Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

Anvita had decided never to see Varun again. She turned angrier whenever she thought of him. She had begun to feel like a bang victim. She felt like a fool to have allowed him to take advantage of her, both physically and mentally. It was like there was a dormant soul inside her and he had awakened it without her consent, for his fun.

How did he think he could do it? Anvita couldn't fathom.

The fact that he would have done it if not for Atul's timely interruption only made Anvita furious.

And she decided to phone Varun one last time.

“Hello, Anvi.”

“What the fuck you were doing to me, you bastard?”

She spent fire the moment she heard his voice.

"I am so sorry, Anvi. I slipped.”

Varun said slowly.

"Where are you? I want to speak in person; I am going to slap you.”

“Please Anvi. Listen to me.”

“Tell me a place. I want to see you. Where are you?”

“I am not here.”

“Just show me your filthy face and then you go to hell.”

“Anvi... Please...”

“Fucker, you are running away from me. I swear I won’t leave you without having my palm stamped across your face.”

She barked and cut the call. She was sure he wouldn't show up any soon.

Tuesday Shreyas had phoned Anvita and invited her for lunch. She had refused him straight away. She was not going to entertain him any more.

Anvita was busy in the office next morning when Shreyas called and invited her again.

"Atul's not here, Shreyas. I don't feel like we're doing the right thing."

She said.

"Atul is not here, yes, but that's because of me. I owe you something."

"Really?"

Anvita laughed.

"Come on Anvi; I have no intention to challenge your relationship. But I am too thrilled to let go of this chance to be with you. Let’s do lunch. You know it will be so pleasant. I promise you."

Anvita took a moment to think. And this time she relented.

“Just lunch; no drinks,” she conditioned.

Shreyas was happy to oblige.

"I’ll pick you up at twelve o’clock from your office."

He suggested.

"But I can't leave my office."

"You can tell Shashank you are invited for lunch with me and family. Tell him Atul's also invited. He won’t stop you."

"Is that really gonna work?"

Anvita doubted.

When she met Shashank, he had other plans for her.

"We will do lunch together, today, Anvita."

"Shashank...," she hesitated. "I am afraid I am preoccupied."

Shashank was mildly surprised.

"How can you be? I had told you yesterday, didn't I? Anvita, well... this is just for an hour. Just you and I. After that you'll be free for the whole day."

He insisted.

Anvita thought favourably now. She was not feeling good about coming back to the office after lunch outside.

"I have to tell Atul about it. I think he will agree if we make it before two o'clock. Is it possible?"

"I don't think it’s a right idea to tell anyone about it. You are having lunch with your boss. Keep it with you only."

"Atul...Atul is my husband, Shashank." Anvita smiled.

"Oh, I forgot. My mistake. Does he have a say in whatever you do?"

"I have complete faith on you, Shashank. So does my husband on me."

"Then there is no need to tell him at all. It’s just lunch."

Anvita was amused.

She was not going to tell Atul anyway.

Anvita phoned Shreyas and told him her.

"I could not tell him, Shreyas. He said he has some important things to tell me. He was so serious, I could not deny him. I am so sorry, Shreyas. We will consider any other day. Your call."

"My call is tonight."

"Dinner? No, Shreyas..."

"Come on Anvita. You can't turn me down like this."

"I..."

Anvita paused to have a look around her.

"But you must promise me we won’t do anything stupid like last time."

"Trust me."

"I trust you; but I still need your assurance."

She said thoughtfully.

"I promise you."

Anvita took a moment to reply.

"Okay, then."

"Thanks, a lot. I will pick you..."

"No...No..."

Anvita said quickly.

"I will hire a cab."

"It's my pleasure, Anvita...I..."

"No, Shreyas. Everyone knows Atul is not home. I don't want you to become a familiar face in my neighbourhoods."

Shreyas agreed.

"I will send you the address."

Anvita had lunch with Shashank at Omayo. He was a slow diner. Every movement of his was at snail’s speed. And his eyes took pleasure in looking at her lips all the time. He talked his mind towards the end of the meal.

