I cheated on my wife – Part 1

Harish leaned back in his chair, the dim glow of his phone screen illuminating his face as he typed. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above him.

Pallavi had fallen asleep hours ago, her breathing steady and calm. But Harish couldn’t sleep. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

His phone buzzed.

Diksha: You still up, Bhai? (Diksha best friend of Pallavi)

Harish chuckled under his breath. Bhai. That word had always been their little inside joke, a mask they wore in front of Pallavi. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, there was an unspoken tension lingering between them, like a spark waiting to ignite.

Harish: Yeah. Can’t sleep.

Diksha: Me neither. Bored out of my mind. Wanna play truth or dare?

Harish raised an eyebrow. Truth or dare? It wasn’t exactly subtle, but then again, neither was Diksha. She had always been bold and unafraid to push boundaries. That was one of the things he liked about her—no, loved about her. He hesitated for a moment before typing back.

Harish: Sure. Why not? You go first.

Diksha: Truth or dare, Bhai?

Harish: Truth.

Diksha: What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done that Pallavi doesn’t know about?

Harish’s heart skipped a beat. He glanced toward the bedroom, making sure Pallavi was still asleep. Then he typed: Nice try. But I don’t kiss and tell.

Diksha: Lame. Fine, it’s your turn. Truth or dare?

Harish: (smirked) Dare.

Diksha: I dare you to send me a shirtless pic.

Harish: (laughed softly) Really? That’s the best you’ve got?

Diksha: Come on, Bhai. Don’t be shy. Or are you scared Pallavi will find out?

Harish rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. He pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his toned chest, and snapped a quick photo. He sent it with the caption: Happy now?

Diksha: Very. My turn. Dare.

Harish thought for a moment, his pulse quickening. This was dangerous territory, but he couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through him. I dare you to send me a pic, too. Something interesting.

There was a long pause, and Harish wondered if he’d gone too far. But then his phone buzzed again. He opened the message, and his breath caught in his throat. It was a photo of Diksha in nothing but a lacy black bra. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile.

Diksha: Interesting enough for you, Bhai?

Harish swallowed hard, his body reacting instantly. More than enough, he typed. Your turn: Truth or dare?

Diksha: Dare.

Harish hesitated, his fingers trembling slightly as he typed: I dare you to take off the bra.

Another pause. Then, another buzz. This time, the photo left no room for imagination. Diksha stared back at him, her bare chest exposed, her nipples hard and inviting. Harish’s hand instinctively moved to his crotch, adjusting himself as he tried to keep his composure.

Harish: Fuck, Diksha. You’re killing me.

Diksha: Good. Now it’s your turn. Dare.

Harish didn’t even think twice. He stripped off his boxers and took a picture, his erection fully visible. He sent it with the caption: Your turn.

Diksha’s response came almost instantly. A video call request popped up on his screen. Harish’s heart raced as he accepted it.

Diksha’s face appeared on the screen, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed. “Miss me, Bhai?” she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Harish grinned. “Always.”

She tilted the camera downward, giving him a full view of her naked body. Her hand trailed down her stomach, fingers brushing against her inner thigh. “What do you want me to do, Bhai?” she whispered.

Harish’s breath hitched. “Touch yourself.”

Diksha obeyed, her fingers slipping between her legs as she let out a soft moan. Harish mirrored her actions, his hand moving slowly up and down his length. They watched each other intently, their breathing growing heavier with every stroke, every gasp.

“Faster,” Harish urged, his voice rough with desire.

Diksha obliged, her movements becoming more urgent. “Harder,” she countered, biting her lip.

Harish matched her pace, his grip tightening as he edged closer to climax. “I’m close,” he groaned.

“Me too,” Diksha panted. “Don’t stop.”

Their moans filled the silence, both of them teetering on the edge of ecstasy. And then, together, they fell over it, their bodies shuddering with release.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, basking in the afterglow. Finally, Diksha broke the silence. “Goodnight, Bhai. Sweet dreams.”

Harish chuckled softly. “Goodnight, Diksha.”

The call ended, and Harish collapsed onto the couch, his heart racing. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The thrill, the secrecy, the pure, raw pleasure—it was addicting.

And he wanted more.

The next afternoon, the three of them met at a cosy café downtown. Pallavi was chatting animatedly, oblivious to the tension between Harish and Diksha.

“So, what did you two get up to last night?” Pallavi asked, sipping her cappuccino.

Diksha smirked, her eyes locking with Harish’s. “Oh, we had quite the adventure, didn’t we, Bhai?”

Harish grinned, his foot brushing against Diksha’s under the table. “Definitely. Your friend is very entertaining.”

Pallavi laughed, swatting Diksha playfully. “What did you do this time?”

“Nothing much,” Diksha said innocently, though her cheeks were tinged with pink. “Just a little game of truth or dare.”

Harish reached under the table, his hand finding Diksha’s. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and she glanced at him, her eyes dark with desire.

The next day, Diksha called Harish on his mobile and asked if he could meet her today. Harish’s heart pounded as he stood outside Diksha’s apartment door. The small box of condoms in his pocket felt heavier with every passing second.

