The First Weekend Alone
Saturday morning arrived too quickly. Priya was humming in the bathroom while getting ready. I watched from the bed as she chose a beautiful teal silk saree with a matching low-back blouse. She took extra time with her makeup, applied a little extra kajal, and sprayed perfume on her neck and between her breasts. The mangalsutra rested perfectly in her deep cleavage.
“Where are you going?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
She came and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sasi invited me to discuss the project at his apartment, da. He said it’s more comfortable than the office. I’ll be back by evening.”
Her eyes were shining with excitement and nervousness. I pulled her close and kissed her. “Be careful,” I whispered, but my cock was already hard.
She left around 11 a.m. The apartment felt empty and heavy. I tried watching TV, but my mind kept imagining what was happening. At 1 p.m. my phone buzzed.
Priya: Reached safely. His apartment is nice, Thames view. Project discussion started. Love you ❤️
I waited. Hours passed. Around 4 p.m. another message:
Priya: Discussion going well. Might take longer. Don’t worry.
My stomach twisted with that familiar mix of jealousy and arousal. I paced the living room, then finally gave in. I opened the hidden folder on my phone and stroked myself thinking about the office kiss.
At 7:30 p.m. the door opened. Priya stepped in, looking completely different. Her saree pallu was loosely draped, hair messy, lipstick gone, and there were faint red marks on her neck. Her eyes were glassy, face glowing with satisfaction.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just walked straight to me and kissed me deeply. I could taste something different on her tongue.
“Tell me,” I said hoarsely, pulling her to the couch.
Priya sat on my lap, her saree riding up. “It started as project talk, Arjun. We were on the sofa reviewing files. Then he pulled me closer. He kissed me again… harder this time. His hands were everywhere — squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples through the blouse. I was so wet I could feel it dripping.”
She took my hand and placed it between her legs. Her pussy was still soaking, and I could feel fresh cum leaking out.
My heart stopped for a second. “He… fucked you?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes da. He took me to his bedroom. Removed my saree slowly, kissing every inch. When he took off my blouse and saw my breasts, he went crazy. He sucked them so hard… left marks. Then he made me kneel and put his cock in my mouth.”
Priya described every detail while I fingered her. Sasi’s cock was much thicker and longer than mine. She could barely take half in her mouth. He fucked her in missionary first, deep and powerful, making her scream his name. Then doggy style, pulling her hair, slapping her ass while calling her his “Tamil slut wife.” He came inside her twice — once in her pussy and once on her breasts.
“I came so many times, Arjun. I’ve never felt like that before. When he filled me… I felt so full, so owned.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pushed her onto the couch, hiked up the saree and entered her cum-filled pussy. The feeling of Sasi’s warm load around my cock was overwhelming. I fucked her hard while she moaned.
“He said next time he wants me for the whole night. And… he asked if you know.”
“What did you tell him?” I groaned, thrusting faster.
“I told him you suspect… but you’re not stopping me.”
That sent me over the edge. I added my own cum to Sasi’s, marking her as both of ours.
Afterwards, we lay together. Priya gently stroked my hair.
“I feel guilty… but I also feel alive. Do you hate me?”
I shook my head. “No. I want you to tell me everything. Every detail.”
She smiled and kissed me softly. “Then next weekend… maybe you can wait at home while I stay with him?”
The thought terrified and excited me at the same time. My innocent Tamil wife was slipping away… and I was falling in love with the hotwife she was becoming.
But Sasi was only getting started.