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With a banshee howl, Sourav began to cum. His cock stabbed Fatima's pussy three, four, five times as his balls released their precious cargo into her womb. "Yes, baby. Don't stop. Give me it all," Fatima urged as she felt his tip throb and pulse inside her, his warmth spreading through her body with every wet surge. Devesh could only watch head bowed, his cock limp in his hand as his wife stroked Sourav's head, appealing for one last load. But Sourav was spent. Leaning over Fatima he kissed her deeply as he slowly withdrew his cock to give Devesh a look at the thick white pool of semen he had injected into Fatima's pussy.

Saying nothing, Devesh picked up his spunk-stained clothes and left the room.

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It was four months later that the party was held. The house was full and so many guests warmly congratulated Devesh that he almost managed to convince himself that he had been responsible for the small bump his wife was now proudly showing off. The usual conversations around weight, sex and baby names followed but it was only when the question of which parent the baby would look like that Devesh felt a deep pang of humiliation.

"Well, when it's first born I think it will look like Devesh," Fatima had replied to an inquisitive aunty. "Confused, chubby and crying for its mummy."

Devesh tried to go along with the joke as the room erupted into uncontrollable laughter.

THE-END

 

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# Eesha Rebba

I wanted to show off my wife to other men. I wanted them to catch her boobs from behind, kiss her navel, smell her armpits, lick her clitoris, sleep with her, and hug her. I fantasized hiding and watching them secretly while they did all that.

When we travel together by train, due to the wind her saree goes off place and her navel is exposed. Though I see it I wouldn't tell her. I wanted other guys to look at her body. She falls off into deep sleep during the journeys and her palloo comes down slightly which causes her cleavage to be visible. I do not wake her or cover it myself. I act as if I didn't notice it. I let the guys around, even teenage boys enjoy that sight.

I bring all my close friends home and make her wear transparent sarees to give a visual treat to them. Some would openly tell me how sexy my wife is and I don't mind that.

Harsha, my best friend is a sex maniac. He fantasizes about every girl. He is good in nature every other aspect but he has a strong sexual drive. I want to watch while someone does all nasty things to my wife so I fantasize about harsha doing all that to my wife.

I take nude pics of her, distorting the face and I post them on the internet blogs and forums. People make lewd comments about her body parts and measurements. That gives me a kick. I shag reading all those. I share non nude pics of her as well but ones which give an idea of her assets, shape size, etc. I enjoy it when some stranger shags, looking at my wife's pics.

I encourage our watchman to help us in some of the house-cleaning activities. This way I could fantasize him getting glimpses of her assets. I fantasize he would see her cleavage when she bends and that would get erect and masturbate later thinking about my wife.

I ask my car driver to teach her driving. I fantasize about the sparks that fly when he touches my wife knowingly or un-knowingly.

My wife's name is Eesha Rebba.

Here is the narration from Eesha's point of view:

I want to show off my body to other men. I do it as if I'm showing it without my knowledge and as if it happens accidentally. I drop my palloo knowingly, that, other men would get glimpses of my navel and my boobs. I fantasize about my husbands' friends, every one of them. I imagine being fucked deeply and madly by every one of them, like group fuckings and orgies. My dreams are filled by them. Even when my husband is riding me I think of his best friend harsha. Wow, he's got a hairy chest and I've heard my husband say that he's a sex maniac. I imagine him fucking me. When our watchman Ramu comes to help me do the household chores, I make the most out of it.

I climb ladders wearing short skirts. I wear loose tops and I bend a lot showing him my cleavage full length and I never make it look intentional. When we change the bed covers I spend a lot of time standing opposite him bending down and giving him a direct view of my juggling tits. Also, while we sweep the floor in the end, half my saree and blouse would become wet due to my sweat while cleaning. Even he drips sweat. We both can smell each other's sweat easily during those sessions as we will be moving closely, and I love doing that. I give my old clothes to him to give to his sisters and relatives. I give him my blouses and inner wear as well as he's poor. Ramu has got a lean and muscular body. He is dark and extremely crude in his acts. I like that. I want to be mauled by a rough savage like him. I planned something to make him touch me.

I allow my car driver as well to touch me. I bend forward and let his elbow touch my boobs and he understood me and started to touch my parts while teaching me but we both did it as if it was done in course of teaching me and it was unintentional. Later on I masturbated thinking about him.

 

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Here is story from Ramu's point of view:

Poor guy. He's got a lovely wife and he is leaving her to a rogue like me to feast on. Man, awesome tits she's got on her top. I slurp whenever she bends. Poor thing, she's very frank and open minded, little did she know about the pervert in me.

I catch good views of her panty clad ass when she climbs the ladder wearing short skirts. She thinks I'm helping her but indeed she's helping me! I smell the clothes she gives to me. I can

Hardly control my erection when she's around. Her navel is almost always visible when she's in sarees or short tops. Whenever she lifts her hands up to grab a bottle or hang on something, I'd take a look at her navel. It was deep and round, felt like kissing it many times. Her legs are smooth and clean shaven. I get a good view of her thighs when she's in her short skirts as her skirt flies up and down due to the fan. I need to bang this bitch hard some day.

