Radha's Story Pt. 01

Ankit and Radha Pandey were sitting in their balcony of their 4-bedroom villa in the suburbs of east Mumbai, having a cup of tea. It was a pleasant evening, as Radha's phone buzzed with a text notification. Ankit observed a slightly surprised expression of Radha. She half-heartedly replied with some message. Moments later, a smile crept up on her face. As Ankit continued to sip his tea, Radha continued chatting on her phone. Then, a phone call arrived. Radha did not waste time in answering the call, stood up from her chair and walked away.

Ankit, 27, and Radha, 22, have been married for over a year now. Ankit is a successful strategy manager at a prestigious consultancy firm in Mumbai. He was brought up in a conservative family with a good education background. He has always been good at academics, but he is also a smart guy. Even though he comes from a rich background, he had to work hard to make a name for himself. Along his career, he had a couple of failed relationships. He was not a virgin when he married Radha.

Around two years ago, Ankit's parents sent him the profile of Radha, as a bride-prospect for him. At the time Ankit was just coming out of a failed romantic relationship. His ex-girlfriend cheated on him with a wannabe actor, who looked a lot taller and bigger than Ankit. Ankit himself is a good-looking man, 5'8", fair and looked lean and athletic. This other guy is almost 4 inches taller than him, but with wider shoulders and chest, built like a hunk.

When he first looked at Radha he was mesmerized by her beauty. She hails from a small semi-urban town in Uttarakhand, with a Bachelor's degree in law. She was fair, around 5 foot 4 inches tall, hour-glass figure with a beautiful face. The most striking feature on her face being her heart shaped full lips. He further looked at the other pictures in her profile; her in traditional salwar and sarees, and modern jeans. In all the full pictures, he could sense her hidden physical structure. She has well-proportioned chest and an ass to die for. He expressed his consent to his parents, and soon a joyful wedding happened.

In the present day, Radha comes back after a 15-minute call.

"Who was it?" inquired Ankit.

"Oh, that was my friend Vinay, from my hometown" Replied Radha.

Ankit - "Oh. Was he at our wedding?"

Radha - "Yes, he was. He is one of my closest friends from college. We hung out all the time, even at our family functions."

Radha browsed her folders and showed the group picture that was taken on the podium at their reception. The photo featured Radha and Ankit in the center, with her friends on either side of them. Radha pointed out to the tall guy who stood next to her.

Radha - "That's Vinay."

At the time, Ankit didn't bother as to why a guy was standing next to her. It was an insignificant thing. There were almost 5 other girls on stage and only 2 guys. As Ankit recalled, she had a slight gloomy face in this particular picture, compared to others. Vinay was built like a bull. It was fairly evident in the picture. He was dressed okay, but he was taller than Ankit by a good 6 inches, which puts him taller than Radha by almost one foot. He sported broad shoulders and thick arms, and what seemed a flat waist. He struck a model-kind pose standing next to Ankit's bride. It almost looked like Radha was his girl.

'If this was her closest friend group, why is Radha's face dull in this picture' Ankit mused.

"That's nice. What's the news?" asked Ankit.

With a smile, Radha replied, "He just landed a great job a good law firm in Mumbai. He knew that I stay in Mumbai now. He just wanted advice on where to rent out a flat here, close to his work place."

Ankit - "Did you help him out?"

Radha - "Yes, I've suggested a few areas around that place that he can look at. He also wanted to catch up, since it's almost been two years."

Since their marriage, Radha's friends visited her occasionally when they were in the city. It was mostly her lady friends, and they either met at Ankit and Radha's home or some restaurant.

"Where will you be meeting him?" he asked.

Radha - "If it is okay with you, I'm thinking of meeting at the coffee place down the street?"

Ankit - "That's sounds good. Or you guys can meet for lunch at a good restaurant for that matter."

Radha nodded and finished her tea, took the finished cup from Ankit and headed to the kitchen.

Even though Radha is a law graduate, she never practiced after college. After their marriage she has been a good homemaker, taking care of her husband. Ankit and Radha don't have intention of conceiving yet.

In their early married life, Radha had been a shy person. Ankit and Radha, both barely managed to climax on bed. Whenever they went out, she covered her body fully and felt a bit shy whenever she wore skirts out on dinner dates. After their first few sexual encounters she started to blossom out of her bud. She slowly became a little more vocal in bed. With encouragement from Ankit, she started to try out 'comfortable' modern dresses, at least at home. Soon, Ankit started to buy her single-piece party wear, short summer gowns and denim shorts.

