Betrayal
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My girlfriend- Avni- is a very sophisticated but a simple girl. She had never been in a relationship before meeting me- Prateek; and hence, having her in my life completes my life and we love each other a lot.Though she loves me a lot, I’ve always viewed her as a sex machine. In fact, we got into a relationship because I made her drink too much one night and then fucked her in my car. Because she’s a one-man girl, she was hence compelled to enter into a relationship with me. I need a regular girl for sex too, so making her my girlfriend is a win-win situation for both of us.
One day, I was just going through Avni’s mobile and was stunned to see an unknown number with which she was chatting for a very long time. I asked Avni about it but she got very upset and told me not to mistrust her as she loves me very much and can’t even think of deceiving me. She mentioned that it was an internet chat friend with whom she’s just flirting. I didn’t really care very much and went to sleep (of course, after fucking her.)
After about two weeks, Avni’s phone rang but she was in the bathroom. Seeing the same unknown number on the caller ID, I picked up the phone and answered it. For a brief amount of time, no one on the other line said anything, and then the person dis-connected the phone. I felt awkward and re-dialed the same number. The person on the other line didn’t pick up the phone this time. I was perplexed to see this behavior of the caller and decided that I should let Avni talk to him/her.
When Avni came from the bathroom, I told her about the situation and she seemed a little upset and confused over it. She told me to forget it as the caller seemed to be playing pranks. I ignored the situation and we both sat down to have lunch. While we were eating, Avni excused herself and said that she’ll be back in a moment. Thinking that she might be going to the bathroom, I continued eating.
When even after five minutes that Avni didn’t return back, I suspected foul play and went to take a look on what’s happening. As soon as I came near the bedroom, I over-heard Avni talking to someone on the phone. Her conversation was continuing as follows: “….. woh toh theek hai par maine tumhein kitni baar mana kiya hai ki mere mobile par mat phone kiya karo. Aaj agar Prateek se tum kuch oot-patang keh dete toh gazab ho jaata. ….. nahin main darti nahin hoon usse; lekin ab kuch kiya bhi toh nahin jaa sakta na. ….. achcha chalo main rakhti hoon, prateek na aa jaye kahin.”
I was very confused on whether what’s happening but decided to remain silent as I myself was contemplating on leaving Avni because I was bored of the same body every day. Although I still used to go to call girls to satisfy my urge of another woman, Avni somehow had started to bore me. Anyway, I let Avni do whatever she wants.
About a week passed without any controversy or major action. One day as I returned home from the call girl’s house in the evening, I saw the lights on of our bedroom and saw a man like figure who was lying on the bed on some kind of a pillow. I usually return after doing my business around 10 in the night; since the call girl I was seeing was busy with satisfying a local MLA, I had to leave early and return home around 7:30.
Because our flat was on the ground floor, there was a broken window that was more than enough to peep inside the bedroom. Although we did installed curtains on the windows; co-incidentally, the curtains were given to the washer man to wash and the windows were naked and available for a good view. Because Avni don’t really care much about the condition of the house, she must not have noticed that the bedroom window is broken and everything is visible.
When I peeped through the window, I was astonished to see that there was a man who was lying on my bed. It seemed that he had come in only a little while ago as Anjali was combing her hair and organizing the pillows and blanket on the bed. Anjali must not had a single clue that I would come home early that day; therefore, it looked that she invited her secret admirer that evening.
I continued to peep through the window to see what was happening. There was a chair lying near my flat on which the watchman sits during the day hours, and I dragged that chair to enjoy the live porn that was going in front of me. My girlfriend, who was once supposed to become my wife was getting ready for some action in secrecy. This thought itself was enough to make me both angry as well as excited; however, my old urge to see Avni in compromising situations with other men was suppressing my anger.
That man (his name, which I later came to know is Kunal) suddenly pulled Anjali towards him and in the process, Anjali fell on the bed facing him. Anjali was wearing a saree at this moment. For some time, the couple kept on talking in a very low voice that I wasn’t able to capture. Very soon, Kunal started to take off Anjali’s saree with a blow. On experiencing this, Anjali seemed to be very content and satisfied. She immediately closed her eyes and started to feel the sensation of getting undressed.
Soon, Anjali’s saree fell on the floor and Anjali was lying down with Kunal in blowse and petticot. Kunal started to lick Anjali’s naked navel now and Anjali’s breaths kept on increasing. Kunal suddenly took off from the bed and went somewhere. Within a minute, Kunal brought a bottle that seemed like beer. On seeing the bottle of beer, Anjali got a little afraid and urged Kunal to leave the bottle alone and lie down with her. Kunal however abused her loudly this time that I didn’t mind at all. I myself wanted to abuse her at that moment as she was betraying me by having sex with someone else.
Kunal: kutiya, chodte time bola hua hai na tujhe ki main jo karna chahoonga karoonga. ab behenchod ki tarah nah nah mat kar.
Anjali: kunal please, mujhe apne oopar sharab nahin achchi lagti. sharaab ke karan fir se nahana padega.
