it off, huh? Nothing doing, come on, say it now.”
Leela: “Okay, fine, I will say. I had a bad breakup, Bava, and also, seeing you and my sis having such a great time every night made me remember the time I had such a great time, so all that with alcohol, I couldn’t resist myself. I know it’s wrong and all, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to have a good time, Bava, that’s all.”
I nodded, patted her shoulder, looked straight into her eyes, and said, “Truth.” I thought it was a tease, so I went with it.
Leela: “Why did you do it, or what is running through your mind now, Bava?”
Me: “It has been a while, so I was tempted, but again, I didn’t want to cheat on your sis. But again, at that moment, as you rubbed your ass against my dick, I couldn’t control it anymore, and I gave in. I think then and even now, I am under the impression that if you can keep it a secret and not spill any beans, I am okay with crossing the line and having a good time. Again, this is nothing serious, just fun.”
Leela smiled, tucked her hair behind her ear, and looked down. I asked, “Truth or Dare, or are we done?” to which she replied, “Truth.”
Me: “So, are you comfortable continuing where we left off in the pub?”
A simple movement of the head and a blush said what I needed. Yet I didn’t rush onto her; I sat back. Leela and I both wanted to end the game and move on to what we left. But I wanted to tease her more, so I let it brew a little more. I could sense her frustration.
She wanted me to make the first move, but I was stalling her and making her more anxious. I enjoyed the tease, yet I didn’t want to overdo it. So I said, “Truth” one final time and smiled at her.
Leela’s eyes widened, and I could sense the anger in her eyes. But I knew I had to hold my fort, so I stared back. Leela was puzzled, but she played along, and after giving it a long thought, she said,
Leela: “Had the lights not come on, what would you have done, Bava?”
I smiled at how indirectly direct she was and replied,
Me: “The same thing you are currently imagining and even more, Leela.”
I knew I couldn’t take this wild horse longer with a tease, so I took charge. I moved closer to her and, brushing my hands in her hair, I whispered in Leela’s ear, “Your grinding in the pub awoke the beast, Leela. It can only calm down once it gets what it desires.”
Moving closer, I continued, “Currently, it desires you, and now that I know that even you desire to be devoured. I don’t want to be a fool wasting time with words, but I do have one thing I want from you.”
Leela’s eyes flickered with curiosity and excitement as she awaited my request. She bit her lip, trying to hide her eagerness, and as the lips slightly parted, Leela breathed out, “What do you want, Bava?”
That’s it for now, folks. I shall continue what happened that night in the next part. I promise not to keep you all hanging for long and post the next one soon. In the meantime, for all comments, feedback, and conversations, please get in touch with me at [email protected].
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