She has got long hair, it reaches her ass. When she walks her long plait swings like a pendulum. She has got two big round globes on the behind: perfect ass cheeks. They stop the movement of her hair plait from one side to the other, it's like she's playing cricket: both her ass cheeks play with her plait, one ass cheek hits her hair to the other end, when it reaches the far end, the other cheek holds it for some time and then releases it. That gives the pendulum motion to her long hair plait. I badly want to squeeze her ass cheeks hard.

Once I stood behind her intentionally and when she moved back my groin digged straight into, her ass. I pushed my groin further as well, when she collided me; I caught her waist and pulled her back further onto my dick. My dick entered half between her ass cheeks. Later on, she moved forward and apologized. I enjoyed.

I wanted to watch her somehow while she's having a bath. The bathroom didn't have a key hole. I was desperate. I stood near the door and could hear the sound of the water hitting the floor. I know that she sits on a stool, a short one, and takes her bath. I saw the door; it was having some gap in the bottom, about an inch between the door and the floor. As she is bathing, some water came out from the bathroom. I bent down to try to get a view from the bottom but couldn't see much. Then science came into picture and blessed me. I could see her reflection in the water. Yes, you can try that and see for yourself it works. I put my eye near the door and viewed at 45 degrees and I could get a view of the inside. As it was night, she turned on the bulb inside and that made her image clearly visible. I could see my mam naked, though indirectly. That was enough for me to get hard. This became a routine from that day onwards. I would watch her applying soap to her body parts. her boobs, hands, legs. It was clear enough. That left me wanting more.

Even Raghu, my friend, the driver of the house tells me that he's been lucky with madam. It seems he gets to touch her boobs while teaching her how to drive. Lucky bastard. He always watches her midriff, area not covered by the saree, which faces him as he sits towards her left. Even he digs her navel man. We both assess her shapes all day when we are idling around and tell each other how we fantasize and masturbate thinking about her.

One day I was lucky. Very lucky actually: That day was the first of the month. She needs to give me the salary for the previous month. I knocked the door, and she opened it. She was wearing a gorgeous green colored saree. She applied mehendi to her hands and they were wet. I asked her for the salary and said that I don't have money to buy the food items as well. She said her hands are busy and asked if it is very urgent. I said yes. Then she asked to come in and close the door. I did.

 

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She said "As I applied mehendi, I cannot use my hands. But you can take the money with your hands" I said ok and asked where the money was. She said she had money at two places. One was in the cupboard, which is locked now, the keys with her husband. The other is her own **censored** money. She said she could now give her **censored** money alone as she doesn't have the keys of the cupboard. I said ok. Question: Where is that money?

She said "It is in my blouse" and she didn't look as if she was joking. I stood stunned for a second there. I was about to say "I will wait until sir comes..." but she interrupted and said "you can take that money for now".

She said "It is ok, as, the money is very urgent to you". I nodded, as if she was right there. She asked me to come closer. I was hesitant but I did go near her. I could smell her shampooed hair which was left loose.

"Remove my palloo down" she said and lifted her hands up.

I was not sure.

She signaled again.

My hands were shaking; I put them hesitantly over her left shoulder.

"It is pinned", I said.

She said she knew it, and added: "Remove it Ramu".

I put two fingers inside blouse near her shoulder. That made me touch her intimate skin for the first time. She jerked upon my touch, involuntarily. I used both the hands and removed the pin without hurting her.

I slowly brought the palloo down as my heart began to beat faster.

Out came her mangoes, hanging before me, waiting to be plucked. Her blouse clad tits were now in front of me, inches away. I see the sweat near her armpits and that part of the blouse was drenched. Her blouse was transparent enough to reveal that she was wearing a white bra inside.

I turned my face away and asked her if it was ok to proceed.

She said she could have washed her hands and given it but she liked mehendi a lot. I said "Please retain your mehendi. I will take the money myself".

"Hurry up then".

I didn't turn towards her but stretched my hands forward towards her blouse. Obviously my positioning was not very right and I happened to grope her tit. "Ouch" she shrieked. Ah, how soft her mound was. I said "sorry". "Better look and take", she advised.

I turned towards her. I asked "which side is it?"

"Left".

I put my hand over her bosom.

There was not much of a gap for my hand to enter in. I looked at her and said I can't put my hand as there is no gap. she smiled and said casually" remove a button or two".

I was not sure. "Do it if you want your money". I caught her blouse top with both hands my palms feeling her tits and released the first hook of the blouse. Out came her cleavage into view and some fresh air for her tits.