Kunal: toh naha lena kutiya; main nehlaoonga tujhe aaj toh. tera bhadwa boyfriend bhi nahin hai abhi toh.
Kunal now started to pour beer over Anjali’s blouse and because of the wetness, Anjali’s blouse was looking ultra-tight. Only I know how I controlled myself to fuck Anjali at that moment. The beer was over and Anjali was all drenched in it until her navel. Kunal started to unhook Anjali’s blouse simultaneously pressing her boobs over the blowse. In a moment, Kunal took off Anjali’s blouse completely and she was now lying in a petticoat and red bra.
For about five minutes, Kunal kept on fondling Anjali’s boobs over the bra while also fingering her pussy over the petticoat. Suddenly, Kunal ripped off Anjali’s bra and Anjali was stunned. It looked as if she was feeling a bit scared too. In the process of ripping, Anjali’s bra was tore too from the back. I found this to be really humiliating as I gifted this bra to Anjali after I fucked her for the first time and here it was lying on the floor relentless.
Kunal was sucking Anjali’s boobs like a beast now. He was pressing them hard, biting them even harder, and was treating them as if they’re jelly. It seemed as if Anjali was in agony because her face suggested that she wanted to get over this as soon as possible. It seemed that she was repenting at her decision of calling Kunal to fuck her. Furthermore, I used to fuck Anjali according to her ways and how she liked; therefore, this must had been a terrible experience for the poor girl.
Kunal soon opened Anjali’s petticot and Anjali was lying down in a red panty that had blue dots in it. It’s astonishing as I’ve never seen Anjali wearing this panty before; maybe Kunal gifted it to her. Kunal started to finger Anjali’s pussy over the panty and Anjali was getting too excited. Anjali now started to make moaning noises as if she’s asking Kunal to fuck her directly. Kunal however was enjoying teasing Anjali to the fullest and was making full use of her entire body.After about three minutes of dry fingering, Kunal opened Anjali’s panty and Anjali was now lying all nude in front of us.
Kunal: Maderchod, choot par baal bahut hain; kaatti kyun nahin hai?
Anjali: Kaat loongi lekin abhi toh apna kaam poora karo aur jao. Kahin Prateek aa gaya toh dikkat ho jayegi.
Kunal: Karta hoon meri randi; itni utawali mat ho. Abhi main chod raha hoon; raat ko Prateek ki raand banna. In a moment, Kunal inserted his dick forcefully inside Anjali’s pussy and Anjali shouted.
Anjali: Dheere Kunal Dheere!
Kunal: Chup raand; chup karke ab kaam karne de.
Kunal kept on fucking Anjali for about five minutes while Anjali moaned heavily for most of the session. I saw that Kunal didn’t wear a condom either and decided on coming inside Anjali. I corroborated this when after the fuck, Anjali immediately took I Pill. As soon as Kunal was done coming inside her, he immediately wrapped up and started to leave. On realizing that Kunal is leaving, Anjali started crying.
Anjali: Tum hamesha aisa kyun karte ho Kunal; main tumhari vaishya nahin hoon jo apna kaam karke chalte bante ho.
Kunal: Chup kar maderchod; agar zyada chillaegi toh Prateek ko teri sachchai bata doonga ki main tujhe kaise istemaal karta hoon. Aur waise bhi, maza toh tujhe bhi chahiye rehta hai. chal main jaa raha hoon; kal is time fir aaonga. Aur haan, kal jeans aur shirt pehenkar rehna; woh utarne ka maza hi alag hai, saree aur suit se toh bore ho gaya hoon.
I was devastated on hearing this conversation and realizing that this has been going on since a long time. Kunal immediately left and Anjali sobbed for some time as she was being used as a slut by Kunal. She soon wrapped herself and wore clothes. She then ensured that everything looks normal and usual so that I don’t get a hint of Anjali’s betrayal to me. I also left the window and went to a nearby coffee shop to wait for my usual returning time.
Co-incidentally, Kunal was at the same coffee shop sipping coffee with one of his friends. I overheard him telling his friend about his encounters with Anjali. They were talking very dirty things about Anjali and his friend was asking him to join next time to fuck Anjali. I seemed to be very hurt and angry on hearing this; however, I didn’t want to make the matters worse for all of us. I soon left the place and returned back home.
After returning home, Anjali behaved normally and didn’t let me feel that she has just slept with another man. I relaxed a bit and soon went to my bedroom. Anjali also came with me and started to kiss me all over. It seemed that she was feeling guilty of betraying me. She has also changed into shorts and t-shirt as she knows that I feel pretty horny in seeing her in that dress. I chose to remain calm and quiet and didn’t even mention Kunal’s name or the incidence to Anjali. This would have ruined both Anjali’s and my life.
Later that night, Anjali again got fucked; only this time, it was by me. It seemed that Anjali’s pussy was a bit sore because of the aggressive fucking by Kunal. I however chose to do it slowly so that Anjali enjoys the fuck and doesn’t feel dirty about her. We soon slept in each other’s arms and I kept a firm grip on Anjali’s left boob the entire night. Your comments on this sexual encounter are very welcome. E-mail me at
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