Wife Experiencing Orgasm With Other Man.

The air in Mumbai was heavy with humidity, as if the city itself was breathing in great, labored gasps. The sun beat down mercilessly, its light turning the sky into a pale, bleached blue that threatened to crumple at the edges. Even the slightest breeze seemed to carry with it the cacophony of the city: the honking of cars, the shouts of vendors, the laughter of children. Advika stood at the window of their apartment, watching the endless stream of humanity below. She thought about how much her life had changed since she'd first moved to Mumbai, thirteen years ago. Back then, she'd been a young, carefree girl, newly married to Rohit. They'd moved to the city with dreams of building a life together, of raising a family in the bustling metropolis. And they had. They had two beautiful children, a smart and ambitious daughter named Aditi, and a loving and playful son named Rohan. But life hadn't been without its challenges. Rohit had always been a hardworking man, dedicated to his job as a medical representative. Advika, on the other hand, had taken on the role of being the family's financial backbone, working as an accountant. It wasn't always easy juggling work and family, but they made it work. They were a team, a partnership. And they were happy. Their days were filled with a seemingly endless cycle of work, school, homework, errands, and chores. But they never complained. They knew that they had to do whatever it took to provide for their children, to give them the best possible life. And despite the exhaustion that sometimes threatened to consume them, they found joy in the simple things: a hug from their daughter before she left for school, a goofy dance party with their son after dinner, a quiet moment together on the balcony, watching the sun set over the city.

But as the kids grew older, something started to change. The intimacy between Advika and Rohit began to fade. They still loved each other deeply, of course. They still shared a bond that could never be broken. But the intensity of their feelings had subsided, replaced by a comfortable companionship. It was as if they had become more like friends, sharing a life together rather than living within it. Some might say that it was inevitable, the natural progression of a relationship. Others might argue that they had grown apart, that the pressures of parenthood and the demands of their careers had taken their toll. Perhaps a little bit of both was true. Whatever the reason, Advika couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for those early days when Rohit had been her everything, when their love had been all-consuming. She found herself watching him more closely now, studying his face for any sign of the passion she remembered. Sometimes she could catch a glimpse of it in his eyes, that spark that had once lit them up whenever he looked at her. Other times, she saw nothing but weariness, the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders. She knew that he felt it too, this disconnect between them. She could see it in the way he tried a little harder to be attentive, to show her how much he still cared.

Romance between Advika and Rohit faded as Rohit was mostly tired. One evening, after the kids had gone to bed, Advika decided to take matters into her own hands. She cooked Rohit's favorite meal and lit some candles in the dining room. The soft glow of the flickering flames cast a warm, inviting light across the room. As she waited for Rohit to come home, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. When Rohit finally walked through the door, he looked weary, as if he'd been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. His eyes lit up when he saw the table set for two, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Advika," he said, taking her hands in his, "you didn't have to do this." "I wanted to," she replied, looking up at him with an affection that was both familiar and new. "I thought maybe we could... try to reconnect, you know? Just the two of us." Rohit smiled, his eyes softening as he took in her appearance. She was wearing a red chiffon sari that clung to her curves, her hair pinned up in an elegant chignon. He reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and affectionate. "I'd like that," he said, leading her to the table.

As they sat down, Advika felt a flutter of anticipation in her stomach. This was her chance to remind Rohit of the passion they once shared, to reignite the spark that had dimmed over the years. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the food and the candles, and felt herself growing increasingly aroused. Their conversation was light at first, mostly revolving around the kids and their day. But as they ate, Advika found herself growing bolder, more confident. She couldn't help but notice the way Rohit's gaze kept drifting down to her cleavage, how his breathing seemed to quicken when she brushed against his arm. She knew that he was feeling it too, this newfound desire that had been awakened by their efforts to reconnect. Finally, when they'd finished eating and the dishes were cleared away, Advika stood up and walked around the table to stand behind Rohit's chair. She looped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his back. He let out a soft moan, his head falling back against her stomach. "Rohit," she whispered into his ear, her voice husky with desire, "I've missed this." His hands came up to grasp her hips, pulling her against him. "So have I," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "So much." And then he turned in his seat to face her, his eyes burning with desire. "Advika," he breathed, "I want you."