I removed another and I came to know she had a mole on her left tit. I looked up into the air and inserted my hand inside from the top of her blouse; fingers first, over her left one. My hand was over her tit now I gently grasped her tit to assess the size and shape. It was firm and round like a ripe mango. She said the money is in the bra. I looked at her and she turned away in shyness. I now pulled my hand out and kept it now inside the bra. I entered heaven. My dick was tearing my underwear by now. I touched her nipple with my finger tip and it became erect. She arched her back and thrust her tit further towards me. Her tit was crushed in my hand now. It felt warm. I could feel the currency notes on one end but I didn't take them immediately. I delayed my movements there. I was searching on the other end of her tit and feeling her boob fully. I was tweaking her nipples with my finger tip movements from side to side. Her nipple now became erect and it stood up firmly.

I bet her pussy juices were flowing by now. She said the money is on the other end. "Oh, I see".

I now moved my hand and felt the notes. While trying to grasp the notes I grabbed her tit and gave it a squeeze. "aghh" she let out a sound and showed pain and lust in her eyes.

I said sorry and pulled out my hands with the currency. Her face was red now. I stood there staring at her tits. She said "Cover me up now and leave before my husband comes. He may think otherwise".

"What otherwise", I was thinking while I buttoned her blouse and adjusted her tits back in place and covered her palloo as well. "Thanks mam for giving the money immediately". She half blushed and looking down said now go and do your shopping. I left and started my shagging.

Coming back to 'My' thoughts:

Being her husband, I feel I own her. She's mine. I can do whatever I want with her. I decide to give a practical turn to my fantasies. Enough dreaming let me really see and shag while someone's does those things to her. I carefully hatch a master plan.

One day I take my wife to a friend's party. It is a wild party with dance and disco. My wife doesn't drink liquor, so she resorted to soft drinks and was dancing with girls. I put my plan into action. I drugged her drinks with d-r drugs which give an unconscious state but wouldn't make victims totally asleep/passed out. They just wouldn't remember anything done to them that night.

 

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Then I call my driver Raghu. I tell him that my wife drank a lot and fell asleep and I can't go now from the party and you need to drop her home. Not just take her home but take her inside the house and make her lie in the AC bedroom and I asked him to wait outside the house that night as security and that I would come back in the morning as the dance party goes all night.

Raghu asks how he should take her inside the house. Then I assure him that she would wake up when they reach home. I put her in the rear seat and ask him to start for home. I put her palloo almost on the edge so that it would go off place during the journey for sure.

Raghu takes her home.

Raghu speaks:

I think this is my day. My dream babe in a transparent saree, all drunk, and me escorting her home, alone. God, I thank you for this.

During mid way, I take a look into the rear view mirror. I now need to slow down my car or else I cannot concentrate on my driving. That bitch has lost the palloo from her top. Her mangoes are hanging in free air. They are half exposed and ripe. Man, they are erect. Her blouse is so transparent that her bra outline is distinctly visible even from the rear view mirror.

I take her home, shut down the car and get down. I open the rear door. I just stare at her for some time. Lovely. She's now lying flat on the rear seat, her cleavage facing me.

I call out, in a bleak voice, 'madam...', 'madam...'

No response. I call a little louder but not too loud. No use. I gently tap her shoulder and call her again. She's in dead sleep. No movement at all. I don't know what to do now.

Sir has given me the house keys as well. I can't take my eyes off her cleavage. I take courage and bring my hands towards her boobs. I gently rest my hand over one of her mounds. My hand moves up and down due to her breathing. It feels like a sponge. I squeeze it. Heavenly. I put both my hands on her tits now and cup them entirely. I squeeze both of them gently. Ahh. My I can feel pre cum roll deep insdie my pants. I now press them very hard and start calling her name to see if she wakes up.

She does, but not fully.

'Madam, please get up'.

'Umm, what'.

'Please get up,' ... "yes, like this"..., I give support to her back and help her get up.

"Please come out of the car".

She comes out slowly but she could not stand firm, she almost trips and falls to one side.

I catch her by placing my hands on her tummy. I touch her bare tummy as her palloo falls down. I lift her up and she now falls over my chest, her chest crushing mine.

Ah, nice smell.

Her head lies on my shoulder and her body weight on mine. I hesitantly lay my hands around her, almost hugging her, but not yet. I think for a moment, but hormones take control and I press her hard into me. Ahhh. Bliss. So soft, her curves.

I lay my arms over her shoulders and ask her to walk. She walks like a drunkard, tripping. I put one arm of her over my shoulder and take her forward. Her one breast crushed into my chest. My other hand over her waist. I insert one finger into her navel as well. ahh. Lucky me.

I open the door and lift her off the ground grabbing her just beneath her ass cheeks. I carry her like how Shahrukh Khan carries Priety Zinta in the movie Veer Zaara. She's not light by any means. I plant a kiss on her forehead.

I move into the master bedroom and drop her on the bed. Off she goes and rolls to one side.

