Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

He pulled her shirt and pushed the strap under it. She said nothing and allowed him, watching him with her dizzy eyes and smiled at him. She was cute, just like her sister.

Anvita and Sahil had already started enjoying the kababs.

“Oh shit, these people are about to finish it.”

Ankita raised her voice and snatched the whole pack of drumsticks.

“Come on Atul. Let’s have all of this.”

“No problem. Kababs are tastier.”

Anvita grinned.

Atul grabbed his and Ankita’s drinks and sat with Ankita. She took a sip from one and made a face. “It’s sour, it’s not mine.”

Atul quickly sipped her glass and winked at her.

“But it’s sweet for sure.”

“Idiot!”

“What did you call me?”

“Idiot. Loser. You lost the fight and lost the kabab too. Now you’re stealing my drink.”

Well, there were enough snacks. In fact, Sahil had more than he could take and he decided to quit dinner when it arrived.

“That’s my husband.” Ankita sat with him and caressed his chin.

“He is sleepy.”

“I am drunk, guys. I can't stay up anymore.”

“Come on; let’s wrap it up, then. Let’s do dinner.”

Atul suggested. Sahil though went to bed immediately.

Anvita snuggled with Atul in the couch.

“Wanna dance?” He asked.

“Get me drunk first.” She said. He gave her his drink. Watching her drinking it, a dirty plan was born in his mind. He remembered the night at George’s house. Anvita was so drunk and horny. He wanted to get her high as that. He got her glass filled again. Ankita was giving them company and he watched the sisters getting drunk. Atul’s eyes remained at Anvita and he was getting hard in his pants at the thought of having her warm lips around his dick.

Atul got up and danced with Anvita. Ankita sat back and enjoyed the show. He forgot about her and kissed his wife like nobody’s watching. Anvita swirled around me and let me grab her ass at will. At the end of the song, he noticed Ankita on the couch.

“You’re still here?”

“You noticed when all’s done, right?”

“All’s not done.” he looked at Anvita. “A lot is left to be done.”

They had dinner soon.

“You know I really had believed Anvita will marry Varun.”

Ankita commented later. “Varun was so crazy about her.”

Varun was his friend Vrinda’s brother. Atul was aware of their friendship from the first day. And he used to laugh at a possible love angle.

“Seriously? I don't think so. He wasn’t as serious as me.”

“No, he was. But he got a little late in the race, I guess.”

“He started late, so he ended up a loser.”

Atul said. “Varun had met me after I proposed her. I told him, look, I proposed to Anvita and she said yes, isn’t it simple enough to understand? And he understood. That’s why he remains a friend to her, yet.”

“He wasn’t seen at your wedding, right?”

“We had invited him. But he didn't show up.”

“He came next day, Atul.”

Anvita said.

“When?”

“I told you. My friends, on the next day, remember?”

He remembered.

“That was him?”

“Yeah, that was him. “

“What did he say?”

“He is not a weeping boy. He was very friendly. He actually introduced me to his friend as the one who ditched him.”

Anvita said and Atul laughed.

“Show us a room to sleep, sis-in-law.”

Atul poked at Ankita as they finished.

“If you are going to sleep, you can take the couch over there.”

She pointed to the hall and smirked.

He looked at Anvita.

“Are you okay with that?”

“I am ready for anywhere.”

She said.

“But I am not going to sleep, sis-in-law.”

He put his arm around Anvita. She leaned against him and they began kissing right there. Ankita pushed them both away.

“You shameless creatures, horny couple, are you always on? Go, get into that room.”

She pushed us into the room and closed the door.

“Good night,” Atul said and hurried Anvita to the bed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her madly. She pushed her tongue in his mouth. He quickly learnt how horny she had been. He got undressed and brought her hand to his dick. He could feel his thickness growing with her soft fingers around it and he felt good.

It is coming back.

He pressed his mouth into her bare chest and sucked on the erect nipples one by one. She tucked her thumb inside her skirt and slid it down. He saw her clean shaven triangle of love and she spread it invitingly and then hid it under her palms.

“Stop staring, Atul...”

Atul was not ready to get on top of her yet, as he was more interested in having her lips around his dick. She grabbed his hair and pulled him to her breasts and even downward. He kissed her belly button and licked around it. Suddenly an image flashed in his mind: thick white streams of dirt from George’s monstrous dick spurting all over it; smearing the whole belly, filling up the navel. And he was licking it.

Yuck! He looked away and lay next to her.

“What happened?”

Anvita turned to him. He sensed the disappointment in her voice.

“Nothing...”

He had no idea how to deal with the moment.

“I feel tired...” He mumbled.

Anvita smiled and kissed him again. He felt good and bad at the same time. He felt pity for her. His dick was becoming limp. But Atul did not want to disappoint her further. He reached down to her centre and rubbed at her pink lips. She was wet. He pushed his finger in and she moaned slightly. The deeper he went the soaking his finger became. Soon he was moving his finger in and out of her. She was enjoying it. He used his index and middle finger and she let out a small cry. But she was inviting him. He knelt in between her and began to stroke faster. And soon she was moaning like heaven. Aloud and unstoppable. It was unbelievable to see her writhe under his finger assault.

