Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

She placed her hand over the table and leaned forward, as if to touch him but stopped inches from. She was looking straight into his eyes and he didn't want to look away.

“Plan is not mine.”

He said.

“I'm just doing a side role. You're the main lead.”

She smirked.

“I prefer to be led, in fact.”

“So you have preferences.”

“I have. I'll let you know.”

“When?”

“When it's time.”

“That's okay, but at least tell him what you like to have now.”

Atul gestured to her left. A waiter was standing near the table. Ankita smiled.

“Oh, yes!”

She ordered a cold coffee. Atul chose the same. When it was served, Atul watched her take a sip from the cup and then lick the coffee off her upper lip.

Suddenly he was conscious of a memory; a memory that brought back the taste of those lips. And the warmth of her body and the scent of her perfume. His conscious effort to avert his eyes could only bring it to her eyes. They were shining.

He smiled. And she smiled too.

“It is indeed a date. I have to admit. You're my sister-in-law, I keep forgetting it.”

“I just love what you said.”

There's only one way to end this.

“If we keep our chemistry like this, I'm sure we both are gonna regret later.”

“If there's one thing that I like the most between us, that's our chemistry.”

“Oh, you using lines on me!”

“Trying to match.”

He leaned back and stared at her for a moment.

“I really doubt your intention of this trip. What type of clothes are you going to get from your house?”

Ankita looked at him amused.

“My clothes. Where else do you think I’ll get my clothes from?”

“Your clothes… Do they still fit on you?”

“Sss...shit! Do you really think I am that fat?”

She made a face.

“Don’t overreact. You look good.”

“Just good?”

His gaze glided down on her body clad in a body-hugging T-shirt and then went back to her face. He made sure his eyes paused playfully at her breasts.

“Yeah, you look good. There's nothing bad.”

She smirked.

“Are you sure? You didn't see everything.”

“What have I left?”

She bit her lips and looked at him suggestively.

“I don't know.”

“Yeah, of course. I didn't see everything.”

"Okay!"

“Do you have something in your mind?”

“No. No.”

She said quickly, before making a face as if remembering something. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table.

“I remember someone saying something of me was not up to the mark in terms of size... I don't remember what.”

Atul was amused by how she was bringing back the past into the present. He had once commented Anvita had the plumper ass among the sisters.

"I... I, uh..." he hesitated, "well, I didn't have a close look yet. I can't tell anything."

Suddenly she was shy and at a loss for words. She looked around.

"This is a shop."

Atul smiled, “thank God it is!"

“You're testing me, aren't you?” She licked her lips. "Well, okay. I'm going to the washroom. Do your thing, boy!"

She got up and turned slowly and Atul watched with his eyes bewildered. How she was complying with the hint of a wish from him was making a statement. Ankita walked slowly and Atul's eyes followed the enticing rhythm of her ass. It was a sight to behold, especially because of her long skirt that danced around her thighs. She paused at the end of the aisle to have a look at him before turning to her right. It wasn't before exchanging a naughty smile with him.

Atul remembered sitting behind her scooty once.

It was highly arousing that she was doing this tease in the middle of a crowded café.

When she returned from the washroom, he was ready to leave. He asked about her scooty.

“It's in the garage. Oh, I miss riding my scooty!”

She mocked a cry.

Atul laughed.

“Why don't you take it to Canada?”

The house was a mess, with dust spread over everywhere. Luckily they had covered most of the furniture with disproof sheets.

Ankita was excited to be back at her home. She checked every room and kitchen like an excited child.

"We didn’t plan this return. That’s why we didn’t get it cleaned."

She said.

"It’s all dust. So it’s better not to touch anywhere."

Atul advised.

Ankita pulled the sheet off a couch in the hall. It was clean.

"You can sit here. Let me make something for you," Ankita began to walk to the kitchen.

Atul laughed, "oh don't bother. It's all dust, Ankita."

Ankita stopped.

"Yeah, right."

"Go, pack your clothes."

Atul sat on the couch. Ankita stood in front of him.

“What's the hurry? You're my date.”

“I thought it's over.”

“Over?”

“It went well.”

“But you didn't say anything.”

She turned to her right as if to gesture her back.

“It's lovely.”

“Lovely?”

“Hot. Happy?”

