Adultery No One Dies a Saint [Completed]

The moment Atul departed Anvita began to freak out. She remembered Rajyavardhan's words.

"I suggest you give him one more chance. Invite him for a day. Have fun."

Anvita had refused to agree with his idea. It was utterly stupid.

"Tell him this is his last chance. Tell him to do his best."

No!

Anvita shook her head many times as if to assure herself that she was not going to do anything dad had told her.

However, as time passed, Anvita felt Prithvi was going to show up any time and she'd do exactly what dad had predicted.

On an impulse, she phoned Rajyavardhan.

"Tell me, child."

She heard his voice. For a moment she wished she was with him doing the conversation face to face. His brooding eyes were enough to protect her from any demons.

"Dad..."

She pressed the phone to her ear in an attempt to hear the sound of his breathing. She wanted him to be with her at the moment, holding her in his arms.

"Are you okay, my child?"

Rajyavardhan's voice was softer this time.

"I'm okay, dad. Atul has gone to Mumbai. He's coming back tomorrow."

"Are you scared? Someone's bothering you?"

"I'm scared but no one's bothering me apart from myself. My crazy mind."

"We can talk it out Anvita. Don't worry."

"Prithvi is coming... he's... he's coming to gift us on the wedding anniversary as he won't make it on Monday. He's coming to meet me now."

There was a moment of silence from the other side.

"So?"

"I... Dad..." Anvita was at loss for words. "I don't know what's going to happen."

"What do you want to do?"

Rajyavardhan's question further choked her.

"Dad..."

"You're still stuck in there, Anvita. You haven't made up to move on."

"That's what bothering me, dad."

"Are you asking for permission?"

"What, no!"

"You have my permission."

"No, I... I didn't mean to..."

"Go ahead, Anvita. If he shows up, take him to your bed and give him whatever he wants. Do with him whatever you want. But before that make him promise there won't be another time. And you make the promise yourself as well and that's even more important."

"Dad..."

Anvita's heartbeats had shot up.

"It's okay, Anvita. I know how it is. It's tough to make a stand. But you don't love him, so it has to be easy."

"I thought you'd stop me. If you asked me to stop, then..."

"Then you would stop calling me out of shame when you fail to stop."

"I'm your daughter-in-law, dad. Your son... he loves me more than anything else... and you're not even thinking twice before asking me to sleep with someone else."

"I'm not asking you to sleep with him, Anvita. I'm asking you to stop. That's my point. You got to say goodbye."

The doorbell rang and it startled Anvita.

"Dad..." She let out a cry.

"Has he arrived?"

"I think so..."

"Okay. Promise me this will be the last one."

"I don't what to promise you. I mean I don't want to do it even now."

"It's okay, child. If you can stop now, then stop. But you must say goodbye today. He shouldn't show up at your doorstep after this."

The doorbell rang again.

"Dad..."

"Go, Anvita. It's going to be alright."

Anvita threw the phone on the bed and hurried to the front door and opened it.

Prithvi was standing there with a box-shaped gift with a shiny wrap. He had gained weight and sporting a nicely trimmed beard his appearance had visible changes.

"Were you waiting for Atul to leave?"

Anvita mocked anger.

Prithvi laughed it off. "I had some work. I too have a flight to catch, lady!"

He walked in and Anvita's eyes fell at the opposite door. It was locked from outside.

Prithvi sat on the couch and Anvita had a tough time facing him.

Has he come with a plan? Anvita wondered.

Prithvi asked about Atul.

"He went half an hour ago."

"Are you okay?"

He was studying her.

"Why? I'm okay."

"You look strange. You aren't even offering me any drinks."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Anvita was embarrassed. She was acting strange, indeed. She began to walk to the kitchen and Prithvi stopped her.

"I was kidding, Anvita. I don't want anything. I have to leave."

"Oh, are you leaving?"

Anvita asked, and quickly regretted it.

"Yeah, I came to give you this gift."

He handed her the gift.

"You're just handing me the gift? No wishes?"

Anvita asked, trying hard to act cool.

"You should open it first. When you have the gift and if you like it, then I'll wish you."

Prithvi said.

"Oh, I see, you've come with a plan."

