Dhvani

Note: I continue to work on the Ananya story. However, the second chapter of that series is taking longer than I expected and hence I am sharing this little story that I wrote sometime ago. This story is inspired from real life incidents of Dhvani and Amod. I had written this piece a long time ago but only recently did I get permission from Dhvani to share it with my readers. I will be writing more detailed version of their story as soon as I am done with the five chapters of the Ananya series

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The aroma of the freshly brewed tea filled the kitchen. The reddish-brown color of the brew confirmed that tea was ready. Dhvani poured herself a cup and took a small sip to confirm the result. Satisfied with her effort, she took the cup and walked towards her bedroom.

She pushed the sprawled mess of clothes on the bed to one side and sat on the bed with her legs outstretched enjoying her tea.

The last indulgence of the day before the chores bury me once again.

She had spent the afternoon wrapped in Amod's arms. Their lovemaking always left her feeling refreshed and enthused and today was no different. She wanted to channel her energy by doing something interesting but all she could find in her bedroom were the mundane chores of the everyday. That's when she decided to settle for having a tea

Sipping her hot beverage, she was reminiscing her afternoon with Amod. The orgasm was the most satisfying one she had had in days. She often wondered what made orgasms with Amod more intense and satisfying than the one she had with her husband.

Is it our intense love making or just our love for each other? Or maybe because of our forbidden relationship.

She figured each of those reasons played their part but the best thing was the long foreplay. They planned their rendezvous days, sometimes weeks, in advance. And during those days, Amod would tease her with the things that he intended to do to her.

Amod sure knows how to talk dirty to a girl.

Even a brief call or chat with Amod would leave her pussy dripping wet in anticipation. He even made her touch herself while he described how he intended to pinch her nipples while he bit her clit. But he forbid her from having an orgasm unless his cock was buried deep in her. The anticipation drove her crazy.

On the day of their date, she found herself getting wet as soon as she left her house. By the time she met Amod, her panty was drenched in her love juice. She was dying to cum. Clothes came off instantly and they were soon on the bed crushing each other in their arms. Amod, was still not done playing. He wouldn't penetrate her till he had done all the other things he promised.

He doesn't know I cheated

Amod mauled her breasts hard while kissing down on her stomach and sucking her navel. When he lifted her knees and started kissing on the inside of her thighs, she could take no more and asked him to enter her. Instead, he turned her on her stomach and smacked her ass really hard.

Dhvani winced in pain but Amod paid her no heed. He lied on top of her pressing her down with all his weight and started nibbling at her ear. His hands reached for her breasts and started pinching her nipples.

Dhvani was already on the edge and pinching her nipples pushed her over. The floodgates in her pussy burst open and she came with a loud moan. Dhvani wriggled under him as the orgasm took control of her limbs. Amod tried to hold her by pushing his hips down on her. This caused her pussy to rub against the bedsheet and intensified her climax.

And that's how I cheated. But don't blame me, lover. It was too much. I just had to cum.

Dhvani slowly regained the control over her limbs, but Amod was not done yet and she soon had another orgasm building inside her.

She was now on her back. Her arms pinned above her head. Her lips crushed under his. Their kiss, deep and passionate. He continued kissing down her neck.

God, I love the way he attacks my erogenous points.

And attack he did. He was rough with her, and lately, he was getting rougher. Dhvani didn't mind though. She loved his passion. It was so much better than the sex with her husband who claimed his conjugal rights just to empty his own balls.

Amod reveled in the way his ministrations made her feel. With him, she was sometimes a goddess who was worshipped, and sometimes she was a toy that he played with. But she was always alive. He always made her feel. His kissing, biting, spanking, sucking...

Sucking. Oh my god!

Dhvani suddenly jolted back to the present.

I had told him to be careful.

During their last encounter, Amod had left a bite mark on her thigh very close to her pussy. Her husband Yeraz had noticed it. She had explained it away as a scratch mark but Yeraz did not seem convinced. Thankfully, he was already hard and horny. All she had to do to distract him was to hold his penis in her hand and gently play with its head. The rare enthusiasm from her distracted him and he soon got busy dumping his cum in her cunt.

Dhvani had told Amod about the close call and asked him to be more careful. Yeraz was very suspicious by nature. Even during their early days of marriage when Dhvani was still devoted to him, he would suspect her of infidelity over ridiculous reasons. He still regularly checked her phone, phone bill, and her email and Facebook accounts.

"Better safe than sorry," she thought as she decided to check for accidental hickeys and bite marks.

