Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

When she unlocked the door, she found her hand shivering, for reasons unknown. She walked in and switched on the light in the hall and then walked forward only to stop after a few steps as she heard the door closing behind her. She froze, staring at the empty house. She turned slowly. He was there, and he was coming to her. Inches apart, their eyes were locked into each other. In his eyes, she saw her own reflection, glowing at her. She was seeing herself. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few long seconds, with each one escalating her heartbeats.

"Prithvi..."

She couldn't complete the word as his mouth was already on her and then they were kissing. Anvita closed her eyes and pushed herself into his arms. He opened his mouth to kiss her and his arms went around her as if to never let go. A minute later, both were panting and still staring. She felt she was kissing him for the first time ever. It was indeed something new. Her chest moved visibly as she breathed heavily.

“Anvita.”

Prithvi spoke.

Anvita couldn’t speak a word now.

He held out both hands to her and it was an invitation. Anvita knew what it was. And she didn’t want to decide. She already was living with a reply. A moment later, she was walking into her bedroom hand in hand with him and they stopped only by the bed. She didn't care to switch on the lights in the room. But the light from the hall made everything visible enough. She looked at her bed and she knew what she wanted.

“Prithvi…”

Anvita began to speak and he stopped her.

“Shhh…”

He placed his finger across his lips to silence her. His eyes stayed on her and began to undress, starting from the shirt. Anvita watched him take it off and then began to follow him. She reached for the zip behind her and pulled it down. She slid the dress off her shoulder in a hurry. Prithvi’s shirt had gone and he pulled down his pants. Anvita knew of the existence of his hardness yet she didn’t take her eyes off his face. She slid her dress further to let it fall to the floor slowly and then pulled up her camisole to reveal her body clad in just a bra and panty. Prithvi didn’t move his eyes off her face either, and he slid his jockey down. His erection swung forward in the air. Anvita saw it though she was not looking at it, and she wanted to turn away before it touched her. She still could not move her eyes, and she tossed aside her bra, boldly leaving her full bosom in his view, before sliding down her panty to the floor.

Prithvi stepped forward and held her hand.

“Come.”

He whispered. Anvita carefully stepped aside from her gown.

This time, when their lips met, there was no holding back. Anvita pushed her tongue into his mouth straight away, as she couldn’t contain the urge to be met with his. Latching on to her lips, Prithvi darted his tongue into her mouth. To her own surprise, Anvita wasn’t taken aback. Instead, she found her mouth open to let him dance with her tongue and she allowed him to suck for long. Instinctively, she too began to suck him back.

Prithvi’s hardness was poking into her. He laid her on the bed and his hands found its way to her breasts. She felt good as he fondled her. She had nothing in her mind except for a feeling that she was about to reach a place she had been waiting for long. Soon her tits were inside his mouth and she moaned slightly as he sucked them lovingly.

“You have beautiful breasts.”

He whispered.

“I know.”

She smiled.

Prithvi reached between her legs and she spread it willingly, and he pushed in a finger inside. Her lips quivered and he quickly calmed them with his entire mouth. Her hand reached down and held his hardness in her hand and she slowly stroked him.

“O my God. You are touching me.”

He smiled a little. She wasn’t shy anymore.

“Stupid.”

She said.

He bent down and pressed his mouth between her breasts but she pulled his head by the hair.

“Come up…enough.”

She moaned.

Prithvi lay on top of her and she guided his hardness into her wet hole. Her mouth came open as he pushed it in, and he kissed her hard as he pushed into her as deep as he could. Anvita closed her eyes, savouring the heavenly feeling of his manhood filling her. She spread her legs as much as she could, and he began to move. This was all she needed, and she knew it now. She was corrupt, and she was okay with it. She had surrendered to her carnal urges. Slowly and carefully, Prithvi made his way in and out of her, and she loved it every way. His eyes were locked into her, and he kept kissing her eyes, her nose, and everywhere on her face.

Anvita loved the way he sucked her tongue whenever she let him. She grabbed his hand very soon and her breathing got heavier in the anticipation of an orgasm.

“Anvita…”

Prithvi placed his palm under her head and lifted her face to engage her in a long passionate kiss, as he upped his speed and force, and it was evident that his movements were beyond his control. Anvita was in the hands of a passionate lover and she loved every moment of being there. She had begun to thrust back into him with his pounding, and she was gearing up for a heavenly moment. Prithvi began to pound harder and a few seconds later, he was shooting his load deep into her with a suppressed groan. He pushed harder and held it there, panting into her mouth.