Anvita kept the packet on the centre table and undid the wrapping. There was a box, and inside it was a pair of sandals.

Anvita looked up at Prithvi and smiled, sheepishly.

"Did I surprise you?"

Prithvi asked.

"No way. It was an easy guess."

"But you didn't guess. So it's a surprise."

"You didn't ask me to guess."

"You like it?"

"Mmm... why not? It's beautiful. Thanks."

"Sit down here."

Prithvi led her to the couch and she knew what he was going to do. She stood there unsure of what to do. Prithvi took the sandal and guided her to the couch. Anvita sat down slowly.

"Let me help you put it on. This is how I'm going to wish you."

Prithvi knelt in front of her and held her right foot. Anvita was speechless. More than his free behaviour, she was taken aback by her own lack of response. She was neither shocked nor surprised by his moves. A sense of uncertainty had gripped her body and mind and she wasn't sure how she should react to him.

Prithvi's hands were soft on her feet as he slowly unstrapped the sandal and put her foot into it. He tightened the straps back and it suited her feet perfectly.

"Wow. Perfect."

Prithvi commented, looking up into her eyes. Anvita wasn't surprised at all. She knew how familiar he was with her feet measurements.

"I knew it would be perfect."

Anvita said slowly. She wished she could move away from him. However, she couldn't even turn her eyes off him. And she watched him lift her right foot and bring it to his mouth.

"Once again, happy anniversary in advance to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

Anvita looked on as he said that and pressed his lips onto her midfoot. He looked up and smiled at her. "You know yours will remain my favourite face forever."

"Don't be overly romantic. These types of lines belong to Atul."

Anvita commented.

"But he's not here."

He said and kissed on her feet again. One after another he landed a quick series of kisses all around her feet from the toes to shin while caressing softly around the calves and ankles. As he rubbed his mouth over the instep the sharp edge of his facial hair tickled Anvita. She giggled as he lifted both the feet and rubbed his face between them. His hands moved upward along the calves and Anvita pulled back her legs.

"Anvita."

He looked up as if asking her permission and raised her skirt to her knees.

"No, Prithvi..."

Anvita tried to stop him and pushed the skirt down.

"This is not right. Stop playing, Prithvi."

Anvita's fragile voice didn't mean to stop anything. Prithvi's lips were dying to meet with her feet once again. The moment he saw the opportunity, he didn't want to leave; he wanted to seal it. He lifted her legs and licked around her feet with the new sandal still on.

"Please allow me to love you, Anvita."

He looked up into her eyes hopefully. Anvita shook her head.

"No, Prithvi. You always put me in trouble. We shouldn't come close like this..."

"We're not going to see anymore... this is the last chance, that too by luck. I will never get to see you another time like this."

"So what?"

Anvita got up. Prithvi got up with her and held onto her arms.

"Leave me," Anvita said.

"Please. Don't be so rude to me, Anvi."

Anvita pushed him away and further moved away from him. "Are you mad? I know where you're going to take it. It's so embarrassing that I'm still allowing you to touch me. We've made mistakes. Yes. To err is human but to persist in error is devilish. Don't you have any feeling about Atul?"

"I'm crazily in love with you, Anvita. But I have never tried to take you away from you. I understand how much you love him. I want to serve you as a slave, I want to make you happy in every way."

"Then go away, that's how you'll make me happy."

"That's not happiness. That's nothingness. Happiness is when you forget everything else and enjoy the moment. Let me serve you...just one last time. I won't ask you ever."

He fell to his knees and sat down on his heels. Anvita was angry. She looked down at him for long. She was breathing hard, and her chest was moving up and down.

"I...I can't."

She said in the end.

"Why? Do you think I'll hurt you? You think my promise is a lie?"

Anvita was remembering her father-in-law's words.

"I suggest you give him one more chance... Tell him this is his last chance..."

He was asking for the same thing.

"I can believe you...But I can't let you do anything."

"Why?"

"I... I'm tired."

She shrugged.

"What happened? You look fine. Perfect and gorgeous."

Anvita stepped forward and patted on his face.

"But I'm tired. Don't ask me about it."

"Is your period on?"

His doubt brought a smile on her lips.

"No."

"Then? You did too much work today?"