He glanced at his phone one last time, the text from Diksha still glowing on the screen: “Come over tonight. Just us.” He knew what this meant. The tension between them had been building for weeks since that risky late-night video call. Tonight, there would be no more pretending.

He knocked, and the door swung open almost immediately. Diksha stood there, her hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing a simple yet alluring dress that hugged her curves in just the right places. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she stepped aside to let him in.

“So, you came,” she said softly, her voice laced with a teasing tone. Harish swallowed hard. His eyes took in the dimly lit apartment, the soft music playing in the background. The intoxicating scent of her perfume filled the air.

“I wasn’t going to miss this,” he replied, his voice low but steady. He could feel the heat radiating between them. An unspoken understanding was that tonight was about crossing lines they’d only flirted with.

Dinner was a blur. They sat across from each other at her small dining table, their conversation light and casual, but their eyes said everything words couldn’t. Harish noticed how Diksha’s fingers lingered on her wine glass.

Her gaze dropped to his lips every so often, and she shifted in her seat as if unable to sit still. The tension was unbearable, and by the time they moved to the living room to “watch a movie,” Harish could barely think straight.

They sat close on the sofa. The TV flickered with some forgettable film that neither had paid attention to. Harish’s hand rested on the cushion beside Diksha’s thigh, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch her. Finally, he gave in. His hand slid over hers, their fingers intertwining.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned to him, her eyes dark with longing. Harish leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck. She smelled like heaven, a mix of vanilla and something uniquely her. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, a soft, tentative kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

Then, without warning, he bit her gently on the neck, just enough to make her gasp. Diksha’s reaction was instantaneous. She turned to him, her hands grabbing his face as she pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. Their lips crashed together, hungry and urgent.

Harish’s tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring her with a ferocity that made her moan. She climbed onto his lap, her thighs straddling his hips as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Harish’s hands roamed her body, sliding down her back to grip her ass, pulling her closer to him. Their kiss was wild, messy, and full of pent-up desire. Diksha broke away for a moment, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Me too,” Harish admitted, his hands already working to pull her dress over her head. She didn’t resist, helping him as quickly as she could. Soon, she was sitting in his lap, wearing nothing but her lace bra and panties. Harish’s eyes devoured her, his hands running up her sides, feeling the softness of her skin.

“Your turn,” Diksha said with a mischievous grin, her fingers already working on the buttons of his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders. Her hands moved to his belt. In moments, they were both naked, their bodies pressed together, skin against skin.

Harish laid her down on the sofa. His lips trailed kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to tease her nipples with his tongue. She arched her back, moaning softly as his hands explored every inch of her. He kissed lower, his lips brushing against her inner thighs before finally finding her core.

Her taste was intoxicating, and Harish took his time, savouring every moment. His tongue circled her clit, slowly at first, then faster as her moans grew louder. One hand gripped her thigh, holding her open while the other teased her entrance, sliding a finger inside her.

Diksha’s hands fisted in his hair, her hips bucking against his mouth as she spiralled closer to climax.

“Oh God, Harish… don’t stop,” she begged, breathless. He obeyed, his tongue relentless until she cried out, her body trembling as she came undone.

When she finally caught her breath, Diksha pushed him back, her eyes glinting with mischief. “My turn,” she said, kneeling on the floor before him. Her hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly. She leaned in to take him into her mouth.

Harish groaned, his head falling back as she worked him expertly. Her tongue swirled around the tip before taking him deeper. Harish lost control, his hands gripping her hair as he thrust into her mouth. His movements grew harder, faster.

Diksha didn’t protest. Her moans sent vibrations through him that drove him wild. With one final thrust, he came, his release spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.

For a moment, they sat there, catching their breath. The weight of what they’d just done settled over them. Then, Harish stood, lifting Diksha into his arms. “Bedroom?” he suggested, but she shook her head, a sly smile spreading across her lips.

“Kitchen,” she said firmly. “Pallavi told me it’s your fantasy. And I’m here to make all your fantasies come true.”

Harish grinned, carrying her to the kitchen and setting her on the counter. He reached for his pants, pulling out the box of condoms, but Diksha stopped him. “No,” she said, placing her hand over his. “I want to feel you raw. Cum inside me. I’ll take a pill.”

Harish hesitated for only a moment before nodding. He positioned himself between her legs, her wetness coating his length as he pressed against her entrance. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, both of them gasping at the sensation of being completely connected.

Their rhythm started slow, Harish savouring every inch of her, but the pace didn’t take long to quicken. Diksha’s nails dug into his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she urged him on. “Fuck me harder, Harish,” she moaned, her voice ragged with need.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more intense, each one driving her closer to the edge. Diksha’s moans grew louder, her body tightening around him as she neared another climax. Harish felt his release building, his breathing heavy as he fucked her with everything he had.

“Come inside me,” Diksha whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. That was all it took. Harish thrust one final time, his release spilling into her as she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure.

They stayed like that for a moment, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. Then, Diksha looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and something else—something dangerous.

“Next time,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “we’re trying the balcony.”

This was only the beginning. Their secret hung heavy in the air, unspoken yet palpable, as they sat there, smiling and laughing like nothing was amiss. But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing, threatening to tear everything apart.

And Harish couldn’t wait to see how it would all unfold.

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