Advika's heart raced as Rohit's words sank in. She could feel the desire building between them, a palpable energy that threatened to consume them both. Without another word, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his in a tender, exploratory kiss. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Their bodies pressed together, their hearts racing in unison. She could feel his erection pressing against her, a testament to how much he wanted her. She reached down, undoing his belt and pants with shaking hands. As she freed him, he groaned, his hips jerking forward. She guided him to the table, helping him lie down on it, and then straddled him, feeling the heat of his body against hers. With one hand, she guided him inside her, feeling the familiar stretch and fullness as he filled her. His eyes locked with hers, his face contorted with desire and relief. As Rohit came, his body tensed and he let out a moan of pleasure. But Advika couldn't help but feel disappointed and unfulfilled. She wanted more, needed more. She looked down at Rohit, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to..." She placed a finger against his lips, shushing him. "It's okay," she said, her voice steady. "We can try again later, when you're not so tired." She leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead, then carefully got off the table and straightened her clothes. "Go and get some rest," she said softly, "I'll clean up here."

Rohit nodded, still breathing heavily, and made his way to the bedroom. As she busied herself with clearing the dishes and extinguishing the candles, Advika couldn't help but feel a mixture of disappointment and hope. She hoped that they could find their way back to each other, that the spark they once shared would reignite and sustain them through the challenges of their marriage. But she also knew that it wouldn't be easy, and that they'd both have to work at it. The next night, as the children were asleep, Advika and Rohit tried again. She had carefully prepared the bedroom, dimming the lights and lighting scented candles. Rohit, feeling more relaxed after a long, hard day at work, had showered and shaved. He was looking forward to reconnecting with his wife. When Advika walked into the bedroom, wearing a delicate nightgown, Rohit's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. He patted the bed, inviting her to join him. As she climbed in, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss that sent shivers down both their spines. As their passionate encounter intensified, Rohit felt himself losing control. Despite his best efforts to hold back, he could tell it was inevitable. He groaned in frustration, knowing he had let his wife down yet again. Advika sensed his impending climax and, with a soft, reassuring touch, guided him through it. As Rohit came, she held him close. When the moment passed, they lay together in the afterglow of their intimacy. "I'm sorry," Rohit whispered, "I don't know what's wrong with me." 

"It's okay," Advika said softly, trying to sound convincing.She was disappointed, as the second chance to rejuvenate their romance failed, but she didn't show her frustration to her husband. Instead she tried being supportive to Rohit. They lay there in silence for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Perhaps if they talked about their feelings more, shared their worries and fears with each other, they could find a way back to the connection they once had. Their lives became a whirlwind of work, childcare, and the daily monotony of life. They found themselves going through the motions of their marriage, but the spark that once defined their connection was slowly fading. Every chance to rejuvenate the romantic spark in their life was failed. Advika's daily commute to work had become a constant source of frustration and boredom. As she took the bus, her eyes would wander aimlessly, searching for some sort of distraction to help her pass the time. But lately, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Every time she glanced around, she caught a glimpse of a man, almost her age, staring at her intently. His gaze was unsettling, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and anxiety towards him. Advika tried to ignore the stranger man's gazes. After reaching home she was busy preparing the dinner. After dinner she went to sleep. The next day while going to office, she saw the stranger man boarding from her bus stop. She tried to ignore him, but stealthily checked if he was still gazing at her. To her surprise he was gazing at her. Initially she was little worried about her safety thinking that he might be a stalker. But he never did a thing that would endanger her safety. He maintained safe distance from Advika. While returning from office, the stranger man boarded at her bus stop. He continued gazing at Advika. But he didn't get down at the stop where Advika alighted. It happened for next few days that he would board the bus along with Advika while going to office, but wouldn't alight at her stop while returning from the office. This actually made Advika curious as to why he was doing like that. 

