Vikram opened the door. Swati hesitated to enter their home, not sure if it was the post-nut clarity or the hesitation to face her husband in reality. She waited for Vikram to approve her, to validate her transgressions from the last day.
Vikram reached out his hand, his fingers softly touching her chin. Tears welled up in her eyes, but Swati controlled her emotions. She reminded herself that she should be strong now and take control of the situation. But her heart melted with his touch, and her doubts vanished.
Swati pounced on Vikram like a hungry tiger. She pushed Vikram onto the couch and kissed him. She climbed on his lap, and she felt a familiar hardness pressing on her pussy. She bit his ears and whispered, "Seems someone loves his wife being a little slut!"
He moaned with her nibbling on his ears.
She grabbed his penis and commanded, "Tell me. What did you like from today morning's show."
He stammered, "I liked. I..."
She tightened her grip on his dick, "What did you like?"
She slid down his torso and fished his fully erect penis out. She looked into Vikram's eyes, "Did you like to watch me kiss his penis?" and kissed Vikram's penis tip.
As she pulled the foreskin back, precum dripped from the tip. She said, "How about this? Did you like watching me lick his dick like this?" and licked Vikram's precum clean. Vikram groaned. His mind played the scene where his wife gave a blowjob to this other guy in the video call, and his penis twitched.
He opened his eyes to see Swati looking into his eyes. She asked, "I wonder if the reaction is for me licking your dick or the recollection from yesterday."
She kissed his penis and took the head in her mouth. As she played with her tongue, precum oozed out of his tip. She pulled out and exclaimed, "Yum!" and took it back in her mouth.
Vikram couldn't help but ask, "How did he taste?"
She stopped abruptly and looked into his eyes, and pulled out. She chucked and asked, "So, you want to know what my lover from yesterday tasted like?" He looked sheepishly at her. She answered her question, "Well, he tasted a bit saltier, a bit musky compared to you. I guess pheromones made me go wild when I kiss his manhood." She continued, "This must be every girl's dream. Explaining how her lover tasted to her husband," and laughed at her joke. Vikram laughed as well.
She stopped laughing and looked sultry into her husband's eyes, "You should have seen how much my pussy leaked as I sucked him." He anxiously looked at her like a puppy about to be fed by its master.
She sensed that her husband wanted to hear about her cuckolding him. She slowly jerked her husband's penis as she recollected, "You want to hear the story, huh?" He anxiously nodded. She signed and said, "Ok, I am not gonna tell you his name though. He remains Mr.X," as she recollected how he met this guy.
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Swati took an empty table holding a glass of wine as half of her team was dancing to loud Punjabi tunes. She was not interested in dancing that specific day. She wanted to get out of there to somewhere a bit more silent. According to her, office parties are supposed to be where people network, not filled with boozy debaucheries.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a man. He introduced himself, "Hi Swati, right? I am Mr.X." (Obviously, he did not say Mr.X, but his name - she clarified to Vikram)
She exclaimed, "Hi, We have spoken so much on the phone, but I don't think we have met." He nodded with a pleasant smile on his face.
She studied his face. He wore frameless spectacles and was well-groomed with a beard adorning his square-cut jawline. He was dressed in a fit evening shirt tucked into a pair of khakis. His leather shoes matched the entire attire. In short, he looked like a perfect gentleman with a beautiful smile.
She stole a glance at his chiseled chest. She imagined peeling his shirt off as her hands ran over his chest.
He interrupted her fantasy with a confident smile, "So, you like what you see?"
She smiled sheepishly and said, "Yeah, sorry."
He brushed it off, "It's alright. Do you want a refill?"
She nodded, still tongue-tied from being caught checking him out, and handed over her glass. He asked, "Red or white?" She said, "White, please."
He came back with two glasses filled with white wine. Swati took the glass from him, and he asked," Do you mind if we step out? It is too noisy here." She nodded and followed him as he led the way.
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They took the cabana to the farthest end adjacent to the pool. It was a romantic setting with two loungers separated by a small table to keep their drinks. The curtains to the sides provided a bit of privacy.
Within a few minutes, the ice broke, and they were speaking as if they were best friends.