"You have a beautiful face, Anvita. My eyes often get stuck on it. I hope you don't think of me as a pervert. In fact, I wish I was your husband."

"Excuse me!"

Anvita shrank her eyes. Shashank simpered.

"Don't be surprised. That's how much I envy him."

He paused and licked his lips slowly, "Anvita, I have seen many young girls joining under me throughout my career. You definitely stand out. The way you present yourself is commendable. Do you know why I preferred you to be at my side in the official meetings? Because you make me desirable, in a professional way."

Anvita listened carefully.

"Do you know why Manjot chose to sign that deal with us? Because he was impressed with the people around me, which was you. You gave him a very good impression of me and our working environment, like a smart form of advertisement. Mr Manjot believes in having a wonderful working atmosphere as it brings about superior productivity. Manjot is a great businessman. We have a lot to learn from him and gain from our deal with him. Last time when I met him, he had only one demand: you should be there at my side when we’ll have a gathering with him next time."

Anvita saw where he was taking it.

"Come on, Shashank. This is..."

"Listen Anvita, it’s been just a few months since you joined Teckpo. It is next to nothing in terms of experience in this field; almost a zero. But in Teckpo you’ve been presented with a lot of exposure because there is a lot of positivism around you. All you need to do is to let it flow. Do you understand?"

"Yes. But..."

"So there's a lunch coming soon. I’ll tell you when. It’s not a song and dance kind of thing but a simple meal around a table. There will be a number of guests apart from Manjot. And we will welcome them together."

Anvita nodded slowly.

"I will tell you in advance so that you can prepare."

He said in the end.

Anvita was waiting for a cab after the lunch when Varun phoned her.

"Anvi, I am coming to see you. But promise me you won’t hit me."

"Come first," Anvita said stiffly.

"Promise me first."

"Show up first, idiot."

She said and ended the phone call

Soon it started to rain. By the time Varun showed up in his car, it had become heavy pouring.

"Come, get in."

Varun opened the front door. Anvita jumped inside and slammed the door close.

"Easy. You’ll damage my new car."

Varun said.

He was in a tracksuit and carried a playful mood. Anvita stared at him one long moment and then jumped on him.

"You bastard, you would have destroyed my life if Atul wasn’t there. Fucker! And you want your car intact. Filthy shit, I should have known you."

She grabbed his hair and pushed as if to bang his head on the window and tussled his hair.

"Stop it, Anvi."

Anvita pulled her hand and slapped him left and right. Although weak, it annoyed him. He tried to free himself and when it failed, he drove the car forward. Anvita lost her balance and fell onto him.

"Bastard!"

She regained herself and sat back.

Varun drove the car fast and Anvita sat silently. He took a couple of turns and stopped the car in a secluded spot.

"Okay. I surrender now. Slap me."

Anvita was ready with her sandal in one hand. She rose from the seat and slapped him. Varun was shocked.

"My foot! What are you...!"

He tried to move away in reflex but then he sat back. She hit him thrice times, hard. She panted when she was done.

"I am sorry Anvi. I could not stop myself. See it yourself. You are unable to stop because you are insanely angry. I could not stop myself because I was crazily in love with you."

Anvita shook her head.

"Do you call that love? Why the fuck I couldn’t stop you? Have you thought about that?"

"Because you still have feelings for me."

"Don't bullshit me with that."

"Anvi, I don't know how to say this. But I am aroused whenever you come close to me. Earlier it wasn’t like this. But after your marriage and after I met Radhika, when I see you, I am like..."

He looked down for a moment. Anvita looked at him.

"What are you like?"

"I am like..."

He quickly tucked his thumb inside the waistline of his sweatpants and pulled it down. Before Anvita could realise what he was doing and that he was doing it seriously, he had pulled out his dick.

"...like this."

He looked at her. She saw his thick penis, in its fullest size; Anvita’s caught with it a bit longer than she liked. She pressed her palm across her mouth in shock, her eyes baffled.

"I'm always like this. I have nothing to hide from you."

Varun confessed further.

"Are you crazy?"

Anvita looked at his face and penis alternatively.

"Cover it, please."