For their honeymoon getaway to Australia, Ankit bought her a couple of dresses that Radha felt to be too 'out there'. One of them was a pair of denim shorts she wore on a trek. They reached only a couple of inches below her crotch and flaunted her long milky legs. She wore a white tank top that showed her toned midriff.

Radha's father is a retired Army serviceman. He brought her up with discipline, towards her habits and her commitments to physical fitness. In her school days, Radha was a track athlete and in her college days, she practiced yoga at home. She even taught yoga to little girls in the neighborhood in the mornings.

After their marriage, Ankit encouraged her to visit the lady's gym close to their home. In one year of her strict training from her gym coach, she turned out even more sexy. Her waist grew thinner and her ass succulent. Thighs and calves looked sharper. Even in bed, her hunger increased, making her more vocal in bed. This meant it is tougher for Ankit to give her orgasms.

The other daring dress was a long black gown that reached her heels, but flaunted a deep V-neck. That was the most daring dress Radha ever had to wear in her life. That was the first time, Ankit saw her profound cleavage outside their bedroom. When they walked to the restaurant on their last day in Australia, many eyes were on her. The dress hugged her waist and bottom like second skin and the push bra made her DD-cup tits even more enticing. The jewel of the crown is the slim gold-corded, simple yet elegant, Mangal sutra (the type that went with modern dresses, not the traditional style).

While ordering, Ankit caught the waiter peeking into her cleavage. With the necklace, her boobs looked even more alluring. The busboys too, glimpsed at her cleavage whenever they had the chance. Ankit started to enjoy the attention his wife was getting, even on a strange land. That night they had the most vigorous sex he remembers. Both of them came multiple times. That's when Ankit decided to continue to show her off back in India too.

In the present, Ankit and Radha went on with their normal Friday evening. That night Radha initiated the love-making. They hadn't had much sex in the past week. These days, it became a norm to make love twice or thrice a week. However today, Ankit felt a slightly different Radha. She felt as vigorous as on their honeymoon.

He doesn't know why, but Ankit recalled the photo - the photo of Radha's classmates on their reception. His vision focused on just the two of them together, Vinay and Radha. He always knew Radha wasn't a virgin when they married. She felt uncomfortable the two times he asked about it, hence swore to never ask about it again. He knew he wasn't a saint either.

"Fuck me from behind" Radha said, as she got on all fours. Ankit continued to push his 4-inch dick into her pussy.

Then he thought of the unthinkable. 'What if Radha and Vinay are more than friends? What if it was Vinay who banged her before she got married?' The thought turned into a vision. He looked at her ass as he took her in doggy style. He imagined the bulky strong hands holding her waist and thrusting into her.

Ankit - "Fuck, I'm cumming!"

He came hard into her pussy. With a heavy breath he fell forward on her as she too, collapsed on the bed under his weight.

Radha - "that was... intense. You came already?"

Ankit - "yeah baby. Fuck, that was something." He regained and caught his breath.

Radha - "Can you go again? I hadn't cum yet."

Ankit - "I am sorry honey. I am sorry." He felt bad about her not finishing. He rolled over and laid on the bed.

Radha - "that's okay hon. I'm glad you liked it." And smiled.

Soon, Ankit drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night, he heard couple of notifications on Radha's phone. But he was too tired to open his eyes and check it.

=X---X=

In the morning, Ankit was treated to a fresh bed tea by Radha, who woke up a while ago. While she was on chores, he recalled Radha receiving some texts in the middle of the night. Curious, he looked at her wife's mobile laying on the bedside table. He got up from the bed.

'What if they are texts from him?' he thought.

He walked over to the other side of bed and picked up her phone. Since he knew the password, he unlocked the screen and opened her chats. He felt guilty of doing it, but he was too curious to not check out, especially after last night.

Just as he presumed, there were late night texts from Vinay. The last message time-stamped at 02:55 AM. That was long after he went to sleep.

"What do you want for breakfast hon?" shouted Radha from the kitchen.

"Bread toast, milk and eggs" he hollered back in reply. He sat down on the bed and continued to go through the chat. He scrolled all the way up to the first message and started reading from there. Since, Radha is preparing the breakfast she will be busy for a bit.