Anvita was taken aback by the sudden stop of everything. She felt it was abrupt and she felt a sense of disappointment taking over her body.

It's alright. She calmed herself.

Prithvi had filled her and moved off her quickly. Anvita rolled away and ran to the bathroom. She was oozing it out. When she came out with a towel around her body, he was still waiting there.

“What are you waiting for? Are you not done?”

She asked.

“I am the luckiest person on earth.” He began to hug her. She moved away.

“No.”

She picked up her clothes from the ground.

“Don’t take it easy with me.”

She warned him.

“What?”

He was puzzled. Anvita took a moment to reply.

“We did it again. Yes. But that doesn’t mean anything, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we don’t have to complicate anything. We are not a couple. We are not lovers.”

“What are we? Friends with benefits?”

His voice was hard and she stared him for a moment.

“No, not that too. We are ex-teacher and ex-student. That’s it.”

He kept looking at her. Anvita ignored him and took the dress to the washroom and washed the stain off it. When she returned he had worn his clothes. Anvita began to iron her dress.

“Do you understand what I said?”

Anvita asked him.

“Yes.”

“And agree?”

“Yes… but…”

He paused, prompting Anvita to turn her head.

“Is this gonna happen again?”

“No.”

She said without thinking. It wasn’t possible to think. She was not sure about it. But she felt better when Prithvi walked out of the room, albeit disappointed.

If one thing amazed Anvita then it was her lack of remorse. She was completely normal.

Yes. I did it again. Atul will never know. She said in her mind and she was calm, yet. A part of her mind doubted if it was because of what Rajat had revealed to her; that he might be okay with some sort of adventure.

No! Anvita chided herself at the thought. It was not only foolish but also an outlandish idea. What she did was not some sort of adventure but a brutal form of betrayal. No man could forgive it.

Anvita finished ironing and wore the dress. She stood in front of the mirror and checked herself. She had to rework her makeup. She took her time, erasing every bit of evidence of her deception.

When she was done with her mind and body, she walked out. Prithvi stood up. He was pleasant and smiling.

“Why are you smiling?”

Anvita asked.

“I was thinking about what you said. You are very right about that.”

“Why do you think so?”

“It will keep us in peace.”

Anvita smiled.

“I knew you are a clever boy.”

“Student.”

He corrected and she smiled again.

“Let’s hurry.”

Anvita stood outside the lift as Prithvi went to bring the bike.

“Anvita mam.”

She turned to see Rajneesh, the DG operator of the complex.

“Atul sir has parked his bike in front of the generator room. Please tell him to move it from there. He has locked the handle as well.”

He pointed to the DG Room.

“Which bike?”

Anvita turned and saw the bike.

“That one.”

“That’s not Atul’s. And he's not...”

“He brought it. He parked it over there.”

Anvita was startled.

“When?”

“Half an hour ago… I saw him from the gate and he went up before I could tell him.”

“He…went up?”

“He went to the lift…”

Anvita didn’t want to hear anything. She had gone blank.

Prithvi stopped his bike in front of her.

“Come on. Let’s go,” he urged.

Half an hour ago. Anvita felt like fainting. When did he return from the trip? Why did he come here without telling her? Her mind had begun to throw countless questions.

“Just a minute, Prithvi. I am coming.”

She said and hurried into the lift. Her heart was pounding hard as she reached her front door which was still locked.

Where did he go? Anvita’s eyes fell at Rajat’s door. It was still closed but not locked. Her mind ran back in time and it took her just a second to make out the possibility. Is he in there? And she knew why.

Anvita unlocked her door with her shivering hands and hurried to the balcony. She switched the light on and checked the floor dreadfully.

Shoe prints. Shoe prints of Atul.

“Shit!”

She cried. Shoe prints were leading to the other end. Anvita barged into her bedroom and made to its balcony. Shoe prints were over there too, leading to the window; right under the window. She checked for a gap and knelt down and peeped through. She saw the bed. Perfectly.

Anvita couldn’t breathe. She leaned forward and banged her forehead on the wall.

Everything ends here. She thought.

And she recollected her earlier thought. I did it again. Atul will never know.

When she was beaming in confidence that he will never know, he was already watching it. He was watching his wife getting fucked by a friend in his own bed.

When Anvita came out of the house, she stood in front of Rajat’s house. He’s still inside; crying over his loss. She knew. She wanted to go to him and fall into his feet. But she didn’t dare to face him.

She wobbled to the lift with a complete sense of loss.

