That evening, the park near their apartment was alive with evening joggers and vendors, the streetlights casting shadows. Sonia wore her white camisole, the cum-stained fabric practically transparent, her 34DD breasts bouncing, nipples hard, her clit glistening and visible as she walked, the arrow of hair a blatant invitation. Rohan led her to a secluded grove, the kids at home with a sitter, and pointed to two men—construction workers, mid-30s, rough and muscular—waiting by a bench. “I found them at the site nearby,” Rohan whispered, his eyes wild. “Fuck them. Let them mark you.”
Sonia approached, the camisole riding up, her pussy and clit exposed. “Lost?” she purred, leaning close, her breasts nearly popping out, the side curves fully visible. The first worker grinned, his hands grabbing her hips, feeling her bare skin. Rohan sat on a nearby bench, pretending to scroll his phone, his eyes locked on her. She led the workers behind a cluster of trees, the camisole hiked to her waist, her breasts spilling out, nipples hard. The first worker unzipped, his cock thick and pulsing, and she straddled him on the grass, guiding him into her wet pussy, her clit rubbing against him as she rode, her moans soft but reckless. His hands squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples, as he thrust deep, her pussy gripping him. He pulled out, cumming on her face, thick ropes dripping down her cheeks, some landing on her clit, coating the arrow of hair.
The second worker pinned her against a tree, his cock sliding into her pussy, still slick with cum, her clit throbbing as he pounded her, her breasts bouncing wildly, fully exposed through the armholes. He came on her pussy, white streaks dripping over her clit, mixing with the first load. Sonia stood, cum dripping from her face and pussy, the camisole a stained rag, and walked back to Rohan, park-goers staring, some whispering. He pulled her into the car, licking the cum from her clit, his tongue swirling over her swollen bud, then her face, savoring the taste of two men. He fucked her in the backseat, her pussy wet and used, her moans echoing as her breasts bounced, the camisole bunched at her waist.
Friday, Sonia was back at work, her office a playground for her secret betrayals. She wore a sheer black saree with a red noodle-strap blouse, the fabric clinging to her 34DD breasts, nipples visible, no bra or panties, her clit exposed beneath the saree’s edge, the arrow of hair a guide. Rohan’s dares were public, but at work, Sonia played her own game, fucking men behind his back, the thrill of cheating fueling her.
During lunch, she lured Vikram, her 29-year-old lover, to the storage room, her saree hiked up, blouse untied, breasts spilling out. He fucked her against a shelf, his cock deep in her pussy, her clit grinding against him, her moans loud as she came, his cum dripping on her pussy, coating her clit. Later, she seduced a new intern, 22, in the empty conference room, straddling him on a chair, her saree bunched at her waist, breasts bouncing as she rode him, his cum splattering her face. A third man, a visiting client, caught her in the break room, and she let him fuck her against the counter, her pussy wet, clit throbbing, his cum dripping down her thighs. She returned to her desk, cum crusted on her face and pussy, the saree barely hiding it, coworkers whispering but none daring to speak. Sonia reveled in the secrecy, knowing Rohan would hear only what she chose to confess.