Anvita smiled again. "Mmm... yeah... kind of."

"Then believe me. I'll make you feel better."

"How?"

"You know how I'd do it. All you'll have to do is to sit down and relax..."

"Shut up, idiot."

She slapped softly across his face. Prithvi grabbed her palm and pressed it to his face and inhaled.

"Kind of special smell...mmm..."

Anvita was embarrassed in a second. She pulled back her hand but he held her tightly.

"Now I understand why you're tired!"

He said. Anvita couldn't stop smiling.

"Good then."

"Good? That's great! Oh my God! I'm not leaving now."

He declared. Anvita was stunned.

"Are you crazy? What are you saying?"

"Let's go to the room, Anvi."

"What?"

"Please, I beg you..."

"What do you wanna do?"

"I want to taste you."

"What!"

Anvita pushed him back and mocked a disgusted look. But it wasn't enough to dissuade him.

He moved forward on his knees and Anvita took a step backwards.

"Anvita..."

"Stop it, Prithvi. You don't know what you're talking. I... I had sex... with Atul, without wearing anything."

She revealed and it only brought a smile into Prithvi's face.

"Didn't I tell you what I wanted to do after your lovemaking with him that night?"

Anvita stared at him. She felt shy about talking about her lovemaking.

"I want to taste you. Let's go to the room."

Prithvi moved closer again.

"Oh, God!" Anvita put her palm to her forehead. "Do you have any idea how big a creep you've become?"

Prithvi giggled. Anvita pulled his hair, trying to annoy him.

"I know you'd enjoy being a creep. But for god's sake you please act a bit normal when you're with me. Live your fantasy when you're alone."

"I've been living this fantasy since that night, Anvita. Please don't say no. I'll do anything you say after this."

Anvita was astonished. She remembered his brother's wedding eve night when Atul had gone down on her after her unprotected sex with Prithvi. Unknowingly he had tasted the cum of Prithvi. Now he was asking to reverse the favour. He was volunteering to taste Atul's cum out of her.

The thought was dirty yet arousing; Anvita had to admit in her mind.

"You are unbelievably dirty, Prithvi. You need to see a therapist."

She said.

"I will. After this..."

He pulled her to him and his eyes sank deep into her. Anvita knew she could stop him but there was someone inside her who didn't want her to. Prithvi's arms went around her and his left hand moved upward to lock her completely. Anvita felt his palm behind her neck, and slowly he pressed his lips into her mouth. He kissed her and Anvita felt all the stiffening inside her body fading away.

Prithvi opened his mouth and pressed harder, sucking her lips possessively. He further cupped his palms around her face and looked deep into her.

"You are my goddess. Let me serve you."

He led her to the couch in the hall.

"No sex. Promise me."

Anvita demanded.

Prithvi smiled.

"I promise. We won't even go to your bedroom."

He knelt and took her feet in his hands and lifted her skirt to reveal her thighs. Anvita placed her hands on her thighs before the skirt was moved much. Still wearing the sandals, she sat holding her breath and watched as he began to kiss around her feet.

"You've got amazing feet. I always dream of licking it. You know that?"

"I know that, idiot."

He kissed along the shin while caressing her calves. He kissed her toes and ankles and rubbed his facial hair against her skin between the straps of her sandals. He worshipped her both feet with equal attention and then he moved up with his hands. Looking into her eyes he reached under her skirt and Anvita knew he was going for her panty. As he pulled it, Anvita found herself helping him by lifting her ass slightly off the couch. She bit her lips, unable to justify her own action. She felt it tough to meet his eyes.

"You're gonna like it, very much."

He assured while sliding it down to her feet without taking her sandals off and once he had it he simply brought it to his nose right away.

He was smelling it.

"Mmm...I love this smell. It's addictive."

Anvita's face turned red.

"Shit! You're such a gross."

But it was unbelievably arousing, Anvita had to admit. She watched him rub it all over his face before discarding it.

He then took a moment to take his shirt off, and Anvita was perplexed.

"Why are you taking it off? We ain't gonna do anything else, I warn you."

She said. She felt embarrassed for she had already accepted to fulfil his fantasy.

"Don't worry, my queen. I'm just making you feel comfortable..."