The curiosity about the stranger man made Advika think about him every now and then even after reaching home and doing her boredom chores. The eagerness to know about the strange behavior of the man, made her think more about the stranger man even when she was sleeping in her husband's arms in the night. The days went by, and Advika began to look forward to seeing the stranger man on the bus each morning. Despite her initial wariness, she found herself growing more and more curious about him. His intense gaze seemed to spark something inside her, and she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, feeling. As the stranger man continued to board the bus with her, their silent connection deepened, and she began to feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence. She used to feel envy looking at the attention the teenage college girls got from the boys. But now she was enjoying the stranger man's attention for her. The harmless little flirting was affecting her mood in the evenings. She felt lively after reaching home thinking that someone is actually desiring her attention. Advika took this strange titillating feeling for her own advantage. One evening Advika was in very good mood to rejuvenate her romance with her husband as she was feeling aroused thinking about the strange man. Rohit was surprised to see the liveliness in his wife. Once their children were asleep, they retired to their bedroom. As Rohit undressed, he noticed the hint of desire in his wife's eyes and felt a surge of hope. Tonight might be different. They climbed into bed, their bodies entwined, and began to kiss passionately. Rohit felt himself growing harder under the sheets, ready to give Advika the pleasure she so obviously craved. As he moved to position himself above her, she arched her back in anticipation. He pushed forward, entering her slowly, feeling the heat of their bodies merge. 

Rohit's climax was quick and sudden, leaving Advika feeling disappointed and unsatisfied. She wanted to reach her own climax, to feel that same rush of pleasure and release. Frustration welled up inside her as she realized that their lovemaking had once again fallen short of what she desired. She tried to hide her disappointment from Rohit, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but it was impossible to ignore the ache between her legs. As they lay there, their bodies still entwined, Advika felt a newfound resentment towards the stranger man on the bus. It was his presence that had awakened these desires in her, and now they seemed even more unattainable. Advika became more curious about her appearance in saree every morning before going to office. She had always been a bit self-conscious about her body, but the stranger man's attention made her wonder if she was actually more attractive than she thought. She started to pay closer attention to her figure while dressing, making sure to wear clothes that flattered her curves. She even began to experiment with different styles of sarees and accessories, feeling a new sense of confidence as she stepped out of the house each day.

As time went on, Advika found herself looking forward to seeing the stranger man on the bus. Their silent connection had become a source of comfort and reassurance in her otherwise mundane life. However, she knew that she couldn't continue to rely on him for this feeling of validation. She needed to find a way to reconnect with her husband and rediscover the spark that had once ignited their passion. The next evening, Advika boarded the bus as usual. To her surprise, the stranger man was already seated next to her. His gaze met hers, and for a moment, they held eye contact. There was an intensity in his gaze that she hadn't seen before. It felt like he was trying to communicate something to her. As they rode in silence, she could feel the warmth of his body against hers, and it sent shivers down her spine. Advika couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he wanted from her. The ride seemed to last forever, and as they neared her stop, she felt a pang of disappointment that their time together was almost over. When they finally reached her stop, the stranger man didn't get off with her. Instead, he gave her a small smile before looking away. It was as if he wanted her to know that he was there for her, always. As she stepped off the bus and continued on her way home, Advika found herself thinking about their brief encounter all the way back. It was as if something had changed between them, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

