Arjun With Meera and Vivek

**Title: "Forbidden Fruits"**

I’m Arjun, a 28-year-old software engineer living in the bustling city of Mumbai. My apartment complex was home to various professionals, but one couple stood out—Vivek and Meera. Vivek worked long hours at a corporate job, often leaving Meera alone in their sprawling apartment. Meera was a vision of elegance, with her tall, curvy figure, long straight hair, and traditional sarees that accentuated her every curve. I had always admired her from afar, but we never spoke.

One evening, my mother surprised me with a visit. By the time I returned home, she was already deep in conversation with Meera. Seeing Meera's deep cleavage in her saree made my cock stir. After that day, we exchanged smiles and casual greetings, but nothing more.

A few weeks later, Meera invited me over for dinner to celebrate Diwali. Her apartment was beautifully decorated, and the aroma of delicious food filled the air. We shared stories and laughed over dinner, and I found myself drawn to her even more. Our conversations became more frequent, and I started helping her with groceries and other errands. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a twisted and erotic journey.

One day, I was watching porn in my apartment when the doorbell rang. Expecting a friend, I rushed to open it, but it was Meera. I was hard and quickly retreated to the bedroom to adjust myself, forgetting to turn off my laptop. When I returned, Meera was gone, and we didn't speak for weeks. The tension between us was palpable, but I didn't know how to bridge the gap.

Finally, Meera broke the silence and invited me over to her apartment. I was nervous but excited. When I arrived, she was dressed in a sheer saree that left little to the imagination. She greeted me with a glass of whiskey and showed me her collection of sex toys. I was taken aback but intrigued.

The doorbell rang at 11:30 PM. Meera opened the door to reveal Vivek, who looked shocked to see me and the sex toys spread out on the coffee table. Meera's voice was cold and commanding as she slapped Vivek across the face. "You impotent bastard," she hissed. "You can't satisfy me. Our marriage is saved only because you agree to serve and fulfill my needs. If you don't obey, I'll expose your impotence to the world."

Vivek stood there, trembling, as Meera ordered him to strip. He complied, revealing his small, limp penis. Meera turned to me, her eyes gleaming with lust. "He's your slave now," she said. "Do whatever you want with him."

I was hard as a rock, my cock throbbing with anticipation. Meera ordered Vivek to lick our feet like a dog. We undressed each other, our bodies pressing together as we shared a passionate French kiss. Meera's tongue explored my mouth, and I could feel her wetness against my thigh.

Vivek, meanwhile, was on his hands and knees, licking our feet obediently. Meera then took my cock in her hand, giving me a blowjob that left me panting. She swallowed every drop of my cum, her eyes never leaving mine.

As the night wore on, Meera's commands became more explicit. She ordered Vivek to dance for us while we drank and laughed. The alcohol flowed freely, and our inhibitions disappeared. Meera's voice grew louder, her insults more vicious. "You're worthless," she screamed at Vivek. "A pathetic little sissy who can't satisfy his own wife."

Vivek cowered, his face flushed with shame and humiliation. Meera turned to me, her eyes wild with desire. "Fuck me," she begged. "I need your cock inside me."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. Vivek watched in horror as I slid into her tight pussy, her moans filling the room. Meera's body arched against mine, her nails digging into my back as she climaxed. I came soon after, my cock pulsing inside her.

As I pulled out, Meera ordered Vivek to clean up my cum. He hesitated, but a sharp slap from Meera sent him scurrying to obey. He licked and sucked, his face flushed with embarrassment. Meera laughed, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

"We're not done yet," she said, turning to me. "I want more."

The night was long, and our desires knew no bounds. We fucked and sucked, our bodies entwined in a dance of lust and submission. Vivek watched, his face a mask of humiliation and desire. By the time the sun rose, we were exhausted but satisfied.

From that night forward, our secret trysts became a regular occurrence. Vivek became our sissy slave, obeying every command and fulfilling every desire. Meera's traditional exterior hid a world of kinky fantasies, and I was more than willing to explore them with her.

Our story is just one of many in this city of dreams and desires. A tale of forbidden fruits, where bodies become currency and secrets fuel passion. And as I look into Meera's eyes, I know that this is just the beginning of our twisted and erotic journey.