She placed her cup on the bedside table and went towards the bedroom door. She could hear her son Swarang downstairs with his grandparents. She gently closed the door and locked it. She removed her jeans and her t-shirt. Her black bra and the pink panties soon followed her jeans to the floor.

As she stood in front of the mirror, her fear was realized. Staring back at her were two large hickeys. One on each breast. She moved closer to the mirror wondering how she did not realize it. She touched the marks with her fingers. They didn't hurt but they hard turn dark purple in color.

They are not going away anytime soon.

She wondered how she would explain this to her husband. She wondered how she could be so foolish. She always got carried away. Last time it was the bite mark, this time two hickeys. She always lost control in the heat of passion. Whenever she met Amod, she forgot about the rest of the world and reveled in her freedom, in their forbidden relationship. That's why she had tasked Amod to keep things in check. Amod was ever diligent. Sometimes even too diligent. But this time, even he had slipped.

How do I explain these to Yeraz? Is today the day I get caught?

Yeraz was a porn addict. He would spend most of his evenings watching porn clips on his phone - his foreplay that never included her. When he was horny enough, he would approach her for a fuck. This happened every single night. Irked by the thought that she was being used as a masturbator toy, she would rebuff him on most occasions. But every few weeks, she had to give in else he would start throwing tantrums.

It had been three weeks since she had allowed her husband his conjugal rights. She would have to yield to him soon. But these marks didn't look like they were going to disappear for at least a couple of weeks.

I am in trouble!

Dhvani was now seriously worried. She started to pace around her room anxiously. Not able to think of anything, she tried to make a WhatsApp call to Amod but he did not pick it up. She tried again and again and again with the same result. Getting desperate, she disregarded their safety rule of "no phone call" and tried calling him on the phone.

Pick up, Pick up, Pick up...

But he didn't. She left him a half dozen missed calls in the span of two minutes. Her anxiety was rising every second.

"I told him to be careful damn it," she yelled into the emptiness of her room, not caring if her son or her in-laws heard her. She threw her phone on the bed and stood in front of the mirror staring at the love bites that threatened to tear things apart. She rubbed them frantically. Hoping they would come off. But they didn't. She knew it wouldn't just come off like ink stains but she was now panicking. She rubbed even harder.

She could feel the tears swell in her eyes and slowly rolling down her cheeks. The fog of uncertainty clouded her mind and suddenly she could no longer control her emotions. She started cursing Amod for putting her in jeopardy.

Idiot! How can he be so stupid? How can he forget the limits that could jeopardize everything?I could get caught. We could get caught. Is that what he wants!?

Suddenly things fell in perspective.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and moved closer to the mirror.

These hickeys...

The one on her left breast was slightly larger than the one on the right. The dark purple love bites stood proudly on her breasts. They both had red marks around them. The red marks were the result of her frantic rubbing but it would wear off in a couple of hours. Both the marks were almost half-inch above her nipples. She had missed them while leaving Amod's house because they were below the neckline of her salwar kameez. But Yeraz would not miss them as they were high enough to be visible even with the bra.

Yeraz could notice it anytime...when I am changing or when I come out of the shower or when I am in my loose-fitting nightwear.

Two identical love bites at identical locations on her body. These were no accidents of passionate lovemaking. Amod had marked her on purpose.

He wants us to get caught.

As the intent of her lover dawned on her, a lot of their recent conversations started to make sense.

Lately, they had been fantasizing a lot about what they would do if they could leave everything behind and run away with each other. He had told her about the money that he had hidden from his wife and family.

"Capital to start our new life, " he had said. " A life where my world begins and ends with you."

They would often discuss the consequence of being found out. Amod was clear that no matter what happened, he would not let her go.

"You are worth everything," he said.

Although Dhvani hadn't voiced her emotions to him, she knew she wouldn't want to let him go either. But leaving behind this life was way too hard.

Their love story had started way too late. She was married to his brother. She had a son. Amod had a wife. When they had first confessed their love for each other, they decided to keep their love confined to a few stolen moments. They believed they could be content with what they could afford. But stealing those moments had been hard. They often went months before seeing each other. The distance only kindled their yearning for each other. Soon they were both scheming to find ways to sneak out of their existing routines to spend time with each other.

At first, there were video calls. Then there were coffee dates. Now they were spending afternoons wrapped in each other. But her lover was asking for even more.

He wants us to get caught. He is calling out on my commitment to our love.

Once their secret was out in the open, their entire lives would unravel. The decision that was too hard for them to make would be made for them.

The moment of reckoning would be soon upon her and although she had never anticipated this moment, Dhvani knew what she had to do.

She had always known...