Everything ends here.

“What happened?”

Prithvi asked her when she returned to the parking.

“Nothing. Let’s go.”

She said quickly and sat behind him.

Back at the wedding place, the first message she received was that Atul had arrived there two hours ago and he was looking for her all the time. Now nobody knew where he was. Only Anvita knew and she did not tell Prithvi. He got immediately busy with other stuff. And she waited for Atul with an ever-increasing dread.

Ten minutes later, Atul flew in. The moment Anvita saw him, her heart stopped. She had no idea about how he would react.

Would he call her a slut and beat her in front of all the people? Prithvi will come to stop him, and he’ll beat him too?

However, to Anvita’s surprise, Atul walked up to her with a happy face.

“I had gone to meet a friend.”

He was apologetic. Anvita was losing her grip on the happenings. It’s not real. You are dreaming about it.

Then Atul said.

“I thought I would surprise you, but I ended up surprised.”

He was still smiling.

“You look gorgeous, by the way.”

No, it’s not a dream, it’s real.

Atul stepped forward and hugged her. He hugged her tight and she felt he was not going to free her from his grasp. Yes. I surprised him. I shocked him. And I look gorgeous for I was in bed with another man an hour ago, behaving like a whore.

Atul let her go finally and smiled at her dearly.

“Your perfume kills me; especially today. I missed you a lot baby.”

Now Anvita knew what he was doing. He was communicating in a language only she could understand. He knew what she did. And he is screaming it out at her face, without saying a word. Her perfume – the odour of another man or his cum – kills him.

Yes. It will kill him. And his words will kill me, inch by inch. Anvita knew.

Her eyes began to fill with tears. Atul hugged her again, showing the greatest amount of affection.

“I missed you too, Atul.”

Anvita whispered. She was ashamed of the lameness of her own words.

“I have a surprise for you, anyway.”

He said later and she wasn’t surprised. I know. I had a chance to undo what I had done once to you. But I chose to repeat it.

“It is very intimate. Between us only; I’ll tell you when we are home.”

He added with a voice that didn’t carry even a distant trace of sorrow. Anvita was baffled.

How can you put up such a straight face? How can you smile like that? Why don’t you grab a knife and stab it into my throat? How are you pretending so happy? Anvita had no answer to any of her questions.

Prithvi showed up and hugged Atul. Anvita watched in silence and the men greeted with each other with utmost feigning. One knows he just bedded other’s wife. And the other knows he’s just been cuckolded. And it was Anvita’s misery that she knew that both the men knew.

Everything ends here. Anvita thought again.

Anvita noticed Prithvi and his friends being unpretentiously caring to Atul. It was so obvious to her why he was doing it. Prithvi's every single action was screaming out what he had done with Anvita. The lack of repulsion from Atul despite this perplexed Anvita.

He has a plan. Anvita knew.

“What’s the surprise?”

She asked him when they proceeded to the music hall.

“I’ll tell you later.”

He maintained his stand. His silence was killing her. She saw death. It’s better to die than face him asking me why I did it to him.

When they were walking from the dinner hall Anvita found them alone for a moment.

“Can't you tell me now? Nobody’s here.”

I want you to pull me aside to a corner and slap me.

Atul’s reply was a smile.

“It’s not for nobody. It’s for you, baby.”

Anvita cried inside. Yes. It’s for me.

Anvita was already thinking of ways to kill her. Sleeping pills? No. it’s too gentle. Jumping in front of a train? Hanging to death from a ceiling fan?

“You owe me a sorry.”

Atul said when they were in the car, beginning to leave. Anvita looked at him and he laughed.

“You were angry when I said I won’t make it. But I made it, just in time, didn’t I?”

Anvita merely shook her head. Yes. Just in time. You were there, while I was…

Anvita swallowed. It was only a matter of time before I found a better way to end this life.

“Yes, I owe you an apology, and I’ll do it my way. First, you reveal your surprise.”

Anvita blurted.

I want you to drag me to the bathroom and push my face deep into the water, choking me, hurting me, making me gasp for the very air that helps me stay alive in this world that you have built for me with pure love. Anvita wished she had the strength to speak up.

It was when they reached home, Atul finally began to show how disturbed was him. Anvita was observing him through the corner of her eyes and she caught him suddenly clueless and distracted. Anvita was tired yet she was not going to sleep.

“Tell me now.”

She looked into his eyes. Name my punishment.