Her saree half gone now.

I rush, close the main door and hurry back. I switch on the AC and close all the windows. Then I turn on the lights to see my darling up-close. I get very confident now that she wouldn't get up and it doesn't matter now even if she does. I turn her so that she's lying flat on the bed. I remove her saree palloo to the side and lean on to her body. I jump on to the bed beside her.

I go down towards her navel and move my face closer towards it, put my lips on her navel and give her a deep kiss there. I nibble it with my nose. She smells good.

 

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I move up. Two mountains obstruct my movement. I get up and take a look at her face. She's so fucking cute. I go near her face and put my lips on her hot luscious lips, her hot breath hits me.

I lock my lips on hers and give her a smooch. Her blouse clad tits touch my chest. Kissing her, I grab her left tit and start massaging it. She moaned. I stop smooching and stay still like.

She lays hands over me and turns to the side and drops one leg over me. I put move my face closer to hers and move towards her neck. I kiss her on the neck and she moans again.

Is she awake?

Ah, it doesn't matter. I keep kissing her neck all over. I smell the fragrance she emanates. Lovely bitch. I kiss her cleavage and smell her aroma there. I remove her blouse hooks. I lift her up slightly and remove her bra hooks which are on her backside. I lift the bra up on the front and uncover her boobs bringing them to my view. She has got light pink nipples. I stop my urge to pounce on them and bite them wildly. I observe them closely, then open my mouth wide and cover her right aureole and start sucking her right boob while tweaking her left nipple.

She makes a noise and now puts her hand over my head. And pushes me closer, into her. you slut. I lift her left hand up and put my face in her armpit. Exotic smell. I kiss her there and lick her armpit and her sweat. I lick her boobs, both, one by one, without leaving a single inch. I take the nipple between my teeth and bite it gently.

I then move down, pull her saree up and drag her panty down. Her pussy juices are flowing already. I lick her pussy clean. I spread her legs wide and sit near her legs. I bend down and get my head between her thighs and take a look at the marvelous architecture.

Her pussy is clean shaven. I part the pussy lips and flick the tip of her clitoris. That makes her locks her legs crushing my head between her soft thighs.

I kiss her thighs and stay like that for a couple of seconds.

I part her legs again and kiss her inner thighs.

I move towards her pussy and start kissing her pussy all over. I lick it from down to up. I spread her lips and start licking the inner walls of her reddish pink pussy. I tongue fuck for some time and cannot wait any longer, my dick is aching for a fuck.

I bring her hands over it and she grabs it hard and starts squeezing it. Wow. I start massaging her boob and kiss her lips again. I get up and lift her head slightly. I put my legs beside her, near her armpits and sit near her face. I lean over her, and open her mouth and insert my uncovered dick, by pulling its foreskin back, into her mouth. I start fucking her mouth. She closes her lips and starts sucking me. I look at her, her eyes are closed.

 

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It is a great feeling to get your dick sucked by a beauty like her. I mercilessly fuck her mouth hard. She now opens her eyes and starts to say something but she cannot so I stop and take out my dick. She's gasping for air. She gets up and sits now. I hug her and put my arms around her. She rolls over and falls on top of me, crushing her tits on to my chest. I make her sit on me and start massaging her tits. I lift her by her waist and carefully insert my erect dick onto her pussy entrance. I make her sit down now, in goes my dick as she comes down onto me. I finally entered my mam. I rock her and she takes on the movement and starts rocking. I grab her tits and start pressing them. She's riding my dick like a horse and moaning.

She suddenly leans over and starts kissing me. Wow. She doesn't really know it's me, her driver. She's in a drugged state, but she's wild. I make her lie down and lift her legs. I now enter her forcing my dick and start ramming her forcefully. She starts screaming and I continue ramming. The sound is loud now. Ah ah ah ah ah. um um um. thap thap. My groin hitting hers. I cum inside her without thinking much and collapse on top of her.

Dream come true, I think, and start licking her nipples and start sucking her boob. I take my dick out and start wiping the cum off her pussy flapping it on her pussy. I look at the time. It's early morning. I hurry up. I should dress her up somehow putting everything in place.

Then, I get an idea. I get my cell phone and start taking pics of her nude, some pics along with me nude. I smile sheepishly, dress her up and leave. I call Sir and he says he's on the way home and enquires about his wife. I say she's fast asleep and didn't trouble me at all. He says good job. I smile.

I come out to see it watchman Ramu saw any of this. Poor fellow, he's sleeping as well.

 

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Now coming back to me, will continue the story from my point of view:

My driver Raghu thought I was poor chap and gave her to him unknowingly. Little did he know this was planned and that I was watching him all the while from the three hidden cameras which I placed in the bedroom. I shagged thoroughly, thrice, while he was enjoying my wife, Eesha.