It's not good. It's too hot and hence not good.

She glanced at him and suddenly looked stuck.

“Happy.”

It was a whisper. She stood there awkwardly, and he sat there looking up at her face. His eyes moved from her eyes to nose to cheeks to lips. He could see she was getting nervous.

“What happened?”

Atul touched her hand. He shouldn't have made that body touch. She took a step forward and touched his face with the other hand.

“I'm nervous.”

She admitted.

“I can see that.” Atul smirked. “What happened?”

The tone of his voice surprised Atul himself. Her soft palm was feeling over his face. Soon she brought her other hand to cup his face, and she looked deep into his eyes.

“I'm going to go, after this,” she said and bent down. “I don't want to stop myself now.”

Her lips met with his, and she kissed him.

Atul was not going to stop him either. His hands elevated and encircled around her neck and he kissed her.

One kiss and they knew what they wanted.

“Make love to me.”

She whispered.

“Yes," he said and looked around. She held his hand and walked to the bedroom. The bed was covered by a dustproof sheet. There was dust. Everywhere.

"Oh dear."

She sighed.

It was so obvious how much she wanted to have it. Atul was not going to disappoint her this time. Not him either.

He pulled the sheet and the bed was luckily clean. Ankita opened her shelf and pulled some bed sheets and hurried to put it on the bed. She did it all in a hurry, and the sheet lay in wrinkles and creases. But no one cared.

“This will do?”

“More than perfect.”

He quipped.

There was some sense of urgency in their movements as they climbed to the bed.

“Ankita...”

He couldn’t finish his words as she sealed his mouth with a kiss. It was not like the previous one. It was a submission.

Suddenly he realised how much he had wanted to do this since he knew of her. She was his wife’s sister. More than that, she was a faithful wife of a man who trusted not only her but also him. Indulging in any sort of physical attachment with this woman who was part of his family would mean throwing away everything he possessed in his life. He had a loving, caring wife. Her beautiful smile should be the only thing that could melt him. If she ever came close to know of this, she would die of heartbreak. He would never be able to forgive himself then.

He knew all of this like writing on the inner wall of his mind and he was subconsciously inching closer to a moment at which he could walk away from Ankita before it’s too late. When they finally parted from each other after their nine-second smooch, they momentarily stared at each other’s eyes. His heart sunk at that moment.

Because at that moment he learnt there was no way he could stop him. There was no way they could stop.

Like a man possessed by an evil power, he pushed her down to the bed and got on top of her and kissed her again. Her mouth was open and he learnt the taste of her saliva right away. It was warm. He sucked her lips and swallowed as if to quench the thirst of his throat. As she was laid on her back, he, kneeling between her parted legs, moved to her chest feeling his face all over her softness. He pulled up the lower edge of her t-shirt to bare her breasts, and with one hand he pulled down her bra cup to free all of her softness. Her milky white breasts and dark brown nipples were quite inviting and it drove him crazy. He sucked them and twisted his tongue around the tits. A few seconds after, she was pulling her t-shirt and throwing her bra aside, all by herself. She had presented her to him. He bent down to suck on her erect nipples one by one. He fondled her softness, and with his finger he drew a map around her soft belly. Soon he had her skirt pulled up to her waist and he caressed along her inner thighs. Her skin was soft and silky. Her breathing was already escalating.

Everything was happening beyond their control.

“Atul...”

She raised her hand and ran it over his face lovingly and he replied with another assault on her lips. He sucked both her lips and swallowed them. He had the weight of his body on her and he pulled down her panty without breaking the kiss. She flinched as he pulled up her thighs and pulled the thin cloth up to her knees, and he got up momentarily to pull it even farther from her body. When it reached her ankle he bit it and freed her legs from it.

"Atul...!”

She was enjoying the sight of him holding the most intimate piece of cloth of her in his mouth, and he smiled at her. With her panty gone he had her legs spread at either side of him and on an impulse, he moved down.

Ankita was taken aback.

“Atul...!”

He had reached down and his mouth had sealed her pussy. She was drenched in wetness. Atul began to lick her and her body quivered in response.

“Oh my God!”

She grabbed his hair and cried as he flipped his tongue inside her.

“No... Please...oh my god... Atul!”