That night, as she lay in bed, she felt a new sense of excitement and anticipation. She couldn't wait to see what would happen the next time she saw the stranger man on the bus. Excited by the thoughts of the stranger man, Advika couldn't help but toss and turn in her bed. She reached over to gently nudge her husband, Rohit, but he was already deep in sleep. Unable to control her emotions any longer, she tightly embraced her sleeping husband to cool herself down. Advika closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing. She wanted to be a good wife, to reconnect with Rohit and find the passion they once shared. But thoughts of the stranger man kept intruding. The next few days passed without the stranger man boarding the bus. Advika felt a mixture of curiosity and nervousness as she waited, wondering what could have caused him to stay away. She found herself thinking about him constantly, wondering if something was wrong or if she had done something to offend him. As the days went by, she missed their silent connection and the brief moments of excitement it brought to her daily routine. Advika couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. She missed the stranger man's presence on the bus, their silent connection that had made her feel wanted and desired. At work, she found it difficult to concentrate on her tasks, constantly losing herself in daydreams about him. Her frustration with her husband and kids only grew as she tried to ignore the ache in her chest. She felt guilty for feeling this way, but she couldn't help but wish things could be different. 

Every day, Advika found herself becoming more and more preoccupied with the thought of the stranger man. She would spend long time getting ready for work, her mind racing with thoughts of him and their brief encounters on the bus. She couldn't help but ignore her husband and children, feeling a growing disconnect from her daily life. As the days passed by, the longing for his presence became unbearable, and she began to wonder if she would ever see him again. One day, as Advika boarded the bus, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the stranger man . Her excitement was palpable, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over her. As the bus pulled away from the station, she steeled herself, preparing for the moment when he would turn to face her. As she felt his gaze burning into her, Advika felt a thrill of anticipation run through her. She could feel her heart racing and her breath quickening as their eyes locked in a silent connection. It was as if he was seeing right through her, understanding her deepest desires and longings. For the first time in a long while, she felt reborn, as if she was finally able to shed the layers of numbness and indifference that had been weighing her down. Advika's renewed energy and confidence were noticeable to everyone around her, including her husband and children. They were taken aback by the sudden change in her behavior, and Rohit couldn't help but wonder what had caused it. He was both relieved and concerned, hoping that whatever it was, it would bring his wife back to him. As for the kids, they were initially confused but soon began to enjoy the new, more attentive and loving mom they had.

As the days went by, Advika continued to find solace in the stranger man's presence on the bus. Their silent connection had become something she looked forward to every day, a source of comfort and excitement in an otherwise mundane life. One day, as Advika boarded the bus to go to office, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension. The weather was ominous, with dark clouds looming overhead and a chill in the air. There was a high chance of heavy rain in the evening, and she hoped that it wouldn't ruin her plans to see the stranger man on the bus.  As the bus began to move, Advika felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her as she caught a glimpse of the stranger man boarding the bus. Her heart raced and she struggled to control her breathing. The anticipation was almost unbearable. As the bus pulled away from the station, she steeled herself for their silent connection.

The day at work was gloomy, with dark clouds hanging low and casting a perpetual shadow over the city. Advika couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as she glanced at the clock, counting down the minutes until it was time to board the bus home. She was anxious to see the stranger man, but the ominous weather had her on edge. It was raining heavily as Advika and stranger man waited for the bus at the bus stop. They both were drenched due to the rain. The bus finally arrived, its headlights cutting through the downpour like searchlights. The bus was unusually very crowded, barely space to stand. They managed to find a small space to stand near the back of the bus, their bodies pressed together as they tried to avoid being pushed off their feet by the throng of people. Despite the crowded and uncomfortable conditions, Advika couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and security in the stranger man's presence evening though it was very dark and pouring heavily outside. The stranger man was standing right behind Advika. They never stood so close to each other before. His body was pressed against hers, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm. Despite the chaos around them, Advika felt a sense of calm wash over her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. 

As the bus slowed down to make a sharp turn, the stranger man, caught off guard, pressed his body against Advika's. In that brief moment, she felt something hard and warm against her backside. It was his penis. The unexpected contact sent a shockwave through her body, making her heart race even faster. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. Despite the chaos around them, she couldn't help but revel in the intimacy of the moment. Taking advantage of the unexpected reaction, the stranger man pressed harder against her, grinding his hips against her backside. Advika gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt his erection pressing against her. The warmth of his body and the firmness of his touch sent a wave of desire coursing through her veins. She couldn't help but arch her back, pressing herself further into him, wanting more of this forbidden pleasure.Their silent exchange continued, with the stranger man using his body to express his desires, and Advika eagerly responding in kind. As the bus continued its journey through the pouring rain, the stranger man and Advika remained locked in this intimate dance, their bodies moving in perfect syncopation. Their silent exchange was a testament to the power of desire and the human ability to find connection even in the most unlikely of places. The crowd around them was oblivious to the tension unrolling between them in that cold and dark night.