I should offer her to Ramu as well sometime. I go into the room and start fucking my wife madly. I enter the pussy which was filled with Raghu's cum and I fill her again. She's on a pill anyway. If she gets up she will think she had sex with me all night.

in coming days..

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#THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

Jacqueline's eyelids fluttered as the morning sunlight gently caressed her face. Neil was standing near the window, playfully pulling the curtains. Jacqueline turned to the other side. Neil walked towards her and sat down by the bed.

"Wake up sleepy head!" he whispered in her ear, showering her cheek with soft kisses.

"Lem me sleep just a little while longer honey," she replied softy. With a gentle tug on his hand she said, "Come, lie down next to me."

Neil slid into the sheets, his hands tracing the beautiful curves of his wife's body. Even after 10 years of marriage, she had maintained her figure. Jacqueline moaned as he rubbed her waist, he had magically found a slit in her sexy satin gown. He stroked her bare skin, sending a familiar tingle all over her body.

Jacqueline was no longer sleepy. She turned onto her back allowing him easier access to her ample breasts, wordlessly asking him to touch her there. Neil lovingly pulled her shoulder straps downwards exposing her beautiful breasts. He took a moment to admire the beauty in the beautiful morning golden sunlight. Amidst all the licks and kisses, Jacqueline was drowning in ecstasy. Her moaning became louder and he flicked his tongue gentle on her nipples driving her mad with arousal. She felt the heat building up in her pussy and the unmistakable scent of her juices filled the air.

"I want you," she said grabbing Neil's hair, her desperation clearly showing in the tightness of her grip. Neil looked into her desire filled eyes and smiled.

"Let me please you a little more honey," he said and he completely pulled off her dress and panties. His beautiful and now sexually desperate wife now was completely naked before him.

He gently spread her legs apart and brought his mouth close to her pussy, so close she could feel his breath on her moist swollen clit. "May I?" he asked softly.

"Yes...please," Jacqueline replied barely able to contain her anticipation. She let out a loud moan as his tongue flicked across her clit. She felt his lips make a slow erotic movement on her dripping cunt as his tongue wiggled into her pussy for as far as it could go.

"Neil...I'm going to..." she could barely complete her sentence as her body convulsed into an orgasm. Neil held her hips even firmly and buried his lips deeper into her cunt. Her uncontrollable moans of pleasure were music to his ears.

As Jacqueline was recovering from her orgasm, he undressed and crawled over her. With open arms, she embraced him and kissed him. She could feel his hard cock against her wet pussy.

Looking into her eyes, he kissed her neck softly. Jacqueline nodded and he slid in slowly, relishing each moment, as her willing body accepted his manhood inch by inch. With slow gently strokes, he kissed her lips deeply never losing his pace. Jacqueline felt another orgasm building as he increased his pace, never stopping till they both orgasmed and fell limp in each other's arms.

"What a perfect way to start a day," Neil said with his face bright with a smile.

Jacqueline blushed. She looked fondly at Neil. He hadn't changed a bit since they got married 10 years ago. Theirs was an arranged marriage. She remembered the first time she met him, he was a shy person, kept to himself most of the times. He was tall fair and attractive and had mesmerizing blue eyes. He seemed always trying to avoid too much attention. Eventually, Neil and Jacqueline got to know each other and fell in love. After they got married, he was like a perfect husband a wife could hope for. Always sweet and gentle, willing to help and deeply caring.

"Are the kids up yet?" Jacqueline asked.

"Right...I'll just check on them. Come down to the table when you are ready, I'll keep breakfast ready," Neil said as he walked out of the room.

With a faint knock he entered the next room where his two daughters were sleeping. Avni was 8 and Pihu was 5 years old. He loved them both deeply.

"Time to wake up sleepyheads," he said as the girls woke up to his voice. Avni sat up on the bed while Pihu crawled into his lap. "Just 5 more minutes Daddy," she said as she fell asleep again leaning against him. He smiled at her and said, "Good girls are never late for school. And you are a good girl, aren't you?"

Pihu looked at him with her large doe like eyes and said, "OK Daddy," and smiled. The two girls began to get ready for school as Neil headed down to the kitchen to get breakfast ready for his family.

Jacqueline was a Professor at a university, while Neil was an IT professional who worked from home most of the time. Since he didn't have to rush to work, he often made sure he'd help in the domestic chores as much as possible.

The family had breakfast and got into the car. As Neil ushered his daughters into the backseat, the saw a tempo parked in front of the neighbouring house. Some men were moving large boxes into the house.

"New neighbours?" he asked Jacqueline as they both got into the car and drove off.

"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Mehra moved to Delhi to live their son. So they sold this house." Jacqueline replied.

"Yes, I've heard," Neil acknowledged, "So, the new owners are a young couple with their children, right?"

"No, not really. Mr. and Mrs. Sharma wanted to buy this house, they felt this neighbourhood would be good for their children. But word is that a young girl was interested in this house, and she offered the owners almost 30% more, so the house was sold to her."