The messages started shortly after their love-making session. It started simply on the topics of news back home, her new life in Mumbai, his new job, their friends, etc. Soon the conversations drifted towards their squad days in college. They had quite a lot of fun back in the day.

Then Ankit saw a message that made his heart skip a turn.

Vinay: do you remember our first kiss?

Radha: come on, stop it, Vinay. I thought we have moved on from that.

Vinay: I remember that. Where we kissed, when we kissed and all the other times we kissed.

Radha: stop it. Now I'm married Vinay.

Vinay: I know. But I can't forget all the lovely moments I had with you. And all the other fun we had at your home. Don't say you don't remember.

'I was correct', Ankit thought. 'Vinay and Radha were sleeping together back in the day. That too at her home.'

Radha: I remember too.

Vinay: you were the hottest of all the women in our town. The best sex I had.

Radha: Me too.

That reply sunk Ankit's core to a new low. He was fine knowing that she slept with him before him. 'But is he the best sex she ever had?'

Vinay: I still remember our secret trip to my uncle's village. You were pretty wild that day. No one was at his home and you too the opportunity to suck me dry. You are the best cocksucker I've ever known.

Vinay was pulling all the guns here.

Radha: please don't talk like that.

Vinay went on to describe the events of the day. Details on how she sucked his cock multiple times and drank his cum, and the three orgasms she had in under 30 minutes. Details on how she begged him to take him raw and fuck her hard like she loves to be. She even removed her bra and panties on their return bike ride, gifted it to him as souvenir of their crazy trip.

Ankit knew what Vinay was doing to her. He is arousing her by having her recollect her memories. But Ankit never imagined her to be this wild. No wonder it took him considerable effort to get her to cum. She had so much experience in her.

Next came the photos. Vinay went on to send topless erotic shots he took of Radha on their trip. All the while, Radha didn't reply but just viewed the images. One of them is a nude shot of her topless, with white, thick, gooey substance on her big tits. Her eyes were full of lust.

Ankit guessed what her silence meant. 'She must have masturbated to those pictures and memories.'

Vinay: I still think of you. I often jerk off to these pics. Shit, right now, it's making me hard and I'm thinking of how well you would've ridden my dick till it wore off.

Radha: do you still have pics of me doing it with you?

That question from Radha, sunk Ankit's soul even lower. But oddly, he felt more excited than ever. He was experiencing mixed emotions. As he scrolled down, his eyes were treated to a picture of his cock in Radha's mouth.

Ankit didn't understand what was happening to him. He really loved Radha. After his last breakup, he would have never imagined to bear his partner cheating on him, even on phone. But here he was, thoroughly conflicted, but weak to stop reading it and take action.

It was an extremely erotic pic. Vinay had a porn star like cock - long, 9 inches, much thicker than he was. Veins on the shaft clearly visible and the cockhead in his wife's mouth, her eyes directly on the camera lens.

Ankit could not bear this thrill anymore. He made his way to the bathroom and wanked his dick hard, looking at the picture. He came in less than a minute. At the same time, subconsciously, he accepted his wife phone-cheating on him. The next few messages confirmed that Radha and Vinay masturbated and came.

Vinay sent a pic of his cum and asked her to do the same, for old times' sake. She denied, but sent a daring picture taken in the mirror of their bathroom. She posed sensually in her translucent night gown, without bra. Her large orbs of flesh and erect nipples visible underneath.

Then Vinay sent some video. He thought there was not enough time, then and there, to watch it. So, he transferred the clip to his mobile and deleted any trace of it ever being transferred. He soon freshened up. The couple had a normal Monday breakfast.

Before stepping out of his front door, Ankit asked, "When is your friend coming?"

Radha - "This Sunday. His first day at office would be Wednesday." That Sunday, Ankit would be home. A strange desire started forming in his mind.

Ankit - "He can visit our home, if he likes. Why bother going out in this heat! You guys can catch up here at home. And I'll be here too. I guess it would be nice if I could meet your friends."

Radha felt a little uncomfortable at the thought. She reluctantly agreed.

Ankit - "Its settled then. Make us a nice meal for the day. Does he drink any alcohol? Whiskey?"

Radha - "Yeah, he drinks from time to time, whiskey or beer."

Ankit - "Anything for you, hon?"

Radha - "Tequila."

