The Descend

(I know it has been quite a while since I posted the last part. I won't bore the audience with what held me back. I saw a few responses, some good some critical, and I welcome them both. I had been thinking about how to kick things back on and I feel it is important to give climax to the story.)

Mohit was sitting on the bar counter with a bottle of JD opened. He was staring at the floating cubes of ice, slowly melting in his whisky, his mind clearly on another thing. It was clear that it had been a while since he had the first peg and he probably has lost count of how many he had. It has been a week since Archana confessed to him about the events that happened between her and Rohan. He couldn't tell even after a week how did he feel about it. It was he, who encouraged her to take this road, and it was he who had jerked off to the thought of her wife being naughty with other men. But when she confessed, he noticed the smile on her face, and the satisfaction. She was not guilty about it, just like he always asked of her. Pouring himself another peg as he tried to think if he should ask about if she wants it again, if she already has done it again, does he even have a say in it? A million questions run in his head as the bartender comes and asks him to settle the bill, it is time for them to close. Mohit sighs and takes his wallet out, asking the bartender if he can help him to get a room to stay the night.

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The alarm blares once again and Archana wakes up. She looks to the other side of the bed which is once again empty. It has been happening frequently in the past week and her husband was offering no explanations about where is he spending his nights. She sighs as she slips out of the bed. Walking to the kitchen to prepare tea and picks her phone to call him, 'switched off' is what she gets in response. Neither she or Rohan expected this to be casual, but neither of them had the guts to even look at each other in the eye, let alone talk about it.

Even though Archana felt that talking to her husband about it would put her mind at ease a little, she knew that fantasies and the real world are sometimes better when not mixed. She could sense how Mohit took quite some time to accept that she wasn't just saying those words to get him hard for sex, but actually confessing about something that happened in the real world. And even though he did not show any anger or remorse, she knew he could not sleep that night. All three of them tried to keep things normal, hoping that after a while they would just forget about it and things would be normal indeed.

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Rohan was woken up by the clattering of utensils in the kitchen, his eyes slowly sobered up as he looked to the roof and wondered what time is it. Slowly getting up and leaning against the wall, he can see Vimla doing the chores in a rush, meaning that she woke up late again. He couldn't blame her for it, he knew that she must have been tired after the pounding he gave her last night. Rohan was having a hard time processing the night with Archana, and not able to talk to her about it was only adding to his turmoil. Thankfully for him, he had a wife that never asked questions whenever he wanted her on bed. She would simply consider it a part of her wife duties and obey whenever and whatever he demanded.

But even Vimla could sense that this past week had been different, the sex drive of her husband seems to be going through the roof. He often had these phases where he would be extra needy, but that usually lasted a couple of days only. But it was different this time, she was skipping on her afternoon naps because whenever Rohan was home, he wanted to pound her like an animal. Almost like he was searching for something that wasn't there.

"Come here," said Rohit looking at Vimla, who was struggling to finish her morning chores.

"Not now," she said as she gave a quick glance and saw his morning boner. "I will be late just like yesterday and that would mean listening to madam's tantrums all day," she says and wipes her hands.

Rohan just nods his head in an understanding manner. He would usually not care for her explanations but he was not getting the satisfaction he felt that night. It was like eating the forbidden fruit, and now that he had tasted it, nothing else would satiate his appetite. He knew exactly what would satisfy her, and now he had no other options. He decided to be bold.

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Archana was busy with her kitchen duties when she saw Mohit enter through the front gate. She quickly walked up to him and understood in a single glance that he was hungover. She was angry, she was concerned, but she did not say anything. They exchanged a look and he went for a shower. Archana knew that this would not prevent him from going to the office and she headed back to the kitchen to pack his lunch.

Rohan arrived right on time, just like always, and ringed the doorbell to signal that he has arrived. Archana walked to the front gate, her heartbeat escalated. "Sahab is in the shower, it will take some time, wait," she said without any expression on her face. Rohan nodded but looked at her intently. They both exchanged nervous glances but he was determined to either find a closure or find a way forward.

Mohit was soon downstairs and Rohan greeted him with a smile, Rohan obviously had no clue that his actions are known in full details to his employer. Of course, it was never the intention or in interest of Mohit either.

"I may have to stay late at the office today as we have the financial audit due soon," said Mohit.

Both Archana and Rohan heard it. Archana was slightly concerned about Mohit's state but she did not question him. Rohan and Mohit get in the car and they drive away, leaving Archana with a sense of turmoil that she had been feeling every time she was in the company of both men.

"Oh, Rohan do me a favor, I think I forgot my lunch. Pick it up after you drop me," said Mohit without any expression.

"Ji Sahab," said Rohan, an excitement building up inside him.

Rohan dropped Mohit at the office and immediately rushed back. He felt like a teenager who finally had the chance to be alone with his girlfriend. He had not felt this way in a long time. His cock stiffening in his pants and he could feel it. He zipped past the traffic and took half the time it usually took him. Taking a deep breath, he steps out of the car. He composes himself and walks up to the door confidently and rings the doorbell. Archana opens the door and is shocked for a moment.

"Rohan... You're here?" She asks in a confused voice, peeking to see if Mohit is in the car.

"Sahab forgot his lunch and wanted me to collect it after I dropped him," He says with a smile

"Oh, okay wait I will get it," says Archana as she gulps and walks back to the kitchen.