"What's so special about this location?" he asked out of surprise and he started the car and drove off.

"I don't know," Jacqueline shrugged, "May be this girl is just rich."

"Hmm...strange," he replied.

Neil drove to the girls' school and dropped them off. Next destination was the university where Jacqueline worked. With a brief kiss, she got off. When Neil reached his house, he got a glimpse of his new neighbour.

She was a young Women, 5'5" Tall with a fair complexion, with auburn hair hanging down her shoulders and a voluptuous body. She had a confident stance and her dark eyes had an intense gaze. Although his wife Jacqueline was beautiful, there was something very alluring about the calm look on this girl's face.

When their eyes met, she smiled.

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In the evening, Neil found Jacqueline cooking in the kitchen.

"What's special today?" he asked romantically hugging her from behind.

"Oh just baking a few cookies to welcome our neighbour," Jacqueline said, "I'll send the girls over to say hello."

"That's sweet honey," Neil said nibbling her neck.

After a few days, their new neighbour was standing at their door with a freshly baked plum cake in her hand.

"Hi, I am Parineeti. I moved into the next house last week, just wanted to say Hello. Also, I wanted to thank you properly for the cookies Jacqueline," she said with a bright smile.

Jacqueline welcomed her into the house and offered her a cup of tea.

The two little girls were playing around the house as Jacqueline called out to them "Avni, Pihu come say hello to Parineeti."

The girls shyly approached her. Parineeti put her arms around the children and said, "Aren't you two adorable! I took the liberty to bake a plum cake, I really hope you like it."

"Thank you," Avni said.

"I love it, and so does Daddy!" Pihu added.

Neil just walked into the room, pleasantly surprised to see Parineeti sitting on the couch next to Jacqueline.

"Neil, meet Parineeti. Parineeti, my husband Neil," Jacqueline said, "He is an IT professional, most of the times he works from home, and he is a wonderful husband," she added playfully leaning on Neil.

"Hello," Neil said, "Please to make an acquaintance."

"I am a writer," Parineeti said, "I write a blog, and well...currently working on a novel. Would be my first."

"That's wonderful," Jacqueline said, "I so love read! What about your family?"

"Parents are settled abroad. I am the only child, I was born and raised in Delhi by my grandmother. She was the best person in the world! But...she passed away last month, and I am on my own now." Parineeti spoke with a deep sadness in her voice "It was getting difficult to live in Delhi alone, with all the memories of granny. That house just made me sad. For a while I thought of moving abroad to live with my parents, but I've been born and raised in India, and I'm so attached. So, I thought, perhaps relocating would make feel better."

Jacqueline felt sad for her. She sat down next to her and gave a gentle squeeze to her shoulder and said, "Count on us as your family, and don't hesitate to approach if you ever need anything."

"Thank you so much Jacqueline," Parineeti said hugging her back, "This means a lot to me."

"So how are you liking the new house?" Neil asked.

"Oh it's perfect!" Parineeti said, "You know, the first time I came here for a visit, I just fell in love with the house. And this neighbourhood, all the greenery and the peace here, its just what I needed at the moment. I didn't want to miss it at any cost."

"Sure, it is beautiful here," Jacqueline said.

"Money was never a problem anyway; dad's business is doing very well." Parineeti said taking a sip of tea, "I just wish mum and dad would have given me a little more of their time. I miss them. I'm sure they'll come to visit me here soon."

"Oh that would be great!" Jacqueline said, "We would love to meet them too."

A little small talk, laughter and a cup of tea later, Parineeti went back to her house.

"She seems to be a fine girl," Jacqueline said

"I don't know," Neil said stuffing his mouth with the cake, "But, this cake is awesome"

"Leave some for the kids," Jacqueline said playfully slapping his arm.

"Did you see Pihu's face when she took a bite?" Neil said with a laugh, "This cake is too bitter for the kids, but just perfect for me. And this taste reminds me of something."

"Of what?" she asked.

"I don't remember exactly, but look at these green raisins, most people use black raisins in a plum cake, but I love green raisins," he said.

"Really? what's the difference?" She asked curiously, "Apart from the fact that they are green?"

"Well green raisins and black raisins taste different," he insisted.

Jacqueline giggled at his cute comment. "Neil, you and your taste buds! All right honey," Jacqueline said kissing his forehead, "Have It all for yourself."

After dinner, Neil crawled into the bed next to his wife. Something didn't feel ok, his heart was beating faster than usual and his finger had fine tremors.

"You OK?" Jacqueline asked out of concern.

"I guess I am fine," Neil said and Jacqueline turned off the lights and, put her lips on his and locked into a passionate kiss.

 

[hotaks]

Something about that moment triggered something in Neil, something wild. He roughly grabbed Jacqueline's hair and bit her neck.

"Ahhh" she groaned, "Neil...what the...what are you doing?"

"Making love," he replied breathing heavily, his eyes gleaming like an animal about to charge.