Back at home Rohit came back from work early that day. He was taking help from his kids to prepare delicious food to give a pleasant surprise to his wife Advika, oblivious of the passion growing between his wife and the stranger man in the bus. Advika was feeling guilty as she was cheating her husband, but the forbidden pleasure was too much for her to handle. The stranger man continued pushing his erection into Advika's back. At home Rohit was planning for their romantic night to be perfect and curiously waiting for his wife. When the stranger man placed his cold hand on Advika's sexy waist and squeezed it, it was enough for her to get trapped in the web of lust. The cold touch of the stranger man's hand sent a shiver down Advika's spine, but it was a shiver of desire rather than fear. As he squeezed her sexy waist, she arched her back further, pressing herself even harder against him. The sensation of his erection grinding against her backside was exquisite, and she found herself craving more of his touch. Their silent exchange had become a dance of desire, with each movement and touch sending shockwaves through their bodies.

Back at home, Rohit was growing increasingly anxious as the time passed by. He kept looking at the clock, wondering where his wife was. Little did he know that she was caught up in an intense and forbidden passion with the stranger man on the bus. The stranger man continued to use his body as his instrument, grinding against Advika with a force that threatened to consume them both. As their connection deepened, so did their need for release. Advika could feel her own body responding to the stranger man's touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her desire reached a fever pitch. The stranger man slid his hand down from Advika's waist, teasingly tickling her navel with his forefinger. She let out a soft moan, arching her back further into his touch. The sensation of his finger tracing circles around her navel was driving her wild. Back at home, Rohit was pacing the floor, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. He had no idea that his wife was experiencing the most intense pleasure of her life on that bus, with a complete stranger.

As the bus continued its journey through the rain-soaked night, the stranger man and Advika became lost in their forbidden passion. Their bodies moved as one, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through them. With each passing second, their need for release grew more urgent, their connection deeper. As the bus came near to Advika's stop, the stranger man whispered in her ear, "I want to make love to you." The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. Advika was torn between her desire for the stranger man and her loyalty to her husband. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, but the forbidden passion was too strong. The stranger man continued to play with her navel, his fingers teasing and tantalizing her. "Stay with me," he whispered in her ear. "I want to make love to you." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she found it impossible to resist his seductive touch. As the bus came to a stop at her stop, he pressed his body against her, his erection rubbing against her backside. As the bus came to a stop, Advika felt a surge of panic rush through her. She had to get off the bus and return home to her husband. But the memory of the stranger man's touch, the way he had made her feel, lingered in her mind. She couldn't forget the passion they had shared, the intensity of their connection. She knew that this was a life-changing moment for her, one that would haunt her for the rest of her days.

Back at home, Rohit thought the bus might be getting late due to heavy rain. He decided to give his wife a little more time, but his anxiety was starting to grow. He paced the floor, unable to sit still. The clock seemed to be moving at a snail's pace as he waited for her to return. Little did he know that his wife was still on the bus, caught up in an intense and forbidden passion with a complete stranger. The rain continued to fall outside, adding to the tension and drama of the situation. Advika didn't get down from the bus. She felt a sense of disbelief and guilt wash over her, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the stranger man. They continued their journey together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, as if they were meant to be together. The forbidden passion between them grew stronger with each passing minute, and Advika found herself succumbing to its power. She knew she was betraying her husband, but the pleasure she found in the stranger man's arms was too much to resist.

