The Descend Pt. 02

(Thank you all so much for all the constructive feedback and the encouragement to write further. While writing the second part I felt I had rushed through the first part a little. So just to warn you, this part is much slower and longer. Thank you for your valuable time if you decide to read this part. And please forgive me if you find mistakes. I am always humbled by your feedback whether good or bad. Enjoy.)

Mohit was in his office, leaning back on his comfortable chair with a pile of files on the table in front of him. He should have been working but his mind was distracted. Although he is a man in his late 30's, the last few weeks have been a reminder of what it is like to be a teenager all over again. He had been getting hard at places that he had no reason to be, he had been thinking about sex at places he shouldn't have been. The reason was his newfound obsession with picturing his wife with the man he could see from his window, scrolling his phone on the driver seat in his car, Rohan.

Both Mohit and Archana expected it to be something that gave them a rush temporarily, and help them spark life back on the bed. It did help them break the walls of their mundane sex life but in addition to that, they found themselves sinking deeper. Even on the days when Mohit was too tired to have sex, he would still want to hear Archana tell him about her masturbation sessions, her encounters with other men in the malls while shopping, perverted looks she got by younger men in the streets, and most importantly, Rohan.

Though Mohit was incredibly turned on by these conversations, Archana was a little worried that he is pushing them to a point that can change the nature of their marriage forever. She knew that it can't be all fun and games for long and sooner or later they would either have to put a cap on it, or they'd find themselves at a point of no return.

A few more days passed, and although things were not progressing physically, Mohit had now begun using the internet to learn more about his desires. He found out about the idea of sharing wives and cuckolding as a practice. He was thrilled to see that there are a lot of people who share his desires and that he wasn't a weirdo. He would spend his time reading stories on the internet and picture his wife in all those scenarios. In his mind, he was ready to take things further.

"Are you crazy!" says Archana panting, breathing heavily, and trying to keep her voice in check after an intense orgasm.

"I know, it sounds extreme, but I think I am ready for it," says Mohit as he emerges from between her legs, wiping his lips as he lays on his back beside his wife.

Archana stayed quiet for a few moments as she is still recovering from her orgasm. Mohit had recently begun using his tongue to pleasure his wife and she didn't want anything else for the moment. She was completely content with this version of her husband that was finally making her cum.

"I...I don't know. It feels so risky and extreme." she says, looking at the ceiling.

She can't help but picture the sight of Rohan in place of Mohit beside her on the bed even as she expresses her reluctance to the idea. It is not the presence of Rohan, but the absence of Mohit that makes her uncomfortable. She wanted to discuss it further but Mohit's snores soon enough killed any hopes. A million thoughts were running through her head. Her husband had just confessed that the idea of her being with other men aroused him. She tossed and turned all night but it was very late by the time she could finally close her eyes.

By the time she woke up the next morning, Mohit was already getting ready. She looked at the watch which had 9:12 flashing on it. She got off the bed with a jerk as Mohit came in the room, ready to head out.

"Oh good morning dear." He said with a smile as he saw Archana

"I'm so sorry, I was having trouble sleeping." she replies in a groggy voice

"Oh don't worry about it. I will send Rohan later to collect my lunch." says Mohit and gives a peck on her cheeks as he waves her goodbye

The mention of Rohan's name once again forces all those thoughts back into her mind. She stretched a little, putting on her robe and starting with her morning rituals. For some strange reason, the turmoil of the last night was much more pleasant when combined with the anticipation of Rohan's arrival. She quickly finished her chores and had a long shower, which had always been her favorite place for her musings. She was dressed in a long robe, having a cup of tea when she heard the doorbell. She opened the door to find what she expected, Rohan.

"Good Morning Madam, Sir has sent me to collect his lunch." said Rohan with a polite smile. It was very difficult to get a read on him with his constant polite expression.

"Oh come in Rohan, are you in a hurry?" asked Archana, as she stepped aside to let him in.

A smile appeared on her face as she can't help but look at him with an alternative perspective. It is one thing to imagine someone on top of you while touching yourself and completely another while they are in front of you in real life.