Before she could react, he roughly lifted the front of her dress and began mauling her breasts, furiously sucking on her nipples.

Jacqueline was utterly confused at his sudden violent behaviour, but the sexual stimulation was pleasurable. A moan escaped her lips.

"Rough...ahh.." she struggled to speak, "...is good for a change, I guess."

"You like it, don't you?" she heard Neil ask her in a tone she'd never heard before. It was so dry and cold, and mean. He dug his teeth into the side of her neck and left a mark. Jacqueline moaned again as she felt a bit of pain.

He roughly pulled off her panties and forced her legs open.

"No...no wait.. I am not yet ready...please."

"Shhh...quiet," was his only reply as he positioned his cock over her barely wet pussy. He grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled hard making her arch her back. And before she could recover, he rammed his cock into her pussy making her scream.

"Neil...please stop," she gasped, tears flowing down her eyes "You are hurting me!"

He seemed to have gone deaf for that moment. He didn't respond at all to her screams and moans. A sinister glint in his eyes suggested that he was perhaps enjoying her predicament and he continued pounding hard in her pussy. Jacqueline began to tremble in fear and pain. She had never seen him like this.

The act came to an end as he came inside her. Neil suddenly felt so weary like all energies have been drained from his body. Without saying a word, he fell into a deep sleep.

Jacqueline could barely recover from the shock of his sudden violent behaviour. She curled up and sobbed quietly. Neil was fast asleep next to her. She looked at his, he looked so calm and innocent as he slept, and just a while ago he looked like a terrible monster gnawing at her with no emotions at all. She turned to her side and closed her eyes. She could barely stop sobbing, but perhaps after many hours she slept.

Neil was an early riser. He woke up feeling very lightheaded. As he opened the curtains and let sunlight flood the room, the events of the previous night flashed across his memory. He was shocked, and could barely contain his guilt when he saw Jacqueline's bruised tear streaked face while she was still asleep. He gently held her in his arms and kiss her forehead.

Jacqueline woke up and nearly screamed in panic finding herself in his arms.

"Easy, easy sweetheart," Neil said softy holding on to her firmly.

"What happened to you Neil?" she said as she couldn't hold back her tears, "Why did you hurt me? You've never been like this before."

Neil closed his eyes in regret. "I really don't know what happened to me last night honey," He hugged her tightly, "I promise it won't happen again. I am sorry."

Jacqueline hugged him back. Neil stroked her back gently to pacify her.

"Take a day off today, you need to rest. You are...hurt." He said looking at the bruises on her body with sad eyes, "and besides, lemme spend some time with you today to make it up to you."

Jacqueline loved her husband deeply. She decided to forgive him. They took a shower together and got ready for the day. Jacqueline called in sick, Neil dropped the kids to school and returned with a bouquet of roses.

Jacqueline loved roses, and she smiled at her husband's loving gesture. The whole day Neil did everything he could to make his wife happy.

In the evening he cooked a delicious meal for the whole family.

"Thanks so much Neil," Jacqueline said hugging him after the kids went to sleep, "I feel so blessed to have a loving husband like you. My friends often envy, that even so many years after marriage how much you do for the family, the amazing food you cook, the little presents you bring and the guitar you play.."

Neil cut her off with a kiss, "You deserve all of that," he said, "Plus a lot of love and kisses."

Jacqueline blushed and kissed him on the lips. She held his face between her palms and made him look straight at her, "Is there something I should know Neil?"

"You know everything there is to know about me," Neil spoke calmly looking directly at her.

"I'm now sure how much of that to believe," Jacqueline said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Please Neil," she said as she hugged him, "If something is bothering you, please tell me. I'm your wife and I love you. We'll work something out. You have never been like this before Neil. Not once in 10 years did you raise a hand to me or the kids. This is not you...please tell me what is it?"

"I'm sorry honey," Neil said, "Perhaps just stressed out due to work. I know I have no right to take it out on you. And I promise you it won't ever happen again."

Neil hugged her and she hugged back, trying to convince herself to believe him. She smiled weakly. He felt comforted to see her smiling again. Perhaps she was OK now, he led her to the bedroom and tucked her in and knelt next to her to kiss her forehead.

"Are you not sleeping?" she asked.

"Later honey, I've got some work to do," he said. He had lied. He needed a moment to himself.

He poured himself a drink and spent a moment pondering over the recent events. From the east window of his house, he could see Parineeti's house. The curtains of her window were open, he could see her moving about the house doing her chores.

A thought occurred to him and he walked to his work desk. The computers chimed to life as he pressed a few keys. He opened various social media websites on different tabs and type a singular name in all of them - Parineeti Chopra.

He clicked on a familiar face to access her profile. Most of her pictures and information were privacy protected, but it wasn't too difficult for him to access it. He scanned through the profile thoroughly.