"Well, you just did the opposite."

Anvita quipped. She was watching his bare torso. She mentioned he gained weight.

"I have a job that doesn't let me leave my desk and my aunt just loves to feed me all the time. She's a great cook."

"And you're still hungry."

His eyes shone at her remark. He got up and lay her to the corner of the couch and pulled her hip toward him. Then he quickly went down between her open thighs. Starting from her inner thighs his lips inched closer to the centre, and Anvita lowered herself further backwards. She lay there and closed her eyes anticipating the moment. Her mind had gone blank for a moment. And when it happened, when his mouth met her wet lips, she grabbed at the armrest with her left hand and the backrest with her right.

The same wet hole that her husband was stuffing with his penis an hour ago was now being mounted by another man's mouth. Anvita's stomach convulsed, and she let out a moan.

Prithvi had made his way. He put his hands under her thighs and pulled her hip further to the edge of the couch and pressed his mouth harder into her pussy. Anvita's body was hot like fire, and she began to gasp and her stomach convulsed even more.

"Huh! Prithvi..."

Her hand reached for him very soon and she caressed through his hair.

Prithvi did not waste a single moment as he pushed his mouth more into her, and began to suck her wetness.

"Prithvi!"

Anvita cried.

"Mmm..." He responded, without stopping.

"Enough, Prithvi."

Anvita uttered through a soft moan. Prithvi looked up and smiled at her.

"You taste so sweet, you know that?"

"I don't know that."

Anvita said.

Prithvi's face went down again and he licked between her pussy lips with deliberate force.

"Aaahhh!" Anvita's grabbed his hair. "Slow!"

Prithvi looked up.

"I got his taste." He said, caressing around her thighs. "Atul's juice is still inside you."

"You're a dirty pig."

Anvita didn't tone down her words. Before she could regret it, he proved his worthiness again.

"Ask me to eat it."

"I don't want you to do it."

"Please..."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Make me do it. It's my fantasy."

"Eating my husband's sperm?"

"Mixed with yours..."

He slurped again.

"Mmm..."

Anvita moaned again. And soon she was asking him.

"Eat my pussy Prithvi... eat my husband's sperm... drink my juice..."

He kept slurping from her. He pushed his tongue deep into her wet hole and sucked all the wetness; only to make it wet again.

Anvita was enjoying it. She fondly caressed through his hair.

At one point he got off her and demanded her to feed him.

"What? How?"

Anvita wondered.

Prithvi wanted her to sit on his face and make him suck it. Anvita stared him for a moment and sat up. A smile blossomed into her lips.

"I don't know where you get these ideas. You are so dirty."

She got up and Prithvi lay on his back flat on the couch. Anvita climbed over him to place her knees at either side of his shoulders, and so doing she brought down her pussy into his mouth.

"Eat it now, boy."

She whispered, looking down at him. He was caressing around her thighs, and slowly his hands moved up to her ass cheeks under the skirt. Her skirt was fanned out over his chest.

Prithvi licked her lightly and looked up.

"What is this?"

He eyed at it.

"That's my pussy."

She smiled.

"No. Tell me the other word."

"Which one?"

"The C-word."

Anvita's face turned red in a moment.

"You dog!"

"Please say."

Anvita slapped him, softly.

"Eat my cunt, idiot!"

"Call me a dog and ask me to eat it."

"Oh God! How can you be so nasty?"

"You're my queen. I'm your slave."

He moved his face, rubbing his facial hair all over her skin. Anvita giggled and rose up slightly, only to bring it back to his mouth again.

"You dog! Shut up and eat my cunt, you filthy scum. Eat my husband's cum. You want my hubby's cum, right? Here, drink it. Drink it!"

Anvita had joined him in his fantasy, and she was pushing down her pussy more into his mouth. And when she came, she moaned and grabbed his hair to pull his head up to make him consume it all.

She was panting now.

"You watch too much porn. That's where you're getting this sort of dirty ideas!"

She said as she slipped off him to sit on the couch by pushing him to the edge. She pushed her skirt between her thighs quickly.

"You won't believe how much I wanted to do this from that night! I'll do anything for you, Anvita."

Prithvi smiled, still lying there.

"You're such a creep."
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