The next day, taking the half day Neeta went to Ajay's rented house, as he told her that it will give them more privacy. Neeta was a little saddened with the way Ajay was living in a very small hoarding. Even the location was a downtown habitat.
But she didn't in anyway reject any of her sexual favors to the handsome instructor. Ajay noticed the way she didn't distance herself from him or become rigid looking at his place. Many of his friends did. She gave him whatever he wanted as he fucked her in the kitchen and she offered to suck him while leaving. He knew that she was rich. Her husband owned a big shop and they even had four apartments in the city. But the way she behaved with him, she was unfazed by his poverty.
Shyam got the benefits in the night when he fucked her and got half finished blowjob but a full handjob. Neeta was lucky too as Shyam started sucking her pussy perfectly and giving her orgasms in that way.
One night, while they were doing the pillow talk, he heard his wife say something, which made him cry in surprise, 'you told him that I know?'
'Yes, I couldn't evade his questions, honey. He suspected it a week back and he kept on asking about it. I had to tell him.'
Shyam was a little disturbed. What if the fellow plays the blackmail game? The thought itself irritated him more than anything. His wife was wearing a transparent nightie. She was looking lovelier than ever.
She said, 'don't worry, it won't be a problem.'
But will it be, she doubted. She recalled the way Ajay asked her regarding her husband. He was a little stupefied by this information. He was certainly hurt that she kept him in the dark, but he didn't make any issue of it.
The next two weeks, their affair continued with no worries. Neeta had to go to her friend's place for a couple of days owing to the latter's health issues. She returned four days, later. She got her share of attention from her husband as he gave a lot of oral sex and but when they finished and he dozed off, she was getting sexual drive on the hyper with her not being sated properly for the past 4 days.
While taking a break from work, as she called a small recess for her team, she rung up Ajay.
'Hi, sir.'
'Hey, Neeta.'
'Somebody's been thinking about you obsessively.'
'Is it?' Ajay smiled.
Neeta replied, 'I miss you a lot.'
'Miss you too, babe.'
'I want to come over, if it is okay.'
Ajay was hesitant. 'Look, Neeta, I have got something to tell you.'
She was a little surprised and a little afraid if he was going to end it. 'My family has arrived two days back.'
She was relieved, 'oh, fine, no problem.'
But Ajay said, 'but I want to meet you in the evening and even in the night, if you can.'
Neeta smiled that he too was thinking about her.
'Well, where can we meet then?'
Ajay said, 'why not your place?'
'What? But...'
She never took him to her home, as she was afraid if the neighbors will start to talk.
'Well, you know in the morning when my husband isn't there, the neighbors will get suspicious...'
He replied, 'I understand. That's why I will come at night. Your husband anyway knows about us.'
Neeta was a little perturbed. Ajay didn't in any way ask impolitely. His tone was respectful. But what will Shyam say.
Ajay said, 'it's okay, Neeta. You don't need to tell me now. Ask your husband. If he is okay with it, fine, otherwise we have to wait for another two weeks.'
Neeta couldn't wait so many days. She was already feeling erotic and hyper-excited with her pussy always dripping for sex.
After Ajay hung up, she called her husband.
'Hey, honey, what is it?'
'Look, Shyam. Would you mind Ajay staying over tonight at our home?'
The sudden impact of the question disturbed him, 'what? come again?'
She did. 'Ajay's family is visiting him. So, his home is out of reach for us in the mornings. That's why I was thinking if he could come over for the night.'
Shyam's cock lurched in his pants as he heard his wife. She wants to know if he would mind inviting another man to their bed. The sexuality in it appealed to him so much. My God!
'Can I think it over?'
Neeta was a little agitated. 'What's there to think, Shyam? You know we already do it. It's just the change of venue and place.'
'I understand that, babe. It is all of a sudden. Just one day.'
Neeta replied in a very sensuous tone, 'think of me, too, honey. I have been out of town for the last 4 days and haven't slept with him since. I couldn't get to have proper sex, please?'
Shyam almost spurted if a lady hadn't at that time asked him about the price of a bar of soap. Neeta was practically begging to sleep with another man. He understood the monster he had unleashed. And more than that, they had sex the previous night. And she didn't consider it as proper sex, as she said she hadn't had sex since the last 4 days.
With a ragged breath, he replied, 'let me think it over, honey.'
After hanging up the call, he rushed to the bathroom and jacked off. Within an hour numerous erotic thoughts were buzzing in his head. In the evening when he returned, Neeta asked for his decision.
Shyam thought about the whole scenario and he recalled the day with Manish when he witnessed them smooching and having sex. It was one of the erotic days he had ever witnessed. He was sorely tempted. He said okay. Neeta jumped and hugged him. Without any delay, she confirmed it to Ajay.
But Shyam was afraid how this will turn out into. Manish was a good boy, who gave him a lot of respect. But if this fellow tried any dominating shit with him, he couldn't take it. The thought disturbed him a lot.
At ten thirty, the doorbell rang. Shyam was stunned to see his wife wearing a sleeveless salwar kameez. She was exposing a generous cleavage as they would be staying at home. She had cooked the best for the dinner. Shyam answered the bell. Ajay greeted him politely and Shyam ushered him inside. The fellow was nearly six feet, while he was five-eight. Neeta was busy in the kitchen as the men sat in the hall.