"No madam, I just have to be back by the lunchtime." he says as he steps in and takes a seat on the couch.

He wasn't very comfortable initially inside the house of his employers, but both Mohit and Archana gradually insisted so much that he outgrew his inhibitions.

"Great, then we can have tea. I missed your tea this morning and I was feeling very guilty." she said with a chuckle as she hands him a cup.

"Why guilty madam, we are all humans only." he says as he takes the cup from her hands.

Archana took the seat opposite to him and crossed her legs, the robe is long enough to cover her properly, but as she sits cross-legged, one of her legs which she shaved that day is visible. Mohit takes the slightest of notices as she sips on her tea.

"So, did your wife liked that dress? You never told me." says Archana after a few moments of silence.

"Oh yes, I am so sorry madam I never thanked you for your help that day. She was a little surprised as she had only seen such dresses in movies and TV, but once she tried it she was very happy." says Rohan with a grin which told that he enjoyed picturing those moments.

"That's great, I am happy I could be of help." says Archana sipping on some more tea.

Mohit's eyes were shuffling to Archana's legs from time to time. Archana didn't pay attention initially, but once she saw Rohan trying to steal glances without making it too obvious, she realized her legs are on display. She immediately felt a tingle between her legs, her breathing gradually getting heavier. Rohan too saw that he had been caught staring at her legs, but what surprised him was that Archana was not trying to cover it or change her position. Rohan had always had a sense of respect for Archana because she was always so nice to him, but he couldn't deny the fact that she was a very attractive woman and would be desired by any man including himself.

Rohan could feel himself getting stiffer in his crotch. His wife did shave her legs, but they weren't as nearly good looking as the woman in front of his eyes. He had jerked off in the past thinking about Archana but he had never had any intentions of doing anything in real life.

"I should get going." he said as he got up.

"I hope you liked it." said Archana, a grin on her face.

"What?" asked Rohan in a little startled voice

"The tea. I hope you liked the tea." replied Archana, smiling wider, as she caught him off guard. She hands him Mohit's lunch bag

"Oh, haha...Yes it was great as always madam." said Rohan in a relieved voice as he takes the bag and quickly heads out.

As Archana closes the door she immediately runs to the bedroom. Slipping out of her robe, she pulls her panties down to find what she expected. Her pussy looked like it was flooded with a huge patch on her panties and the aroma of her juices immediately filling the room. She wastes no time as she began to touch herself.

Her eyes close and her thoughts take her to another world. A world where she had Rohan on her bed, on top of herself, between her legs, and more. Soon enough she was panting hard, her toes curled and her eyes clenched close as she experienced a strong orgasm. She looked at the ceiling fan once more, there was no guilt or shame on her mind as a grin appeared on her face. She had made a decision.

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The bed creaks were the only available sound on top of Rohan and Vimla's moans. Vimla was on all fours as Rohan was taking her from behind. The sound of their skin slapping on each other getting louder with every passing moment. Rohan had his eyes closed, possibly trying to imagine another woman in the place of his wife. Vimla was a short woman, dark-skinned, chubby with 34c cups packed on her chest.

After a few minutes, Rohan grabbed her hips tightly, holding himself still as he began pumping his cum in her. Panting hard, he lays on his back on the bed. Vimla goes to clean herself up and joins him back in the bed. For Vimla, sex was something that she only performed for her husband. She did not have any expectations, nor did she ask any questions whenever her husband initiated it. Rohan found this a little annoying as he was a person with a very high sex drive. He was proud of his manhood and knew his stamina was better than most Indian men. Even though his wife had no complaints about him, he was really upset because of the lack of interest she showed in his efforts. He would experiment with moves, positions and recently even got her a nice dress, but for Vimla sex remained a chore.

But even Vimla could tell that something was different today, Rohan's passion was through the roof in the way he initiated and finished sex. She had no clue what had triggered him that morning but she wasn't curious about it either. Both of them were soon asleep as he had to be up early for the next day's work. Even though Rohan was just a driver, their financial condition was not too bad and Vimla didn't need to work to sustain them like other people around them, which was satisfactory enough for Vimla.