Though she was brought up in conservative family setup, Radha consumed alcohol a couple of times before their marriage. Ankit encouraged her to give company after their marriage.

At the office, Ankit was growing impatient. He wanted to watch the video sent by Vinay to Radha as soon as he was free. But the morning schedule was quite packed. He finished his lunch quickly and made way to his spacious corner office in downtown Mumbai. The workplace is on the 15th floor of a commercial office complex. His office chair faced the door, while his back was towards a full glass window that overlooked a few of the other commercial complexes in the area.

He quickly opened the video file. The video was set in what seemed a paddy field, on a partition between the fields. The sugarcane was tall, ripe for harvest. Hence the space seemed fully covered on all sides, but prone to any trespassers. Vinay is sitting on his knees, his back to the camera, going at it on some woman, fair, great jiggling ass and swinging boobs as Vinay pounded from behind. Her hair covered the sides of her face, making it difficult to identify her. But Ankit could recognise that hot body any day. It was unmistakably his wife. Radha was moaning quite loudly. Ankit recognized that she was quite close to cumming, as Vinay held her hips and pounded her through the orgasm. Ankit realized the lovers were not alone. It was a third-person who filmed this clip.

After a few breaths while his dick still in her pussy, Vinay picked up his pace. Soon, he pulled out his big cock and started jerking off his cum. The first few shots landed on Radha's back and the next few big drops started falling on her ass. Vinay turned his face towards the camera and slapped Radha's ass. She fell forward onto the grass, her face still obscured by her long mane. He then stood up, showing off his huge cock covered in her juices. He folded his elbow and flaunted his full chest, abs and biceps, held his tongue out in a broad grin.

The video ended there. Ankit looked at his crotch. He was hard, his penis was pushing against his trousers. He wanted to watch it again. Just as he was about to play the clip, his colleague, Ranjit entered his office.

Ranjit - "Why are you looking flushed? What are you up to?"

Ankit - "nothing. Nothing."

Ranjit didn't buy it. He knew Ankit was up to something behind his desk. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He doesn't know why, but Ankit didn't make an effort to hide the phone.

"What are you watching? Show me", asked Ranjit, making his way close to Ankit.

Ankit considered the options he has here. He could just lock his phone and shoo his colleague away. But he didn't want to do that. His desire to show off his wife took over, only Ranjit wouldn't know that it was Ankit's wife. He felt there won't be any complications there.

Ankit played the clip.

Ranjit - "Damn, that's one hot piece of ass."

Ankit felt strangely proud of how Ranjit commented on his wife's ass. "Look at him go! That slut has some nice tits too", continued Ranjit. Ankit glanced at Ranjit's crotch and spotted that he was hard. They watched together the entire video.

"I never knew you were so naughty, Ankit. If only I could bang that sexy thing, she'd only walk differently the next day", whispered Ranjit.

After a brief pause, he continued "And I would be too. Ha-ha" and smacked Ankit's shoulder. Ankit could only smirk, feeling a newfound pride deep down.

=X---X=

That night Ankit and Radha indulged in another session of hot sex. Ankit came thinking of how Vinay fucked his wife in the fields. That would be some three years ago. During their marriage though, Ankit is fairly confident that Radha is faithful.

Until Sunday arrived, they had sex every night and every morning, Ankit cumming to the same thought every time.

Vinay arrived at noon that Sunday. Radha wore her red traditional salwar kameez. They had lunch and the rest of the day was quite uneventful. All three of them engaged in talking and sharing news, munching on the treats made by the wife.

Come evening, Vinay had to take a couple of virtual calls with his HR manager before his joining that week. Meanwhile, Ankit got ready after bathing in a causal t-shirt and shorts. When Radha came out of the shower, she put on her black bra and matching panties, as Ankit watched her, seated on the bed. She took out a fresh pair of salwar kameez.

"What? Don't stare at your wife like that. She is not new", said Radha, jokingly.

"Nothing. I was just thinking, why bother dressing up in salwar kameez again. He is not some loathful elder who would judge you" replied Ankit.

Radha - "what should I wear then?"

Ankit - "you could just wear your shorts and t-shirt. He is your college friend. And the fact that we are going to have drinks now, you should be comfortable."

Radha agreed. Before she could pick out her clothes, Ankit said, "wear your white t-shirt and the brown short-y shorts."