When he looked up, she had transformed into a woman who could do anything for him.

“Please fuck me, Atul. Please...”

She touched his face and her eyes were almost wet.

Atul quickly undid his pants and freed his dick, and before she could really make out what was coming he pushed it inside her.

“Oh my god... Atul...!” She let out a cry and flinched again, before grabbing around his back. She was having it. She was letting him have her. He was halfway inside. He pushed again and she let out another, louder moan.

She was slippery inside and he moved inside with ease.

“Just hold, Atul.” She cried. “God! I want to have this feeling for a second. I can't believe we’re doing this. I feel so good like this…”

She breathed into his mouth before pulling him down and kissing him.

Atul put the weight of his body on her and allowed his lips to merge with hers. He cupped her face and sucked her lips. Consumed them together. She was welcoming his every move. He darted his tongue into her mouth and rolled it all through her gums, dancing around her teeth. Then his tongue met with hers.

She opened her mouth wider to allow him more access. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it like a candy. He could feel his dick throbbing inside her. He was all in, and he then began fucking his sister in law.

She was a member of his family, with whom he was supposed to interact with all the respect. Her husband had been very friendly to him ever, and he would never have a distant idea of what he was doing with his wife. She was lying under him, with her legs split apart, and he was driving his manhood into her. He was hitting the right spot in a rhythm that was, even to his own surprise, so far unknown to him. Their breathing matched and he leaned further to kiss her deeper, sucking saliva from her mouth.

“You taste like wine, Ankita!” he blurted out.

“Mmm...”

Soon he was up again with his arms supporting his body and drilling her passionately. Her breasts danced with each of his push. Traces of pain and pleasure kept flickering in her eyes.

“Oh my god... Atul...” She cried.

“Ankita...” his reply was like a yell. He increased the pace as he prepared himself to shoot.

“Atul… Don't...”

She sensed it and tried to push him away.

“I know,” he hurriedly pushed a couple of times and pulled out. White stream of cum fell on her lower belly; some fell over her skirt too.

“Aaah...” he held his stick straight and jerked it to finish. He breathed with his mouth open. Ankita sighed with relief.

"Sorry I panicked” She apologised.

“I won’t get you ruined," he grabbed her panty and wiped his spill off her. She sat up.

“I want to be ruined.” She spoke shyly and took his dick in her hand. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She licked him clean. There was an adorable smile on her face when she finished it.

He was up again in just a matter of seconds. “O, my God! You are a wonder. “

He pushed her back into the bed and shoved him into her. This time she welcomed him with a smile. She wanted more of him. Her eyes were wide and filled with ecstasy. He lay on top of her and arrested her in a tight embrace. He bit her luscious lips with utmost hunger and started fucking her with intent, forceful thrusts. Her body shook with each piercing and she moaned into his mouth. They were sharing their breath.

“You are killing me…”

She cried.

“You like it?”

He asked and she moaned helplessly. There was nothing more she could do.

A couple of minutes later he was there, yet again. Her eyes were closed, and he pulled out to present the yield of his manliness around her love hole. She panted faster than him, and he felt she was left wanting more of him. He cleaned his jizz off her and then he moved forward to guide his dick into her mouth. She sucked him without a hint of hesitation and he held her head to slowly move his dick in and out of her mouth. She had surrendered to him and her submissiveness proved much more than he could handle. Not even his dreams were so crazy. And she still deserved more. She had him ready in a minute. He pulled her legs up for the third time and thrust in. She merely lay still with an enticing smile.

“Go slow,” she whispered. “I want to enjoy you."

She ran her fingers across his face. She was lovely. All she wanted not was love, he felt. It was scary as well as hot. His dick throbbed inside her and he loved her slowly this time. Her arms and legs made a circle around him and locked him. He watched her eyes becoming dizzy and she began to pant. Her chest was moving up and down as the pleasure of orgasm swept over her.

“Atul...huh...aaah...”

She cried and arched up against her chest before collapsing with a mighty shudder. She turned her face to left and grabbed him tightly.

“Oh my god... aaah...”

It was a delight to witness a woman finding her orgasm. He was proud and he forgot who he was.

“Ankita....”

“Finish me... Atul... please...” She begged.