“Oh my God! ....aaah..baby... aaah... Atul...his baby...aaah... aaah...”

And she let out a scream at the end, like a cry. Atul saw her spurting from her slit.

“Ahh....ahhh...ah...”

She grabbed a pillow and pressed it to her face to suppress her cry. He kept moving and soon she hit another orgasm.

“Stop...stop it...aaah....you’re killing me Atul...please...”

She cried. Atul’s hand was soaked in her juices. The bed sheet was a mess. But she was completely perfect. He felt glad that he took his woman to an orgasm finally. He lay next to her and kissed her tightly.

“I love you, baby.”

She whispered, trying to control her heavy breathing.

Though they were the last words he remembered of that night, an image was resurfaced from the past; that of a monstrous dick in the hand of a horny man. It was big, stout and spitting venom. He felt threatened by it.

Rajat was waiting for them when Atul and Anvita reached home the next morning.

“I did a foolish thing, Atul. My door is locked and I lost the key.” He said.

“How can I help you? Are you gonna break the door?”

“No, I have an idea. I can go to my balcony from yours. From there I can go inside.”

“But your balcony will be locked from inside.”

“No. I don't really care to lock it, nowadays actually.”

He said.

“Okay, be careful not to fall down.”

Atul warned as they walked towards the balcony. Rajat climbed on the pabangt and leaned across the partition wall and carefully put his left foot on the pabangt of his balcony. He shifted his weight to the left foot and then climbed down to the other side. A minute later, he walked out of the front door.

“I will have to get a new key lock it now.”

Rajat said. Atul went to his room and returned with an unused lock.

“You can use it for now. It’s got a number lock. Don't lose it.”

Atul gave him the lock code.

“Thanks a lot. Come let’s have a beer. It must be chilled by now.”

Rajat invited. And Atul relented.

Without his wife’s presence for many weeks, Rajat’s apartment had become a complete mess.

“Do you sleep in here?”

Atul wondered. Rajat was busy filling up the large glasses. Atul casually asked about Pooja.

“She’s doing well. It’s me who’s suffering.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. The doctor gave her a complete rest. You know full rest. We now sleep with her mom in the middle. Bull shit.”

Atul laughed. “Okay, you can blame only yourself, buddy.”

“It’s been months. It’s aching now.”

He scratched his groin.

“Make use of your hand, dude.”

Atul smirked.

“That’s why it’s aching, man. I’m tired of the selfies.”

“Cool down, Rajat. Engage yourself in some other activities. That’s better for your life.”

“I tried. But it’s not that easy, man. You know seven of my colleagues are women. All are hot like... you know what I mean.”

“You better control, man!”

“I can't control like that for another six months. Last week I went for a coffee with one. It’s really different when you look at someone else’s wife. She was so hot...even the way she was sipping the cold coffee was making me horny... when she sipped the white foam that remained over her upper lips...and she slowly licked it with her tongue...ooohh...man! It was driving me crazy... do you wanna see her? I have her photo.”

He pulled out his phone.

“No. Please. I don't wanna see.”

Rajat threw it on the couch.

“Even our Mohit’s wife Neeti... have you noticed her? She dresses up very cool. Always sleeveless! When she goes to the market, I always watch her from the balcony.”

Mohit lived on the top floor of the building.

“Come on, Rajat. I am newly married; spare me.”

Atul chuckled.

“Oh shit. I forgot that. You know one thing? Newly married men don't look at other’s wives. And newly married wives are also spared from lonely men like me. You know, we don't look at a young woman like Anvita. We take pleasure from aunties and bhabhis only!”

“Wow! What decency!”

He smiled.

As they went to another round, Atul thought of a fancy idea.

“You know what; one of my friends has an opposite story to tell. He is staying with his wife. She’s hot like an actress; nothing like this Neeti and all. I haven’t seen her, but you know his problem? She’s so hot that he is never able to hold enough time during sex. The moment she undresses, he loses his control. And he finishes in a few seconds.”

“Oh, that’s really awful.”

Rajat felt for the unknown guy.

“He asked me for advice, that’s how I came to know. I wasn’t married then.”

“You should have asked me. I am good at these matters. Believe me.”

“I still gave him good advice.”

“Which is?”

“Lights off! No seeing means no loss of control...”

“That’s a bad idea.”

“Why?”

“Because he already knows who she is; and the darkness can't make a change in what is in his mind. Sexual arousal is more of a game inside one’s mind than what he sees with his eyes. And when lights off, it will be more difficult to control. Very bad advice...”

“How is it more difficult?”

Atul could not hide his curiosity.