As soon as she grabbed the lunch from the kitchen, she heard the door shut. Rohan was now in the house and standing in the hallway. He looked at her with a blank expression on his face. He had made up his mind but he had no clue about the reaction he would face. The boner in his pants was now obvious and he had no intentions of hiding it. His posture made it hard to miss it in the stiff pants. Archana saw him and then her eyes dropped at his crotch. She could feel her breathing getting heavier with every passing moment as she had played this over and over in her mind.

"I want it again," said Rohan with a calm voice, looking straight in her eyes.

"You have lost your mind," said Archana, not even pretending to not know what he is talking about.

"Madam I want it again," he repeated and took a step further.

Archana took multiple steps back and shook her head, making it clear that she did not want it at all.

"I know you enjoyed it that night just as much as I did," he said as he continued to walk in her direction. His throbbing boner now making him uncomfortable.

"It was a mistake Rohan we are both married," she said, trying to convince him and herself.

Rohan walked up to her with a smile, "Did I fuck you better than Sahab?" He asked looking right in her eyes.

Archana was against the wall, her chest heaving up and down with the breathing that was heavier as if she just finished working out. She had no answer for him. Of course he fucked her better than Mohit, they were barely comparable. Both in size and stamina, the raw appeal and the way he conducted himself on bed, all of it surpassed Mohit by miles. But she could not get herself to say those words.

Rohan knew that he had already passed a point of no return, and the barely present resistance from Archana only fueled him to be bolder. He planted his hands on either side of Archana on the wall, and leaned in. He knew that he could persuade Archana by saying a few cheesy things that she probably wanted to hear for the conscience, but he did not wanted to lead her on. This was an act of lust for him, and that is what he wanted it be known as.

"Don't worry, nobody will know," said Rohan and unzipped his pants, smiling at Archana.

Archana did not say anything and every ounce of resistance she had, disappeared at the sight of the cock hanging between Rohan's legs. She had not masturbated ever since that night and all the built up sexual tension was overwhelming her. She looked at his cock and then at his eyes, full of confidence.

She did not move, she could not even tell him that her husband already knew of the situation and he probably is thinking about it right now as well. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, 'Was this intentional from Mohit?' she thought to herself. He knew everything that happened, and he could have done a number of things to avoid this situation, but he chose to send Rohan to his wife, who was home alone.

Rohan did not give her much time to think about it, his hands were already squeezing her breasts through the maxi she was wearing. His groans were audible when his lips were licking her neck. She slowly surrendered her body, letting him do what he wanted, but nothing to encourage. Her mind still wondering if her husband is actually participating what is happening right now.

Rohan led Archana to the same bed he fucked her a week ago. He thought he could not take too long as he was expected to be back to the office soon. Unzipping Archana's maxi, he paused to take a good look at her body. She was a stark contrast to Vimla in almost every way, complexion, grooming, fitness, assets.

Rohan reached to take her panties off and Archana held his hands, shaking her head for one last time. She knew that as soon as the panties are off he would see how wet she is and that would erase any hope of stopping things. Rohan smiled and slapped her hands away.

"Madam, do not pretend you don't want this." He laughed as he peeled the panties off.

Archana kept quiet as her she looked at the panties which lay on the floor, a big wet patch on it. Rohan unzipped his pants and fished his cock out, which already was throbbing at this point. His breathing was heavy and one could easily notice how worked up he was at this point. He spat on his fingers and rubbed it on his cock head. Looking into Archana's eyes he pushed his cock inside her in one smooth motion.

Archana gasped, her hands wrapped tightly around Rohan at this point. She realized that all her actions were betraying her own body, this is what her body craved for ever since that night. She wanted to scream on top of her lungs, but she controlled herself. She bit her lips and tears welled up in her eyes. Rohan noticed every inch of her face, her reaction as he slowly pulled his cock out, leaving just the head inside, and then once again slid inside her wet cunt.

A slow rhythm building as he slowly began to pick his pace up, unable to hold he moans and groans at how tight she felt compared to Vimla. Archana on the other hand was still struggling to accommodate his cock completely inside her. She could feel his weight on her and she could hear how much he was enjoying her body.

Soon enough, the pain began subsiding with pleasure taking its place and now she was enjoying the thrusts just as much as Rohan. Her moans filling the silence of the room along with the sound of their skin slapping against each other. She was feeling so many things at once that she wanted to moan and express herself, but she also was finding it hard to say it out loud that she loved getting fucked by her own driver.

Rohan was reaching his peak speed at this point. If he wanted, he could have switched position and prolonged his performance. But he knew that he will have plenty of opportunity to do that. For now, he was happy to know that Archana was ready to submit to him. Neither of them said anything apart from the noises they were making and soon enough Rohan announced he was close.

Archana panicked, "Not inside me, I am not on pills," she said quickly

Rohan smiled and pulled his cock out, taking it in his hands. He positioned his knees on either side of Archana's breasts and pointed his cock head towards her face. The sight in front of him was too good to hold back anymore. He saw his employer's wife, panting on the bed, with her eyes filled with lust. He held his breath and began shooting his cum all over her face, "Ahhh yesss fuck," he grunted. Archana closed her eyes, she had never had a man cum on her face, but it all happened before she could react to it.

Panting hard, he collapsed beside her, taking a few minutes to catch his breath. Archana lay there, staring at the ceiling, the warm cum dripping from the sides of her face to the bed. She made no attempts to clean it up. Almost like she was absorbing what had just happened to her and how this is going to shape things going further. Her mind once again pondering, if this was her husband's plan.

Rohan got up and smiled, "Don't worry madam I can last a lot longer. I was short on time today."

He got up and put his pants back on, took a good look at the body on the bed with his cum on her face. He picked the lunch and waved goodbye to Archana. Gesturing that he will be back again.

To be continued...