The stranger man's stop was very next stop. They both got down at the next stop. Advika's heart raced as she stepped off the bus, feeling a mix of guilt and desire. As they walked to the stranger man's apartment, Advika felt a sense of disbelief and fear wash over her. She knew she was about to engage in an illicit affair, but the desire she felt for him was overwhelming. The stranger man held her hand tightly, leading her through the crowded streets and into the relative quiet of his apartment complex. They both were completely drenched from the heavy rain. The stranger man led her into his apartment and closed the door behind them. As the stranger man gazed at Advika, his eyes traced the outline of her body, lingering on her wet saree which clung to her curves, revealing her ample breasts. He couldn't believe his luck; she was even more beautiful up close. The stranger man was transfixed by the sight of her wet navel peeking through the sheer fabric of her saree. He moved closer, his breath hot against her skin as he traced a circle around the delicate bud of flesh. Advika shivered with pleasure, arching her back into his touch.

The stranger man held her saree pallu and pulled it off her chest, revealing her ample breasts. Advika covered her breasts with her hands out of shyness. Advika's navel was shining due to the wetness from rain water. The stranger man pulled the saree pallu undraping her saree off her. Advika rotated around herself while the stranger man was removing her saree off her. Advika was still covering her ample breasts with her hands. The stranger man was more interested in her juicy navel. He knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her juicy navel. With gentle hands, he traced a circle around her navel, watching as it hardened and protruded under his touch. Advika gasped, feeling a wave of desire wash over her. He continued to tease her, using his fingers to circle her navel. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she arched her back, offering herself to him. Back at home, Rohit waited with bated breath. The clock seemed to have slowed down to a crawl, and every passing second felt like an eternity. Desperate and alone, Rohit didn't know what to do. All he could do was wait and hope that she would return safely. The kids finished their dinner and retired to their bedroom after a long wait for their mom.

As the stranger man held Advika's fleshy, sexy waist with his hands and gently squeezed them, she let out a moan of pleasure. Her body felt alive and desired for the first time in years. She arched her back into his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension between them was palpable, and they both knew that they were on the verge of giving in to their desires. Back at home, Rohit's heart ached with worry and loneliness. He tried to distract himself with work, but his mind kept wandering back to his wife. The rain continued to fall outside, a constant reminder of the storm that was raging inside him. He finally decided to call his wife. The stranger man was kneeling down holding Advika's sexy waist and squeezing it with his face right in front of her juicy navel. Advika's hands rested lightly on the stranger man's shoulders, trying to regulate him as he continued to focus his attention on her navel. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Advika asked stranger man his name.The stranger man looked up at Advika with a sultry gaze, a devilish smile playing on his lips. "My name is Vicky" and blew a breeze of cold air in her juicy navel. She cried out his name when the cold air he blew tickled her juicy navel. As the cold air from Vicky's breath tickled Advika's navel, she shivered uncontrollably. It was an intoxicating sensation, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back, pressing her hips forward, seeking more contact with Vicky's warm hands. He smiled, taking her response as an invitation to continue. With gentle fingers, he traced circles around her navel, teasing and tantalizing her. While Vicky was squeezing Advika's waist and teasing her navel, right then Rohit called Advika. They both stared at her phone screen displaying "Hubby Calling". His grip on her waist tightened slightly as the phone kept ringing. Advika's face flushed with guilt as she saw Rohit's name flash across her screen. She knew she had to answer him, but she didn't want to interrupt the intimate moment she was sharing with Vicky. The phone stopped ringing for a few seconds and then rang again. Advika's heart raced as she looked at the screen, torn between answering her husband and staying with Vicky. Vicky cunningly said "I like the desperation of your husband trying to reach you", and started licking her navel.