“I’ll tell you what is happening. He’s already short on confidence for he’s a loser in front of his wife. So when he switches off the lights, he regains his confidence because he knows she’s not watching him. But the fact is he is clearly aware of her hotness. It’ll get him horny even more and he’ll end up climaxing much earlier than otherwise.”

Now Atul saw it. The man had a point. He thought. Maybe, exactly why it didn’t work.

“Then what is the solution?”

“The solution is, by getting his confidence low.”

“How exactly is that?”

He gulped the glass down to finish it and refilled it quickly.

“Failure is often the stepping stone to victory. That’s how it works. He should see himself as a failure. A total failure! He actually is, but he will be trying hard to believe otherwise. It’s foolishness. He should face the truth.”

Atul felt a lightning passing down his spine. Rajat was telling him what Atul never wished to hear. Nevertheless, he wanted to hear more. He was the unknown clueless guy who was unable to hold it long enough.

“How can he lower his confidence?”

He tried hard to pretend he was not involved in it the way he was.

“He should get his wife a bit adventurous. Like, get her close with other men; men who are superior to him.”

“What!”

Atul’s voice rose. He could not hide his shock.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds like. He doesn’t need to let her sleep with someone else. That’s not what I am talking about. He just has to see her with others who he considers better. And that will definitely lower his confidence with his wife.”

“And it will work?”

“It should. There is no reason why it shouldn’t. Yeah, of course, he shouldn’t be having any erectile malfunctioning.”

“Oh come on man, that’s out of the question.”

Atul’s voice had risen again.

“You can't be sure, man. What if this guy – your friend – is hiding the real problem from you?”

“No. He’s not. I don’t think he’s hiding anything.”

“Then it’s gonna work for sure. He will be weak with his mind. He may not want to have sex with her. And then she comes to bed, undresses, and he will imagine her in the most hateful way of intimacy with other men and he will just want to lie idle. But, when the woman so sexy is in front of him, his dick will stop listening to his stupid worries and then when they fuck, he’ll last long enough to make her cum twice. Very hard!”

Atul was envisaging it already. But he had no plan to set his Anvita up for such hateful act.

“So, do you think I should give him this advice?”

“Of course, you should, if he’s your friend and if you care for him. And you should know what if you don't tell him.”

Atul stared at him.

“She will cheat on him. Mark my words, Atul.”

Rajat’s cold words sent shivers down his spine. Atul hated his neighbour instantly.

Fortunately, the doorbell rang and he was saved momentarily before being entangled in hopelessness. Rajat wobbled to the door. He was certainly drunk.

Unfortunately, the visitor was Anvita.

She was angry to see Atul drinking again.

“What’s this, Atul?”

She raised her voice. Rajat stepped in front of her and knelt before her.

“Please forgive him, I beg of you. It was my mistake; I forced him for a company.”

Anvita’s stem face suddenly became amusing.

“What are you doing?”

“Please, believe me. He was not ready to drink, but when I forced him to give me company... you know I am very lonely. You know... see this house. Don't blame your husband. He’s innocent...”

Anvita studied the whole house.

“Oh shit. It’s so bad. You don't clean here at all?”

She dismissed Rajat and walked over to the kitchen and came back instantly.

“What’s going on here?”

“Nothing’s going on here. This man is not even staying here.”

Atul said and his voice slurred.

“It’s bad. You can't leave your house like this. Let me help you this time. Remember, next time you’ll do it yourself, that’s at least once a week.”

She instructed Rajat. He stayed on his knees.

“I don't know how to thank you for volunteering to help me. But I will get it cleaned by someone.”

Rajat began to say.

“Shut up and bring me a broom.”

Anvita ordered him angrily.

“Please Anvita. You don't have to worry about it. I will...”

“Did I tell you to shut up?”

Anvita stood in front of him and dared him. Atul was watching. Rajat turned to him.

“How can you be so lucky to have this lady as your wife, Atul? I envy you. She’s not a woman but an angel.”

“Rajat, bring me a broom.”

Anvita ordered him again. She was definitely enjoying his compliments. Rajat gave her a broom and sat back on the couch. As Anvita began sweeping the living room floor Atul noticed Rajat’s eyes falling into her direction more often. Atul saw his point of attention. As Anvita bent forward, her breasts were visible through the loose neckline of her kurta. Rajat was watching her nonstop whenever she turned to him. Atul hated him more. But for unknown reasons, he didn't want to stop him. He picked up a magazine and pretended to turn its pages over, with his eyes locked into Rajat. Rajat’s eyes were set on Anvita and Atul feared they would pierce deep into her beyond her fine clothing. When she turned away from him, his eyes fell on her back and it grew wider.

Even when she moved to the kitchen, Rajat was shamelessly ogling at her. By the time she finished, the men had finished their beer. Rajat was full of praise for her kindness. She accepted his compliments with a beautiful, never-ending smile as Atul stood next to her, burning inside. As he walked behind her, back to his home, one thing was sure. His friend in the neighbourhood had become a threat to his peaceful life.​