Atul at first tried to look away, however, when he did look at her, it was Anvita who bore the brunt. His stare would now make her nervous. Atul moved closer, adding to her worry. Before she could make a move, he kissed her. She was taken aback at the sudden response. Atul’s lips were firm enough to lock her. And bleed inside of her.

His hand was behind her head and he sucked her lips as if to quench his thirst. Anvita did not know what was happening.

“This is the surprise, my love.”

Atul said when he broke the long lip lock.

It was hell crashing down upon Anvita.

No. This isn’t what I deserve.

The truth was unbelievable and incomprehensible. Atul was leading her to the bed, ironically a place where she had been unfaithful to him a few hours earlier. He kissed her all over her face and neck and breasts. He pushed his tongue into her mouth like a teen and Anvita realised how aroused her husband had become.

No!

Atul’s hand had made its way to her breasts.

“My dress... You are ruining it.”

Anvita protested. She wasn’t concerned about her dress. But she couldn’t think of anything else to say. Atul laughed it off and mauled her further.

“You are crazy.”

Her voice was filled with disappointment that only she could fathom. What she wanted was hatred, not love. Pain, not affection.

“I am crazy for you, get it off!”

Atul admitted as if to make his stance clearer. The clouds of doubts were fading away. Anvita didn’t hesitate when he told her to undress. When he pulled down his brief, she wasn’t surprised. Perhaps she was anticipating it even before she could admit it.

“You are so crazy.”

She whispered; her eyes dazzled and bewildered. And she felt an unknown force taking over her body. She let him push her to the bed and suck on her erect tits. She lay completely naked on her marital bed where she had been lying under the naked body of another man with his dick buried deep inside her pussy. Anvita couldn’t get enough of amazement when his tongue trailed downward and licked her navel. She let out a moan as he pushed a finger between her legs. Anvita was wary of his finding her extra moist inner sides, but she knew it would be expected. All she wanted to know how he would deal with it. Atul took her by the shock of her life as he bent down to bury his face between her legs.

And it was different, she learnt again. It wasn't the first time when she had known the pleasure of a man's mouth over her pussy; Shreyas had kissed her down there and Prithvi had simply eaten her, but none of them was like this! It was her husband, finally.

And with that, she closed her eyes and faced the question she had been unconsciously restraining until the moment.

Are you really not angry?

Anvita quivered as the very first touch of her husband’s tongue caused a tickle at her entrance. Atul was pushing harder and Anvita’s legs opened up further. Her husband was trying to feed himself with the sperm of his wife’s lover.

What are you, Atul? Anvita wanted to scream.

But she did not want to know the answer to it. Because she was willing to accept it, at the moment.

Her hand moved behind his head and pushed him down to her. He was licking through it and swallowing it all.

“Oh my god… oh my… you are crazy… you are so mad….”

She soon cried with pleasure. He made her.

Then, he pushed a couple of fingers into her.

“You taste so good, honey… I never knew it would be this good.”

Atul said.

Anvita couldn’t utter a word in response to him, even though she spent a moment wondering how he’s so honest with himself.

Anvita remembered what Radhika had told her. You are lucky. Atul had all the chance to use me but he didn’t. When I went with his friend he was still very much unfazed. He earned my respect. It was now turning out to be not a blessing but a weakness in his character, just as Rajat had made out. He’s different… Men like him fantasise their wives doing wild things with others… he’s a voyeur…

Every claim that he had made about Atul was turning out to be true for Anvita. Atul had definitely watched her making out with Prithvi. Wasn’t it what drove him mad enough to eat her pussy as he had never done? It is. Anvita was sure.

For once, Anvita wanted to hate her husband. She wanted to rebuke his character and push him out of her bed. But she was not going to do that. He still loved her. And she was left with no choice other than to embrace him with his one imperfection. He’s a voyeur and he is aroused of being cuckolded. He loved the truth that his wife had committed adultery. He was suddenly fond of providing oral pleasure to her because he just found out she was fucked by another man a few hours ago. He was slurping her pussy just because he knew it was possibly filled with another man’s cum.

He was lapping it up and Anvita was helplessly conquered. The fact that Atul was tremendously skilled with his tongue was only making her fall for it in no time. And she was moaning with pleasure and she twisted her body, arched it back, as he flipped his tongue while inside her.

“Aaah!”

Her voice had risen, beyond her control.