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Archana opened her eyes as she saw the clock flashing 6:30, she slowly got up and stretched herself. On her right was Mohit still asleep. Her face broke into a smile as she started thinking about what happened last night. Mohit came twice in a night while jerking himself as he heard Archana paint a detailed picture of what had happened. There was nothing sexual about the encounter between Archana and Rohan, but she had caught him staring and enjoying the view of her bare legs. This was enough for Mohit as he began to ask question after question, trying to extract everything from her wife about her thoughts, her reaction, and what went through her mind when she masturbated.

Mohit was now almost certain that she would be tempted to take things up a notch, but it would be awkward for her to bring this up herself. So, he had made an excuse about having a meeting in another city over the weekend, to which he would be leaving the next day. Archana was not suspicious about it, but the last moment announcement did make her look at him twice. She didn't mind as she was more comfortable exploring things alone. She didn't even know yet what would she do, or if she would do anything at all.

The bags were packed and Rohan was on time to take Mohit to the airport. As Rohan was loading the bags in the car, Mohit quickly slipped back inside and pulled Archana to the bedroom, out of Rohan's sight for a few moments of kissing.

"Do you think something would happen in my absence?" asks Mohit as his hands begin to play with Archana's breasts

"I don't know." said Archana followed by a gasp

"I am just a phone call away if you want to talk." he says and kisses her on her lips.

Mohit took the flight and checked into one of his favorite resort for the weekend. He wasn't even sure if something is going to happen between his wife and Rohan, but he knew that if he hadn't left them alone then nothing would have happened for sure. He orders drinks for himself and starts a relaxing weekend a few hundred miles away from his wife who now has the weekend and the house for herself.

Rohan too was feeling a little elated and drove back to Archana after dropping Mohit at the airport. He rang the doorbell and Archana once again invited him in for tea.

"Madam if you don't mind me asking, don't you get bored all alone by yourself?" asked Rohan, sipping on his tea.

"Well there is so much to do, but yes, at times I do feel a little bored when I am just sitting here scrolling through my phone." replied Archana

"Oh, I always ask the same thing to Vimla as well, but she is too adjusting. She never has any wish to go for a vacation or something similar," says Rohan

"Well, women have always been adjusting to our culture. I don't think we can blame her." replies Archana

"Yes madam, you are right. That is why I always ask her if she wants to go somewhere, just for a day or two. But she always refuses."

"So, what are you going to do? I guess you too are free till Mohit comes back from his trip."

"Well, if you did not have any plans madam, I was thinking about taking a trip to my village. I don't have any relatives remaining there but there is a portion of land and I like to visit it sometimes."

"Oh I didn't know that." said Archana, faking a cheerful voice. She was disappointed to hear that Rohan would be leaving her alone as well.

"Yes, so did you had any plans, madam?" He asks again

Archana tries to think of something quickly, but couldn't, and to avoid any embarrassment she says, "No, you are free to go Rohan."

"Oh thank you so much, madam. I think I will go to tomorrow." He says with a smile

Archana just smiles in response, cursing herself for not coming up with something in time. But on the other hand, she never was very comfortable with the idea of initiating anything. There is silence for a few moments as Rohan finishes his tea.

"Madam, if you have no plans, maybe I can take you with me." says Rohan in a suggestive voice.

"Me?" asks Archana with a surprised expression

"Yes madam, I always ask Vimla but since she has already seen it so many times, she is no longer interested. And I think you will enjoy the change."

Archana's breathing gets heavier as she takes a moment to think. The thought of being alone with Rohan for an extended period was too big of a chance to give up.

"Oh sure, I haven't stepped out of this city in such a long time." she says after pretending to think about it for a few moments, trying not to make her excitement obvious.