Vicky's words made Advika shiver with pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan as he licked her navel. His tongue traced circles around the sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.  Advika felt a pang of guilt wash over her as she thought about her husband and kids. She knew she should end this now, but the desire she felt with Vicky was unlike anything she'd experienced in years. The pleasure of Vicky's tongue on her navel was too much for Advika to control. She arched her back, pressing her hips forward, seeking more contact with his warm lips. He smiled, taking her response as an invitation to deepen the sensation. With increased skill, he sucked on her navel, drawing it further into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it. Advika cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling with desire. With every suck of Vicky's tongue on her navel, Advika felt closer to the release she craved. Her body was on fire, and she could feel her desire building to a breaking point. She clutched at Vicky's shoulders, urging him to continue, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As Rohit's desperate calls continued, they only served to arouse Vicky more. His grip on Advika's waist tightened, and his tongue delved deeper into her navel. The pleasure that coursed through her body was unlike anything she'd ever felt. She arched her back, pressing her hips forward, begging for more. Vicky responded with a growl, his lips sucking harder on her sensitive flesh.

As Rohit's calls continued to go unanswered, Vicky could feel Advika's desire growing more intense. He knew it was time to take things to the next level. He moved his hands from her waist, up to her ample plump breasts hidden under her blouse, cupping them in his warm palms. He started squeezing her breasts hard while biting her navel. As Vicky squeezed her breasts and bit her navel, Advika's body was thrown into a whirlwind of pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly against his lips, seeking release. As Vicky was enjoying every bit of Advika, he lifted her and took her into his bedroom. He made sure to take her phone too, as her husband's desperation was fueling him for more desire. As Vicky laid Advika down on his bed, he continued to tease and pleasure her. Vicky climbed onto her and started nibbling her neck passionately. His hot breath fanned her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Advika arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, reveling in the sensation. Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing the defined muscles beneath his skin. As Vicky freed Advika's breasts from her bra and blouse, he took a moment to admire their fullness, their perfection. He cupped them in his hands, weighing them, feeling their softness against his calloused palms. Then, with a growl of desire, he bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while using his thumb to tease the other. Advika cried out, arching her back off the bed as pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on, while her hips bucked against his touch.

As Rohit's calls continued unanswered, Advika moaned in pleasure at the sensation of Vicky's lips and fingers teasing her. She couldn't help but feel guilty about her husband and children, but the desire she felt with Vicky was overwhelming. Her body arched off the bed, begging for more as he sucked on her nipple and teased the other with his thumb. The slurpy sound of Rohit's calls filled the room, adding to her arousal. She wanted to tell Vicky to make the calls stop, but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer as he continued to pleasure her. She couldn't help but wonder how long this would go on, and if her husband would ever give up trying to reach her. As Vicky removed her petticoat and underwear, Advika felt a rush of anticipation course through her. As Rohit continued to call, he finally glanced at the food on the table, realizing it had grown cold, oblivious that his wife was burning hot in the arms of another man. Rohit took a break from calling her. Vicky continued nibbling Advika's neck while squeezing her breasts.They both were naked now. Vicky positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her, and began to rub his head against her clit. As he did so, Advika arched her back, moaning in pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, and she felt herself growing closer to the release she'd been craving for so long. 

As Vicky continued rubbing his erection onto her wet clitoris, Advika cried out in pleasure. She felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over her, unlike anything she'd ever experienced with Rohit. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on. Desperate Rohit tried calling his wife again. His hands were shaking as he dialed her number, and he could feel his heart racing. He had never been this worried about her before. As the phone rang, he paced the living room, glancing at the clock every few seconds. When Vicky heard the phone ringing again, he thrust his hard length deep into Advika with extreme force.Vicky pounded into Advika with a frenzied intensity, his muscular body moving in perfect sync with her own. She moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met his thrusts, their bodies moving together in a blur of passion. The sound of Rohit's continued calls filled the room, but it only served to heighten their arousal. As Vicky continued to take her, she felt herself close to the edge, her body tensed and ready to release. She knew that this was the most pleasure she'd ever experienced, and she didn't want it to end. As Rohit continued to call, his desperation only seemed to fuel Vicky's passion. He slammed into Advika harder and faster, their bodies moving together in a fierce rhythm. She could feel her orgasm building, her entire body tingling with anticipation. Her nails dug into Vicky's back, urging him on as she arched her back off the bed, moaning in ecstasy. The room was filled with their combined cries of pleasure, drowning out the sound of Rohit's frantic calls. Vicky slowed down, his movements growing more deliberate, his thrusts deeper as he brought her to the brink of climax. Finally, with a loud moan, she let go, her body shuddering with release, her inner muscles gripping Vicky's length as she cried out his name.