Shyam was surprised with the way Ajay talked with him. He made Shyam feel at ease as he gently dragged him into worldly discussions. It was nearly fifteen minutes before Neeta came out to greet the guest. Ajay enjoyed the sight of the sexy housewife. Her tight sleeveless salwar kameez was white in colour. The kameez came to mid-thigh, while the tight salwar enhanced her long shapely thighs and legs so beautifully that his cock danced with pleasure. The odhni was just an excuse as it was lying around the neck completely far from her wonderful cleavage. She was wearing forearm full of bangles and a set of three-inch high-heels for the complete sexy look. Her hair, she wore in a braid.
Neeta too was excited while giving glances at her lover. She had been anticipating for him since the last 4 days and his sight stirred something in her loins. She rushed towards him. Shyam was glad when Neeta didn't show any overt sexual advances before him. She sat beside Ajay and Shyam could see that there was no space between them.
Their thighs were touching each other and Ajay was looking at her cleavage, which she was so eagerly displaying. She left them after about ten minutes, as the men indulged in some small talk. She called them for dinner and at the dinner-table, Neeta almost forgot Shyam. She was dancing around Ajay serving him with extra helpings, while the fellow politely declined.
After dinner, she even accompanied him to the sink to wash his hands. With a bated breath and feigning ignorance, he watched as his wife washed her lover's hands with her own, spending a close attachment with him while the handsome man looked at her wonderful cleavage.
The men started chatting about cricket later watching some old match. Shyam completely bonded with the fellow when he spoke so knowledgeably regarding the sport. It was at quarter to twelve when Neeta said that it was time for bed. Before anything could be said, Shyam retired to his room.
But he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned for half an hour before he decided to pry around. He gently came out of his room and went into the hall. He crept towards the sliver of light coming from the guest bedroom. His heart was in his mouth when he neared the door. He couldn't control himself as he imagined what he could be looking inside.
He slowly crept to the door and looked inside. On the bed was Ajay lying on his side of the bed with just his underwear as Neeta was nowhere to be seen.
He understood that she was in the bathroom preparing for the night. With each waiting second, his emotions were getting the better of him. How was she going to present herself? What will she dress up in? And then the latch of the bathroom was turned. Both the men looked at the door. But Shyam took his excited cock into hands and started jacking on it as he knew Neeta would do something for him to spurt right away.
When the door opened fully and she walked out, Shyam felt he would die and go to heaven. She wore the right amount of make up as her sweet featured face looked more vulnerable and tender. Her straight hair was more pronounced in its bangs. It was rich, lustrous and healthy. But it was the dress, which killed him. She was wearing a white camisole nightdress top, which didn't even reach her belly button. Her wonderful, upright 36C boobs were enticing behind the transparency of the top and to top everything, from her belly button down to the white coloured high heels, she was wearing nothing. She was naked beneath. Her pussy was looking an innocent, virgin cunt. Her big, innocent eyes and her saucy smile were almost pleading with him to fuck it as much as it pleased.
Shyam wanked hard with deep breathing. Ajay sat upright on his bed and drinking all her beauty, he whistled and held open his wide arms with strong shoulders and barrel shaped chest. She rushed into his embrace as both of them kissed and made out as though they were long lost lovers.
Shyam could only cry. There were tears rolling down as he wanked hard. He withheld himself before he could come. He understood why she was so in passion with him. He was a gorgeous hunk of a man, while she was an angelic tender beauty.
She moaned as she kissed, 'I missed you, sir.'
It hurt him more than he thought it would, 'I missed your body, too, slut.'
Neeta giggled on hearing her lover. Shyam missed a breath when Ajay referred to her as slut. She never let him call her that. But she was enjoying when Ajay did it. Ajay started smashing her tits with his large hands as she leaned back and offered her treasures to him with willful devotion.
Ajay took her pencil rubber like teats into his mouth and sucked them as she moaned with no inhibition on her part. She was already cumming. Shyam understood then why she preferred her gym coach. He could orgasm her in no time and countless number of times.
He held her body with authority and with ease as he sucked her tits in violent manner as she enjoyed it by getting orgasms again and again. Neeta couldn't help but rub her pussy over Ajay's mid torso and lower chest as he bit her tits and teats. Shyam could see the desperate need of her pussy as it rubbed against the well-cut gym instructor's stomach. Ajay's cock was dangling between his legs, but not for long. Reaching back, she took hold of it and started tugging at it with vigorous interest.
Ajay pulled and pinched her teats a few more seconds before he slid her gaping cunt onto his cock. Neeta was about to slip the large cock into her cunt, when Ajay ordered her, 'where are your manners, Neeta?'
Neeta was stupefied, 'what is it, sir?'
'A slut should always prepare the cock for penetration, haven't I taught you that?'
Smiling, she kneeled between his legs and took the cock between her lips and started blowing it. She licked his scrotal sacs and spent a lot of time prepping him up. Shyam could see her whole cunt slimy and watery as her secretions were seeping out of her continuously. She ran a finger on her pussy lips while she fingered herself. Shyam enjoyed the whole sight with a painful but pleasurable jacking.
At long last, Ajay gave her the permission to penetrate. As Ajay lay down, Neeta did all the work, as she inserted the cock slowly into her nice, narrow and wet pussy, moaning while she did that. Ajay pulled off her camisole as she shamelessly in full light started riding him. Shyam couldn't forget the picture of how her hungry loins were lustily pounding on the sturdy cock of the handsome man. Her marriage locket was dangling between her breasts while her vermilion was shining in the light.
Ajay took hold of her ass and controlled her fucking as she moaned.
'Oh, fuck me, sir. Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee. Fuck me.'