"That's great, it is just a 30-minute drive from here. What time shall I pick you up madam?" he asks with a smile

"I think we can leave by 9 and be back by lunchtime." says Archana

"Oh, madam but the morning traffic is bad on that Highway. I think we should leave after lunch and then we will be back before sunset." he suggests.

"Oh, sure. No problem." she says

Rohan gets up with a smile, handing the cup to Archana, "Okay Madam, I will see you tomorrow then." and heads out.

Unable to believe his luck at how easily he convinced Archana to accompany him alone. It felt like she was almost eager to join him by how quickly she agreed. He shrugged in his mind, there is nothing to complain about as far as he was concerned.

Archana called Mohit later than night to tell him about the plan for the next day when he was having a beer in his room. The news made him hard instantly and he started asking questions. Archana dismissed all his questions and told him that she will only discuss things further when anything has happened for real. Archana went to sleep and Mohit jerked himself picturing his wife.

The next morning Rohan called Archana to confirm the plan again, to which she replied in the affirmative. Lunchtime felt like an eternity for Archana who spent most of her time deciding what to wear. She finally settled on a light green Saree accompanied by a darker shade of the blouse. She took a long shower, began applying just a hint of make-up, and was ready with sufficient time remaining. Rohan rang the bell around 3 PM and Archana opened the door. He looked at her briefly and then smiled

"Madam you have dressed well for such a short and casual visit."

"Haha, It had been a long time since I wore a saree, so I thought of trying one." replied Archana

She asked if Rohan wanted to have water or tea to which he politely refused. Soon enough, they were on the highway. Archana was sitting diagonally opposite to Rohan on the backseat and had a slight grin was stuck on her face. They were making small talks about families, the weather, and other mundane stuff throughout the way. Archana noticed that Rohan too was dressed in much better clothes than the regular days. His strong frame was crisply stretching his shirt which made Archana subconsciously compare it to her own husband's body. The window was down and she started looking outside as the buildings changed to trees and the cars were replaces by cattle. They got off the highway and after a few minutes of driving in the dirt, Rohan stopped the car at the side.

"We will have to walk a little madam. Don't worry it isn't too far." he says as he gets off the car.

"Alright." says Archana and steps out of the car, looking around to see a few huts very far away, and farmlands all around them. She looked up to the sky to see the looming clouds which made the sunlight tolerable.

Archana was having a little trouble as her high sandals were not suited to walk on the uneven land. She hadn't thought that they would need to walk. Rohan kept telling her about the land and the village that surrounded it as he led her. She had a constant expression of worry as she carefully planted each step. She didn't want to twist her ankle.

"Here it is madam." he says with pride as he finally stops in front of a considerable large piece of land.

Archana is finally relieved that she can stand still and then looks at the impressive size of the land.

"Wow, not bad Rohan. Did you buy it yourself?" she asks

"I inherited half of it from my father and bought the other half from my cousin." he replies.

"You should be proud of it." she says as she sees how flattered he looked while looking at his land.

"Haha, you are too kind madam. This is rice that I planted, expected to be harvested next month." he says pointing to the crop.

"Yes, I know. My father used to take me to see the harvest when I was a kid." she says as she steps closer and runs her hands through the crops as they hear the clouds rumbling.

"Oh, so you do know about the farms. I thought you were an urban girl since your childhood." he says in a teasing manner with a grin

"Haha, well I think I am physically standing in one after 10 or so years. So thank you for that." she says as light drops begin to fall from the sky.

"Hmm, I think we should get back. Looks like it is going to rain harder." says Rohan as he looks up

"Oh Already?" Archana says in a disappointed voice.

She was enjoying the conversation and the light breeze, she knew once they go back she will be all alone again. But she didn't want to catch a cold either.

"Well, we can wait under the shade of that tree, if the rain stops soon then we can hang out for longer." says Rohan, he was convinced that Archana wanted to spend more time and that she didn't care too much about the farm.

Archana nods with a smile as they begin to walk towards the tree which was on the opposite end of the square land. Archana was even more careful now as the soil was slowly getting muddy and slippery. The rain got heavier by the time they were under the shade, partially drenched.