As the last echoes of her orgasm faded away, Rohit's calls abruptly stopped. The silence was deafening. Vicky pulled out of Advika, their bodies still slick with sweat and desire. He collapsed beside her, gasping for air, as she lay there, trying to catch her own breath. The room felt cold and empty now, the fire of their passion extinguished. They both knew that their lives would never be the same again. As the silence hung in the air, Vicky and Advika exchanged guilty glances. They knew that their actions had consequences, but the passion they had shared was too powerful to ignore. They both felt guilty about Rohit, but at the same time, they couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. The taste of each other lingered on their lips and tongues, reminding them of the intensity of their encounter.

When Rohit called Advika, she finally responded, lying naked in the arms of Vicky. Rohit was relieved to hear her voice. "Where are you?" he asked. "Why didn't you answer me earlier?" Advika glanced at Vicky, who nodded reassuringly. She took a deep breath and made up a lie on the spot. "I'm so sorry, baby. I missed the bus and had to stay back in the office. The network has been patchy all day. I'm on my way home now." After their passionate encounter, they both took a hot bath together. After the bath Advika quickly draped the saree and asked Vicky to drop her at her home. Advika was little tensed as they headed to her home. Vicky kissed her before she left. When Advika ringed the door bell, her heart was racing. Rohit opened the door quickly. Advika felt guilty when she looked into her husband's eyes. As Rohit led Advika inside, her stomach churned with guilt. She hadn't expected him to be so understanding when she told him about the office. He had simply smiled and said he was relieved she was safe. But now, as she looked at the dinner he had prepared for her, her heart ached. She couldn't believe she had done this to him.

Rohit reheated the food and was trying his best to recreate the romance. He lit candles and dimmed the lights, setting the mood for their special night. As Advika sat down at the table, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her guilt. She wanted nothing more than to go back in time and undo what had happened, but she knew that was impossible. She forced a smile and tried to enjoy the meal, but the entire time, her mind was elsewhere. After dinner, Rohit suggested they watch a movie together, hoping it would help them reconnect. Advika agreed, but her heart wasn't in it. As they settled down on the couch, the movie began to play. Advika tried to focus on the story, but her thoughts kept wandering back to Vicky and the incredible passion they had shared. She felt guilty for betraying Rohit, but she couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to make things right for everyone. The weight of her secret seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment.

As the night wore on, Advika grew more and more uncomfortable. The ache in her body from the rough sex with Vicky was becoming unbearable, and she couldn't help but wonder if Rohit had noticed. She tried to be attentive to him, but her mind kept drifting back to the intense encounter she had shared with Vicky. She felt guilty for leading Rohit on, for pretending that she was satisfied with their relationship when she knew that she wasn't. As the credits rolled, Rohit leaned over to Advika, his expression full of desire. "Do you want to...?" he asked, gesturing to the bedroom. She nodded numbly, her heart racing. She knew what was about to happen. He would be over in two minutes unlike Vicky. It was their ritual, and she had grown accustomed to it. As expected, Rohit ejaculated prematurely. But this time, Advika didn't care anymore as she was already satisfied for that night by Vicky, who gave her a blissful orgasm experience. She knew that her husband's virility was nothing compared to Vicky's virility.

Next day before leaving for the office Advika told Rohit that she would be coming couple of hours late due to some office work. In the evening Rohit was waiting for his wife, oblivious that his wife was getting hard fucked for those two hours by another man, who was giving her the pleasure and orgasms which he couldn't never give.