She said, slowly.

He took her hand and brought it to his member; she began to pull but there was no strength. Her heartbeats soared as she touched him. It was warm.

"What are you doing, Varun?"

Her voice was shivering, as she feared if she would start holding it out of shock.

"Leave my hand, else I'm gonna spit on your face."

She threatened.

"Do it whatever you want. You can use your sandal to punish it. Spit on it to hate, or just hold it to console. But don't leave without doing anything. I can't live with it like this..."

His voice was sober.

She looked at him and saw a lost lover; a loser.

Anvita’s mind raced back in time. A few years ago, on a valentine’s day, she had sat with him in a car like this, expecting him to say the magic words. It wasn’t that he was the man for her, but at the moment she was high on excitement. Had he proposed her, she would have accepted it. And she would have regretted it later. But he did not propose her – for whatever reasons – and Anvita always thought gratefully of him since then. He was capable of holding himself back despite temptations. He was not the one who would take advantage of every opportunity he had. He was not a loser. He was wise.

But here, he was allowing him to be a loser. He had handed her all the power. The power to punishe, hate and console.

"I am not punishing you for sure."

Anvita spoke.

"But I'm not gonna love it either."

And her fingers were wrapping around him.

"I would like to spit on it."

She said. He breathed.

"As you wish, Anvi."

"You look pathetic."

She smirked, attempting to ridicule him. He was still making her hand touch it. He was still trying to make her hold it.

"Wait, is it still growing?"

She wondered, making him laugh.

"I don't know. It’s aching already."

"That's okay. It should know some pain."

She said and this time she held it firm and Varun adjusted himself in the seat, as if to allow her more access.

"What are you doing? Are you expecting me to pleasure you?"

He did not say anything. He pulled down his pants further. She took her hand back.

"No. This is going the wrong way."

"No. This is right."

"How is it, right?"

"Because I have seen Atul’s. He's got a small one."

"Fuck you, damn! He’s not small. You are just bigger, it’s not his mistake."

"Okay. That’s also right."

"Don't say this is what I deserve."

"I was going to tell you that..."

She looked around; the rain had wiped out most of the visibility. Varun grabbed her hand and brought it back to his pole again.

"What arere you making me do, Varun?"

"Console and hate it. Please. Spit on me."

Anvita stared at him for a long moment and then she leaned forward. She grabbed him tight. Her grasp at the base barely reached its half. It looked enormous and it scared Anvita.

If it was allowed inside me, oh my god!

She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. She looked at his eyes and slowly let out her saliva, letting it fall right over the bulbous head. Varun’s breathing got heavier only.

Anvita spat again. And again and then slowly ran her fingers around it, smearing it with her saliva.

And she felt Varun’s breathing and heard his heartbeakts.

"You are a demon, Varun."

Anvita took her dirty hand and ran it over his face.

"I don't love you. I hate you."

She grinned and went down and took his dick in her mouth. Its warm head met with her tongue and Anvita felt dizzy. She went down further and it touched at the back of her throat. She rose back and licked his face as if to blemish his face with dirt. When her lips came close to his lips, he moved and kissed her. Anvita allowed him and waited for him to finish the wet kiss. And then she spat out, right on his mouth.

"I told you, idiot!"

She grinned. Saliva fell over his lips. She kissed him back again.

"I hate you. You look dirty."

She mumbled and spat again, this time into his open mouth. Her hand had started to run up and down over his member, and he attempted to touch her breasts. She slapped him.

"Don't."

She warned.

A minute later, her head went down into his lap, and with it began a furious session of cock sucking, and at the end of it, he groaned. She pulled her head up and shook his penis vigorously, squeezing out a huge load of cum. She spat out what was in her mouth over his dick. It was his cum, and it was a mess.

When it settled, when her breathing was under control, Anvita wiped her lips.

"This is the end of everything between you and me. We are just..."

She thought a moment.

"We are Just acquaintances now."

He stared at her and slowly shook his head.

"And don't ever dream of me."

She added.

Anvita sat in front of the mirror and studied her lips closely.

Can he find out?
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