Arjun grinned, “Always is.” Sonia laughed, tugging the camisole down, though it barely covered her, her heart pounding at their normalcy.
Later that night, the park outside their apartment building swarmed with evening runners and street vendors, the lamp posts casting shadows. Sonia donned her white camisole, the cum-soaked material almost see-through, her 34DD tits bobbing, nipples erect, her clit shining and flush visible as she strutted, the arrow of fur a bold invitation. Rohan brought her into a private glade, the children at home with a babysitter, and gestured toward two men—construction workers, mid-30s, sweaty and muscular—standing by a bench. “I discovered them at the worksite next door,” Rohan whispered, his eyes unhinged. “Fuck them. Let them claim you.”Sonia walked up, the camisole crept high up, pussy and clit exposed. “Lost? ” she whispered, leaning in, breasts almost popping out, the side curves completely exposed. The first of the workers smiled, his hands on her hips, touching her bare skin. Rohan sat upon a nearby bench, acting like he scrolled his phone, his eyes following her. She walked the workers behind a group of trees, the camisole pushed to her waist, her breasts pushing out, nipples tight. The first man unzipped, his cock big and throbbing, and she sat on top of him on the grass, holding him inside her wet pussy, her clit rubbing against him as she fucked, her moans little but wild. His hands clamped her breasts, pinching her nipples, as he drove deeper, her pussy squeezing him. He withdrew, cumming onto her face, thick ropes that dripped down her cheeks, some onto her clit, covering the arrow of hair.
The second worker pushed her back into a tree, his cock sinking into her pussy, still smeared with cum, her clit pulsating as he battered her, her breasts bobbing wildly, completely exposed through the armholes. He rode her pussy, white stripes leaking over her clit, combining with the first load. Sonia got up, cum dripping from her face and pussy, camisole a soggy rag, and made her way back to Rohan, park visitors gaping, some whispering. He yanked her into the car, tonguing the cum from her clit, his tongue dancing over her puffy bud, then her face, relishing the flavor of two men. He screwed her in the backseat, her wet and used pussy, her moans resonating as her breasts shook, the camisole creased at the waist. Friday, Sonia returned to work, her office playground to her covert infidelities. She was dressed in a black, transparent saree and a red noodle-strap blouse, the fabric hugging her 34DD breasts, nipples showing, no bra or panties, her clit exposed under the edge of the saree, the arrow of hair a pointer. Rohan’s taunts were public, but in the office, Sonia had her own game, fucking men behind his back, the excitement of cheating driving her. On lunch, she enticed Vikram, her 29-year-old sweetheart, into the warehouse room, saree raised, blouse loosened, breasts spilling out. He had sex with her against a shelf, his dick in her pussy, her clit rubbing against him, moaning loudly as she came, his semen on her pussy, covering her clit. Later, she lured a new intern, 22, in the vacant conference room, riding him on a chair, saree bunched at her waist, breasts jiggling as she rode him, his semen splashing on her face. A third guy, an on-visit client, caught her in the break room, and she let him fuck her up against the counter, pussy wet, clit pulsating, his cum running down her thighs.She was back at her desk, cum caked on her face and pussy, the saree covering it barely, coworkers whispering but none willing to speak. Sonia enjoyed the secrecy, aware Rohan would only hear what she chose to admit.Saturday, October 25, Sonia was agitated, her body hungry for more. She slipped on her white camisole at home, the cum-stained material sticking to her 34DD breasts, nipples erect, her clit shining and exposed, the arrow of hair a fearless declaration. Rohan was at the gym, the kids playing in the yard with friends. Sonia emerged to the apartment courtyard, catching Aryan, the neighbor’s son, now 18, kicking a football with pals. His gaze met hers, a knowing smile breaking out—he’d caught her stairwell trysts, his smile always friendly, never critical.”Hey, Aryan,” she greeted, against a pillar, the camisole hiking up to expose her pussy, her clit. He ran over, his friends diverted, and she took him to a secluded corner by the parking lot, the camisole slit high up on her thighs. “Want to have some fun? ” she breathed, her breasts tumbling out, nipples brushing against his chest. Aryan nodded, his eyes ravenous, and she spun him against a wall, unzipping his pants, his cock hard and erect. She straddled him, positioning him in her pussy, rubbing her clit on him as she rode, her moans gentle but wanton, her breasts jouncing, exposed completely through the armholes. Unbeknownst to her, Rohan had come back early, having parked his vehicle close by. He trailed behind them, his breath catching as he watched from a position behind a van, his lust warring with a flicker of shock—she hadn’t informed him of Aryan. The boy fucked her hard, her vagina clutching him, her clit pulsating, and he withdrew, spurting on her face and clit, white streaks running down her cheeks and vagina. Aryan smiled, zipping up, and ran away to catch up with his friends, yelling, “Gotta play! ” Sonia pulled up her camisole, cum dripping, and turned to move away.”Sonia,” Rohan’s voice rang out, cold and low, behind a tree. She froze, speechless, her heart pounding, cum glistening on her face and clit, the camisole a stained rag. “You fucked the neighbor kid,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes dark with anger and arousal. “You’re cheating behind my back.”Sonia’s breath caught, fear mixing with thrill. “Rohan, I—” she stammered, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a secluded corner of the courtyard, the evening shadows hiding them. “Your whore,” he snarled, his voice trembling, “but you don’t keep this from me.” He pinioned her against a wall, his fingers skimming the cum on her clit, his eyes blazing. “Spooked me,” she breathed, her shuddering body, but he knelt, lapping up the cum from her cunt, his tongue circling over her clit, wiping up Aryan’s deposit, then her face, relishing every last drop.He rose, zipping down his pants, and screwed her in the open air, camisole pushed up, breasts jouncing, her cunt moist and taken, her cries loud. “You’re mine,” he grunted, driving deep, “but I need you to fuck harder. Everyone. Anywhere.” He ejaculated inside her, her climax flooding through, the patio deserted but the chance of neighbors overhearing, listening, thrilling.Sonia nodded, her body humming, Rohan’s acceptance a perverse liberty.undefined”Get me more guys,” she breathed, cum still dried to her skin, her clit shining. “I’ll fuck them all.” Rohan smirked, his hand on her ass, guiding her back to the apartment, her camisole barely covering her, the city alive with new possibilities for her endless craving.