As he licked upward across her pussy with the flat tongue she was effortlessly lifted to frenzy, and a magical feeling suddenly unearthed in her mind. She was transported to a place she had disappointedly vacated a few hours ago with another man. She was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Oh… my…”

She was hit with both guilt and pleasure, and she could not hold it anymore. Every emotion – the fear, the wonder, the pleasure – that had been dominating her unconscious mind so far since that evening was coming together to blow her brain and she burst into a loud cry, as she allowed her body to bath in the sudden joy of a scintillating orgasm. Anvita cried her heart out and she pushed his face down, in a desperate attempt to save her from the immediate embarrassment. Fortunately for her, Atul was absolutely pleased with her response as he greedily swallowed all of her juices.

Looking at him through her blissful eyes, she was beginning to feel thrilled to see him swallow her juices; perhaps mixed with Prithvi’s. The sight was a pity, but it undeniably, helplessly, aroused her and she was caught up with a kind of satisfaction she had never felt in her bed before.

She panted heavily and hoarsely and pulled him up to lay him on his back. She grabbed his cum-leaking dick and helplessly gave in to a memory of holding Prithvi’s hardness. Against her will, she made an instant comparison of the size of what was in front of her at the moment to that of what was still hanging in the air somewhere in her still vivid memory; and she felt ashamed of the way her dirty mind worked. She would have felt disheartened and collapsed if not for the result of the inevitable comparison which assured her that both men were visually equal in length and girth. Anvita opened her mouth and stuffed it with her cuckolded husband’s dick to begin sucking hard, and it was a complete surrender. Very soon he responded with a groan. She pulled out and watched him cum, shaking him vigorously. Thick, white streams of his sperm spurted out and she was happy to bath in it – all over her face, neck and breasts. Anvita couldn’t stop laughing, suddenly; perhaps, out of shame.

“Wow. We are a dirty couple.”

Atul was watching her in disbelief.

“Yes. I love it when we are dirty.”

Anvita looked up and smiled at him, licking her lips.

Dirty. Yes. I am a dirty slut.

She felt a mysterious thrill that arose out of the fact that it was the same bed where she had been mating with another man, a few hours ago.

“You are more than what I dreamt of, ever.”

Anvita said as they lay in one another’s arms.

The thrill wasn’t going to fade away from her mind, as Atul carried her to the bed in the morning and ate her pussy again.

“You are getting so dirty, and you know I like it.”

Anvita admitted as his tongue assault brought her to her second orgasm in six hours. And she didn’t think twice to return him the favour with her mouth by pushing his hardness into the back of her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth until it began to hurt her lips. Luckily he was brought to the edge without much delay. This time she didn’t pull out and instead, allowed him to unload it all into her mouth.

The ache she had begun to feel at her lips faded as he kissed her lovingly.

As they were leaving for the wedding, Anvita saw Rajat entering through the gate and she suddenly felt nervous. She didn’t want to look at him but there was an urge to look at him to see if he was looking at her. Trying to appear as casual as she could, she glanced at him, only to be fixed with his eyes. She desperately wanted him to look away first, as he was already waving at Atul. A faint smile appeared on her face out of embarrassment, and then he responded with the slightest nod and a smirk before turning away. Everything happened in a few seconds, but it was enough to fill her with dread. She quickly regretted acknowledging him.

In the wedding hall, when she met Prithvi, he walked closer and smiled at her pleasantly.

“How are you?”

He asked her in a low voice.

“I am fine.”

Her voice was perfectly natural. Even she was surprised. This is life!

While posing in front of the camera with Atul to her right and Prithvi to her left, Anvita was smiling deliriously. She was dreaming, against her wish, to go back to bed again.

Later, she felt it again, as she watched Atul and Prithvi in a conversation. She felt the itch to be there, in her bed, her legs split. The only confusion was about who was the first to be invited.

I love it when we are dirty. Atul’s words echoed in her mind. She was dirty. She was getting dirtier. Perhaps I would invite them both. She chuckled.

She couldn’t keep her mind off it as she suddenly became aware of the wetness down there. She felt weak in her knees and grabbed tightly around a decorative pillar of the hall.

When she was home, after the function, Anvita found her riddling with questions over where Atul is taking it. She was confirmed with the idea that Atul knew of her adultery, even though he hasn’t openly admitted it. But his affection for his cheating wife had only grown.

Anvita kept wondering about the possibility of Atul confessing the truth. No, it will be an insult to his ego. Anvita thought. It’s gonna hurt his pride and we don’t know how he’d react. She decided that it was wise to keep it as it was.

Then that night, after another wonderful session of oral fun, Anvita was lying awake in her bed when the ultimate doubt hit her mind.

Will he say yes to Rajat too?​