He was holding back to hear from her. Nothing more he wanted to hear. This time he went faster again and he could now feel how filled she had suddenly become. He upped his pace and force toward the finish and then shot his load inside her. He let out a groan.

“Aaah…”

“Atul...”

She cried as he hissed and held his dick buried deep into her and he felt small bursts of his cum spurting inside her. He was feeding his sperm into her. He was impregnating his wife’s sister. He was helplessly out of control. Only when he finished, when he came back to his senses, he could realize his fall.

He hurriedly moved away and sat up.

“What have I done, Ankita?”

“It's okay; I'll handle it." She assured him.

He saw tears in her eyes.

“But you're crying...”

She laughed.

“What does my sister do, when you make her cum like this?”

The words had come out of her mouth; it hit him like a jolt, and she regretted it the next moment.

Anvita!

“Oh my God! What have we done?”

He shook his head once and then tried to laugh.

“Fuck it! There's nothing we could do now, right?”

Ankita touched his face, her eyes still wet.

“I didn't mean to hurt you Atul. This is not your fault.”

“It's not about hurting anyone, Ankita. I'm actually happy that... that you are happy.”

“Are you?”

She looked at him in surprise.

“Yeah, but I have to feel for Anvi. I'm such a... Well, uhh...”

He couldn't speak. There was something else was dominating his mind. It was unbelievable. He had gifted Ankita an orgasm. It was perfect.

She smiled at him.

“I'm here to take all the blame. I don't know how else I can tell you this. It happened because I wanted to do it.”

She was sitting up, her body still naked. Atul's eyes slid down and she suddenly realised it.

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

She grabbed her T-shirt and put it to her chest shyly, hiding her breasts.

Atul laughed.

“What the...! Now?”

“I'm sorry, you're my brother-in-law, I shouldn't forget.”

She quipped and got up to her feet. She was back to being a loyal wife of a loving husband as if nothing happened.

They got ready soon. Atul sat in the hall while Ankita packed her clothes in a bag.

And then, they were on their way back.

They remained silent throughout the drive. She stopped the car in front of a pharmacy though.

As the car was pulled into the parking of his apartment complex, Ankita turned to him.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, for what?”

“Thank you for what you did there. It was so good.”

“You don't have to say this.”

“I have to because I can't tell you this after this moment. Not even a reference.”

It was a promise.

There was remorse. There was a sense of loss. There was fear. But Atul's mind was still calm for one thing.

It was the realisation that he could satisfy a woman in bed. Ankita was so happy, so filled, so impressed, that she would go to bed with him if he wanted it.

But he wouldn't.

Ankita was given what she had been seeking for long. And with that, Atul had learnt the skill; a skill to satisfy his wife.

When he walked into his house he pulled Anvita aside at the first opportunity and kissed her. He kissed her madly and ate her lips feverishly. He was hard in his pants. He wanted to push her to the bed and mate with her right away. However, Anvita pushed him away and ran away from him.

“My sister is here. Don't forget that!”

She warned him.

That night, at Anvita's hometown, he went to sleep alone. He was made to, as the sisters decided to sleep together. Atul couldn't help but pull out his dick and stroke hard.

And in his mind, he was taking Anvita to bed. He imagined her crying with pleasure like Ankita as he fucked her deeper and harder. He thought of ejaculating many times without giving up and finally taking her to a mind-blowing orgasm.

It was too good, even in a fantasy.

It was fun in the morning, spending time with family. Ankita stayed back with parents while Atul and Anvita left in the afternoon. They were halfway back when Atul mentioned the conversation he had with Prithvi in the morning.

“I had to cancel the lunch. And you know he’s leaving for Bangalore tomorrow. There’s a serious job offer.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

Anvita said.

“I think I have been mentioning this lunch to him for a long time. It’s really sad it never happened. He’s mostly gonna stay for long in Bangalore. We won’t see him very soon.”

Atul said.

“We can invite him for dinner tonight.”

She suggested after a while.

That was a good idea. Atul stopped the car and phoned Prithvi. He readily agreed to come.

Anvita was happy. All Atul wanted was to see her happy.

He was getting excited. His life was going to change.

From tonight, she will never have to sleep alone and pleasure herself. He thought. I can make her happy. Apparently, he had mastered a trick.

At least he believed so.​