Her parents settled abroad, were running a textile business. Although, apparently Parineeti was raised by her grandparents in India, evident by the multiple childhood pictures with them. She went to one of the best schools in Delhi, and later studied English literature and was currently writing her own blog. There were some pictures with friends, at malls, parties and outings. Nothing unusual at all.

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Parineeti woke up in the middle of the night, trembling, her body covered with sweat. Her head was pounding and she felt breathless. With a shaking hand she reached up to a nearby shelf and found her bottle of pills. She hastily consumed her medicines, still fighting her fear. The nightmare kept flashing every time she closed her eyes. Everything felt so real. She couldn't sleep that night.

First thing in the morning she dialled a number and spoke, "Hey its me...I've...I've not been feeling too well. It's been happening again. Can we meet?"

In about an hour she was sitting in a café with Dr. Sonakshi who was her friend and her therapist.

"I am so sorry to know that you are getting the nightmares again...I really hope you didn't stop the medicines." Sonakshi said with concern.

"No," Parineeti replied, "I guess it just the change in environment that triggered it...I'll be ok Sonakshi, its just, I feel good talking to you...just wanted to spend some time with you."

"Of course, I'm there for you dear. If it happens again, I'll adjust your doses so that you don't get these nightmares again," Sonakshi reassured her, "Its just that..."

"It's OK," Parineeti said, sensing Sonakshi's hesitation, "Say what you have on your mind."

"You mind is a little complicated Parineeti...and after knowing what happened, suppressing it all doesn't seem to be helping. You really need to open up and speak what's really on your mind."

"I will," Parineeti said with her eyes closed taking a deep breath, "When the time is right. By the way, did you get it?"

"Yes I did," Sonakshi said passing her a pen drive.

"Your help means a lot to me Sonakshi," Parineeti said with a smile putting the pen drive in her purse, "Does that mean, it is done?" she asked.

"Yes," Sonakshi confirmed with a smile, "Alisha is quite reliable. But, are you sure you want to see it? I don't think it would be best for you, considering your present state of mental health."

Parineeti smiled weakly. "I need to know, Sonakshi," she said, "The full extent of..." She paused without completing her sentence. Her face was clouded with grief. Sonakshi hugged her to comfort her.

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Parineeti used to visit Neil's house occasionally, but spent her time with Jacqueline and the girls mostly. She rarely ever bothered Neil, but somehow her presence in his house kinda made him uncomfortable. Though he never **censored** much attention to her coz she never seemed to cause trouble.

One night, after a beautiful love making, Jacqueline cuddled close to him.

"I'm so lucky to have a loving husband like you Neil," She said running a finger over his nose.

"No matter how many times you say that, I never get tired of hearing it...my sweet wife," he said smiling mischievously and kissed her briefly.

"Not everyone is so fortunate though," Jacqueline said, "Some women never get to see the good side of men...of how much a man is capable of loving and caring."

"Who are you talking about?" Neil asked his brow furrowed in confusion.

"That girl next door...Parineeti," Jacqueline said, "She seems very nice and well behaved, in fact she is very sweet with the girls, but once I noticed some scars on her body...looks like she was beaten brutally in the past."

"Hmm," Neil said still trying to process the information.

"She doesn't like to talk much about her past but once she made a fleeting mention about an abusive relationship. She is such a sweet soul but I sense deep sadness in her eyes...like there is something very dark about her past" Jacqueline was pouring her mind.

"It is indeed sad, honey," Neil replied.

"Perhaps she did go through something bad...I just felt it's not polite to question her about something so **censored** that she doesn't want to talk about. Perhaps, she'll share with me someday if she trusts me. She is a good person Neil; I'll say a prayer for her. May God heal whatever it is that is hurting her."

"That's such a sweet thought honey. May God bless you, and her," Neil said drawing Jacqueline even deeper in his embrace.

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One afternoon, the doorbell rang and Neil was surprised to find Parineeti at the door.

"Jacqueline isn't home yet," he said.

Parineeti hesitated for a while and said, "I actually needed your help..." she casually stepped inside the house.

The clothes she wore were so subtle yet provocative. She wore a tight fitting blue top, that outlined her breasts beautifully, with a deep neck line giving a peek of her cleavage. She combined it with a skin tight jeans fitting her ass perfectly. Her auburn hair hanging down her shoulders made her look ravishing.

"So how can I help you?" Neil asked.

"Well, actually I'm writing an article on BDSM."

"So?" Neil said eyeing her suspiciously.

"I'm really sorry if you find the topic disturbing, I know the kind of person you are, Jacqueline talks so much about how sweet and loving man you are...and I can understand if you find this whole BDSM idea disturbing...but.." Parineeti paused for a while.

"But?" Neil asked still maintain a firm tone.

"I usually research my topic well before I write. Since you are an IT professional, can you help me access the deep web safely? Last time I tried someone hacked my system and I had to pay a fortune to get it fixed," she said, her face drowning in worry.